In the mountains and forests, the young man crossed his knees and closed his eyes, and the time passed in a flash, and it was already three days later.

Three days passed, and the blood mass, which was originally half a foot in size, finally turned into a finger-sized blood bead under the incineration of three thousand white feathers, and an extremely violent aura spread from it.

"It's not a loss that it has the magical power to be reborn from the fire, and it can refine this thin bloodline to such a pure level!"

Feeling the frenzied power in the essence blood, the corners of Gu Yan's mouth provoked an arc of excitement, with the help of three thousand white feathers, he could be called like a tiger with wings.

With a move, the ancient proverb removed the pieces of white flame feathers, and then a warm white mang burst out, completely enveloping the blood beads that were scurrying around. The essence blood that was originally raging turned docile after encountering the origin spiritual power.

"Next, it's the final step!"

With a flip of his palm, the lifeless blood mark lay quietly in the palm of the ancient proverb, and under his powerful control, the blood mark slowly levitated, gradually fusing with the blood bead.

At the moment when the blood mark and the essence blood touched, Gu Yan could feel a rebirth force diffuse from the blood mark, obviously, this was a good start.

When all the essence blood was integrated into the blood seal, the blood mark that had lost its spirituality trembled violently, and an illusory giant beast slowly took shape, and a fierce aura from ancient times enveloped the entire mountain forest.

The corners of the boy's mouth were slightly raised, and a slightly excited voice came out of his mouth.

"It worked, I'm a genius!"

The beast shadow that emerged from the blood mark was a hideous tiger with six wings, the size of dozens of zhang. As soon as the beast shadow appeared, the demon beasts in the entire mountain forest became docile, trembling under the terrifying pressure.

This beast shadow is the beast soul of the six-winged heavenly tiger, it has long since disappeared, and the reason why it can still condense the beast soul is that the original spiritual power and the contribution of the three thousand white feathers are indispensable.

The giant beast gave birth to six wings on its back, prostrate on the blood mark of the common people, looking up to the sky and roaring, so mighty, swallowing mountains and rivers.

The ancient proverb knew that this was still a preliminary success, and next, he had to take the beast soul of this six-winged heavenly tiger for his own use. Something like this ancient ownerless thing cannot be controlled unless it is incorporated into the body by an ancient proverb.

However, in the "Blood Sacrifice of the Flood Desolation" obtained from the Blood Cave Gate, the ancient proverb learned of an ancient forbidden technique.

This technique is called a blood pact.

The blood contract is the most distant kind of man-beast contract in the world. In short, it is to sign a master-servant contract with the demon beast and take its power for itself, which is quite a domineering legal decision.

The so-called contract is naturally to use the power of the demon beast for his own use, but also to erase the repulsive nature of this power, otherwise, once there is a mistake, it is not certain who will be controlled by whom.

In general, if you want to sign a blood contract with a demon beast, it is difficult to ascend to the sky.

First of all, the willpower of the demon beast itself is extremely strong, and if you want to forcibly obtain its power, you can only hunt it. But in that case, there is no point.

Of course, this six-winged tiger is different, first of all, it was originally a remnant soul of ancient times, and the recovery of its strength is still due to the means of the ancient proverb, the power is still there, but it is an ownerless thing, and the ancient proverb has many means to suppress it.

Biting his fingertips, taking advantage of the fusion of the six-winged heavenly tiger and the blood seal of the common people, the ancient proverb's body moved, flashed in front of it, and pointed out like lightning, right in the forehead of the six-winged heavenly tiger.

The blood overflowed, turning into blood-colored lines and spreading, as if feeling this sudden change, the six-winged tiger roared in the sky, and wanted to resist.

It's a pity that what it encountered was an ancient proverb, relying on the origin spiritual power, dragon and phoenix breath and many powerful means, it suppressed the beast soul of this six-winged tiger.

With the perfect suppression of various forces, the six-winged heavenly tiger finally couldn't support it, and the residual consciousness in his body slowly dissipated. Gu Yan was overjoyed in his heart, and he could feel that the dominance of the Six-Winged Heavenly Tiger was gradually tilting towards his side.

"This is the power of the bloodline of the Nine Demon Jiao!"

Gu Yan was suddenly shocked to find that when he used his blood to form a blood contract with this six-winged heavenly tiger, one of the wisps of the bloodline power of the Nine Demon Jiao was also integrated into it.

With the blessing of the bloodline power of the Nine Demon Jiao, the power of this six-winged heavenly tiger will undoubtedly be even more domineering, although the power of this bloodline is not yet mature, but the ancient proverb has three thousand white feathers, and can constantly awaken its power.

"What's going on?"

Xiao Jiu had been quietly staying in the tombstone, but the ancient coercion that suddenly diffused made its heart tremble, and it immediately rushed out of the ancient proverb's body.

"Xiao Jiu, it's cheaper for you, it turns out that the effect of the rebirth of the three thousand white feathers can awaken the power of the bloodline of the Nine Demon Jiao!" Seeing Xiao Jiu's fuss flashing out, the ancient proverb's eyes were beating with sparks of excitement, and he hurriedly explained.

"You kid has taken shit luck, and even three thousand white feather flames can be subdued!" Xiao Jiu muttered unbalanced in his heart, obviously, the ancient proverb can subdue three thousand white feather flames like this, and even it is a little jealous.

