The night was deep, Xia Yu was not sleepy at all, and with his thoughts, the illusory light curtain in front of him was constantly changing.

Host: Xia Yu [Palace Master of Evergreen Academy]

Realm: Melting Blood Realm

Exercises: None

Martial Arts: None

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The first two realms of martial arts cultivation rely on one's own hard work, first to strengthen the bones, and after the body reaches a certain limit realm, blood and qi begin to derive from the flesh and blood in the body.

At this level, each family has its own tempering method, and the most popular is some boxing methods derived from imitation of fierce beasts in the mountains and forests.

For example, the tempering method of the Qingyang tribe is a boxing method that imitates the black bear, and such a boxing method is very rough in the Great Wilderness, tens of thousands of kinds.

When the blood melting realm is consummated, and the blood and qi accumulate all over the body, use the blood as a guide to ignite the fire of life, which is the divine fire realm.

But if you want to be promoted to the Divine Fire Realm, you need to practice the exercises in advance to control your own blood and qi, otherwise when you ignite the fire of life, it will be easy to set yourself on fire.

In a daze, when it was about to dawn, a scream rang out in the tribe.

"Cub~"

"My cub, what's going on!"

"Come on, come on. ”

Something happened!

Suddenly, Xia Yu sat up from the stone bed, was stunned for a moment, and immediately went outside.

The miserable cry in a stone house of the tribe attracted the clansmen, and in the patriarch's compound in the center of the tribe, Qinglian Mountain quickly rushed out.

"Light the torches. ”

"All of them get up and see if there are any less. ”

Qinglian Mountain had a gloomy face, and ran towards the house of the clansman who was moving, but he still couldn't prevent it.

At the house of the sheep and birds, the torches illuminated the stone house, and in front of the door, a disheveled woman, holding a doll curled up in her arms, her face pale and wrinkled like the bark of an old tree.

The child in his arms had hollow brows, his blood had dried up and scabbed, and there was a strange aura on his withered little body.

Xia Yu also came to the scene, and through the high-level tribal standing in front of him, he saw the small body that had been shriveled.

The little guy who lived in the daytime was already crumpled, and it was impossible to describe it as ugly, it should be said that it was hideous and terrifying.

The little man, the bloody holes in his brows have turned black, his eyes are grayish-white, and his vitality is gone.

The clan elder stepped forward to examine it carefully, and then took two steps back.

"The wound can't be seen, there is no way to determine what kind of alien race it is, there are many ethnic groups that feed on flesh and blood among the alien races, such as the blood clan and the demon clan. ”

The words of the clan elder made the Qingyang patriarch's face solemn, and even the enemy couldn't figure it out, which was the most difficult thing to do.

"After the order, the tribesmen were concentrated in a few courtyards in the center of the tribe. ”

Yes~

There was another scream, and suddenly everyone changed color.

Not good!

"Yang Yan and Qingyu, you take the young people of the tribe and help the tribe move to the courtyard of the center of the tribe, especially the children. ”

After giving an order, the Qingyang patriarch headed into the distance.

There was such an incident in the clan, and people suddenly became panicked.

Yes~

At this moment, another scream rang out, in another direction.

For a time, the tribe was like a great enemy.

Qinggu, a young man in the clan, in his twenties, is one of the members of the hunting team, and those who can enter the hunting team are the elites of the tribe.

At this moment, there was a bloody hole in the center of Qinggu's eyebrows, his face was blue, and his eyes were round, as if he had seen something terrifying.

"My child!"

"Daddy. ”

"Baby~"

A miserable sound sounded in all directions of the tribe, making Xia Yu's face change as well.

As more and more homes discovered the tragedy, the tribe fell into a panic, and piles of bonfires lit to dispel the faint darkness of the night, and the rest of the people began to converge towards the tribe's central square.

......

"Twenty-four dolls, three of whom were under the age of five, and eleven of whom were young and strong. ”

After daybreak, clumps of barren grass were laid on the square, and on them were lifeless people, each with a blood-colored hole in his forehead.

The people of the Qingyang tribe gathered together, and the atmosphere was silent and terrible, and the atmosphere of sadness was pervasive.

The Qingyang tribe is a small clan, and there are only more than 1,000 people in the clan, and the total number of dolls under the age of ten in the clan is only more than 80 people, and a quarter of them withered overnight.

The baby is the continuation of life, but also the foundation of the existence of the tribe, the living withering in front of the eyes, this atmosphere is very uncomfortable.

Xia Yu saw Qinghu, her eyes were red, her face was spent, she kept sobbing, and her little friend was gone.

Gently touching Qinghu's head, Qinghu raised her head to look at Xia Yu.

"Brother Yu, can you take me to practice?"

"Good~"

Xia Yu nodded, patted Qinghu's head again, and he walked in the direction of the Qingyang patriarch.

The children in the tribe were held in the arms of their respective mothers, gathered in the courtyard in the center of the tribe, and the warriors in the tribe were guarded by the three layers and the outer three layers, and the tribal food and clothing chores were also taken over by the old clansmen.

Even in broad daylight, piles of bonfires were burning, and the Qingyang patriarch was standing in front of the courtyard gate, with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Ayu, don't walk around here. ”

The old man saw Xia Yu, greeted him, and walked towards the outside of the tribe, where he and the other old clansmen were going to pick up some firewood.

Xia Yu nodded at the old man and walked straight to the patriarch of Qingyang.

"Can you tell me where these aliens are coming from?"

The Qingyang patriarch, who was already upset, frowned, and his anger was about to come up, but when he saw the blood-red color between Xia Yu's palms, his eyes changed slightly.

The blood qi is like a rainbow, almost accumulated into a group, and this kind of strength can only be controlled by a martial artist who has accumulated all over his body in the blood fusion realm so freely.

When did a martial artist in the tribe come to the consummation of the Blood Melting Realm?

After being stunned for a moment, the patriarch of Qingyang reacted, his face and body were as thin as hemp stalks, and only the one he picked up half a year ago was the one he picked up.

The Qingyang tribe is not big, and Xia Yu can be said to be famous in the tribe.

Sick seedlings = Melting Blood Realm?

This......

The reaction of the Qingyang patriarch, Xia Yu understands very well, he has been a rubber, and the clan of the clan really doesn't necessarily remember.

"According to the records handed down by our ancestors, the world of my Great Wilderness is a pluralistic time and space, with many worlds overlapping with each other, and different ethnic groups living in other worlds.

Some aliens are cruel and tyrannical by nature, and like to suck flesh and blood to improve their cultivation.

Aliens often appear on the earth and attack the Terran tribes, especially during the sacrifice of the people, and the aliens appear more frequently. ”

Speaking of this, the Qingyang Patriarch looked at Xia Yu and continued: "The Qingyang tribe is only the lowest Jiupin tribe, and it is on the edge of the Eastern Regions of the Great Wilderness, so it is not often that foreign races come, but I didn't expect such a big trouble this year." ”

Through the description of the patriarch of Qingyang, Xia Yu has some understanding, in this great wilderness world, the tribe is divided into upper, middle and lower three levels and nine grades, and the lowest level is the nine rank tribe, such as Qingyang, who has a martial artist in the blood melting realm.

And after the tribe reaches the sixth grade, it can establish a country and rule all the tribes.

After all, they are all in the same world, there are so many resources, if you want to develop, you have to see whose fists are hard, and there are powerful human tribes who will also descend to the land of aliens to plunder.

The fists of the Qingyang tribe are not hard at all, they are the objects of hunting by alien races, and tribes like Qingyang are countless in the Great Wilderness World.

"The alien race that appeared this time is too mysterious, and we can't find him for the time being. ”

Speaking of which, the face of the Qingyang patriarch is very ugly, if it continues like this, there will be an age fault in the Qingyang tribe, and there will be no ten years that will not recover.

"I may have a way to suppress this alien race, but I need the help of the patriarch. ”