"Haha, it was a complete success!" Ignoring Xiao Jiu, the ancient proverb made a move and withdrew the blood mark that was completely fused together in his hand.

With the laughter of the ancient proverb, the blood mark of the common people shone again, and a monstrous coercion spread, and the beast soul of the six-winged heavenly tiger had been completely integrated into it.

Feeling the power of the blood mark not only completely restored, but also taken to a higher level, the ancient proverb couldn't help but smile on his back.

Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and this time, it is a blessing in disguise.

With the beast soul of the six-winged heavenly tiger as an instrument spirit, the current blood seal of the common people is undoubtedly stronger than before, and what kind of Cheng dù will be achieved, the ancient proverb is also quite looking forward to it.

Unexpectedly discovered that the Three Thousand White Feather Flame could refine the purity of the essence blood, and the ancient proverb was also trying to help Xiao Jiu purify the power of the bloodline of the Nine Ghost Demon Jiao. After all, the main way for the descendants of ancient beasts like Xiao Jiu to improve their strength is to rely on the power of the bloodline, and when the bloodline is fully awakened, it will have the opportunity to turn into the legendary Nine Demon Jiao.

Since Xiao Jiu himself was an ice-type demon beast with an extremely cold attribute, facing such a terrifying divine fire as the Three Thousand White Feather Flames, he naturally felt a sense of fear from the bottom of his heart. Therefore, the ancient proverb is also carefully controlled, for fear that it will be accidentally injured and injured.

Under the full refinement of the ancient proverb, the power of the bloodline of the Nine Ghost Demon Jiao in Xiao Jiu's body became more and more refined, and finally after a bottleneck, the power of the bloodline seemed to have reached a certain limit, no matter how much the ancient proverb refined, it could not go further.

"The rest, you can only wake up by yourself!" Gu Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the giant beast with excited sparks beating in the beast's pupils, and smiled lightly.

Xiao Jiu naturally didn't expect all the ancient proverbs to be able to purify the power of the bloodline to the current Cheng Dù, it was already quite satisfied, and it could even feel that the thunder tribulation of the Three Seals Rebirth Realm would come soon.

In the following days, the ancient proverb revisited all the spiritual moves that should be reviewed.

On this day, the ancient proverb took out a moon-white scroll with fiery eyes, and on the scroll, a warm light came out. The four quaint characters of "Moonless Sky Phase" betrayed its information, which was a special spiritual technique obtained from Bu Qian.

When the preliminary Qian said that this "Moonless Heavenly Phase" has been cultivated to the fullest, it can cover the sky and the moon. Although it was an exaggeration, the old proverb was convinced, because he could clearly sense that this scroll of spiritual magic was not a complete version. The fragment alone is so powerful, and its power is naturally unquestionable.

Deeply understanding the importance of strength, the ancient proverb also intends to practice this technique, after all, it can also have more life-saving means.

Just as the ancient proverb was practicing day and night, somewhere in this space, on a bewitching petal, two moving shadows stood quietly.

"It's time to rest assured, but this kid is different!" Qianyunmei, who was dressed in a white dress, stared at the black-shirted young man who was cultivating below, and said with a light smile.

Beside him was a girl in red with a stunning appearance, and the girl was also staring at the young man in the jungle below with a strong sense of reluctance at this time.

Tang Wu'er and Qianyun, who had already left, returned again, and that day, at Tang Wu'er's request, Qianyun also returned again to secretly protect the ancient proverb. Because Tang Wu'er was worried that Mo Changkong was likely to attack the boy again, fortunately, this worry disappeared with the passage of time.

Tang Wu'er nodded slightly, at this time she was completely relieved, although she was reluctant to leave, but she was afraid that she would not be able to restrain herself, and the longer it dragged on, the more reluctant she was.

Qian Yun glanced at the young man below meaningfully, and then with a slight wave of the jade hand, countless petals floated out, slowly condensing into a bewitching petal, and the two of them rode on it and flew away.

And not long after Qianyun and the others left, a certain space in this world fluctuated slightly, such a slight fluctuation, even if they were deliberately observed, they might not be able to detect it.

The space distorted slightly, and a blood statue slowly emerged, and then a black figure swept out of it.

"This time, the three thousand white feathers, the old man is bound to win!"

A black figure appeared, revealing the face of a middle-aged man, with slightly pale skin, looking like he had just recovered from a serious illness, but the fluctuations emanating from his body made the spiritual power of heaven and earth slightly disturbed.

This person is none other than Mo Changkong, who is terrifying in strength, the reason why he compromised with Qianyun is really helpless, so he also takes advantage of the situation, and after Qianyun leaves, he will wait for the opportunity to move.

With the magical barrier of the demon spirit blood tripod, he also successfully avoided Qianyun's exploration.

The ancient proverb was closing his eyes and cultivating, and the sudden strange fluctuations on the heavenly dome woke him up, the fluctuations were extremely familiar, and in his heart, he was a little stunned by this fluctuation, because that breath was Mo Changkong who almost killed him.

"Damn, have you been discovered?" Gu Yan stood up with an ugly face and squeezed this sentence out between his teeth.

"Stinky boy, the old man wants to see how you escaped today!" Mo Changkong's figure moved, flashing above the jungle where the ancient proverb was, and his cold shouts spread from this space, resounding endlessly.