Qiancun is a branch of the Qian people, and it is also inconspicuous in this hundreds of millions of villages.

Even the Qian clan itself, in this vast Dongli Wan clan, is only the last small clan in the last class. Grievances and grievances, barely maintaining the continuation of the race.

And the only thing that can make the race stand tall in the world is the way of art.

Only by the way of art can there be the possibility of being free and living in heaven and earth.

This day is a grand day for Qiancun. Warlock seeds of this generation will also be selected at this moment.

For many Qian people, this is an opportunity that can determine the direction of their lives.

And Dongyang Li and Dongyang Ge, these two relatively young Qian people, are also mixed in the crowd of people who will be selected, quietly waiting for the start of the selection.

In this heaven and earth, the living beings are born with supernatural powers and strong physiques, and the bloodline that is naturally born will be more difficult.

The more noble the bloodline and the stronger the strength, the more they need to face this problem.

Therefore, the scarcity of living creatures and the sparse population of the land are also the characteristics of Dongli Tiandi.

In the gathering place of the village, there is an empty square and an artifact, which looks like a bell and a bell.

There was an old man with red hair, holding a long staff with vines gathered in his hand, and his rags and linen clothes made the old man look a little depressed.

While!!

The old man tapped the utensils with the vines in his hands, making a crisp echo.

"Three thousand seven hundred spring and autumn before, I also came here, but I didn't expect that after three thousand seven hundred spring and autumn, the little guy of the year, you also became the head of a village, dying old!"

The old man's wrinkled face seemed to be able to fake a fly.

But no one dares to underestimate the power of a great chist. No one dares to laugh at the courage of a great karcist.

The village chief smiled wryly: "Old! Old! Now I am not as reckless as I was back then, and I don't know how many more springs and autumns I can live." I only hope that if I am gone, I will ask my uncle to help the people of Qiancun more. ”

Dongli Tiandi, with spring and autumn as the time of the years.

Eight thousand years is a spring, and another eight thousand years is an autumn, and this rotation is a spring and autumn.

During these years, nearly tens of millions of years, the village head has now reached the end of his life. The fire of life is meager and weak.

The old man's eyes drooped, and he looked at the village leader who looked much older than him, and said for a long time: "Okay!"

............

While!!

The sacrificial vessel shook, and the village leader stood silently behind the old man holding the vine, looking at the people of Qiancun with complicated eyes.

"Go and tell them the rules......

The old man looked indifferently, either excited, confident, or greedy, and his thin palm rubbed the vine cane.

"Hmm!"

The head of the village silently stepped forward, even the rules have been engraved in the blood of the villagers, and even a young child born in the spring and autumn can be recited backwards. But rules are rules, and they cannot be overpassed, nor can they be overcome.

"The art is brilliant, give birth to my body!"

The old and powerful voice of the old village leader made the somewhat chaotic crowd quiet down one after another.

"Three hundred Spring and Autumn Festival, the great warcist of the ancestral land came to measure the bloodline of this Spring and Autumn clan. ”

"A, B, C, D, fourth-class bloodline. ”

The old village leader said this, paused, pointed to the sacrificial vessel, and said, "This sacrificial vessel is used to distinguish these four bloodlines. ”

"A, B, C, and third-class, you can follow this great warcist to the ancestral land to practice, and the end of the first class can be enlightened in the secret realm!"

Bloodline, the source of the Warlock's power!

Legend has it that this side of the world is nine, also known as Jiuli world.

Boundless, thousands of races stand between Jiuli Heaven and Earth.

And every race has its own bloodline, which is the existence that has been passed down from the Tao and the truth in the blood.

"Twenty-three lads in all!"

The old man is on a rattan cane, his eyes are cloudy, and his voice is hoarse and old, which makes it easy to feel the connotation of the word "old age".

The old village leader pursed his lips on the side, as early as when he was young, it was this old man who gave him the bloodline enlightenment.

Back then, it was a trembling appearance, as if the fire of life would be extinguished at any time.

But now that thousands of spring and autumn seasons have passed, the fire of life of the old village leader himself has been crumbling.

However, this old man who gave him inspiration back then is still the same as in the past.

Sometimes, the old village capital will maliciously think, afraid that it will be the end of the life of the next generation of Qiancun village leaders. That old guy is still as alive and kicking as he is now.

"East Sunshine ......"

Holding a long tone, the old village leader looked at a man with eyes, ears, mouth and nose, all spewing hot air.

One side of the village, sparsely populated, is only two or three hundred people. Counting the old, weak, sick and disabled, it is no wonder that there are only twenty-three clansmen in this generation.

East Sunshine's fangs turned out, with a roll of red scale armor around his waist, and he didn't know what kind of murderous thing he had lost.

The old man with a rattan cane, his eyes lit up, this kind of good appearance is the beautiful man favored by Dongli Tiandi.

Belch...... The difference in aesthetics is really different!

Dongyang Li looked at Zhou Zai's Qian beauties who could put horses on their legs and stand on their waists.

Rao is the reincarnation of a wisp of Dao thought that is innate and sacred, ruthless, desireless, thoughtless, and powerless, but this all requires strength to support.

Now, he has not yet embarked on the path of cultivation, so naturally he does not have the strength to support his mental strength.

Therefore, the 'state of mind' without the support of strength is sometimes not as good as a blank piece of paper.

The old man's palm stretched out, and before the east sun could react, the blood mist on his chest flickered, gradually condensed into a drop of blood, and was thrown into the sacrificial vessel by the old man.

This kind of means!

Dongyang's centrifugal head moved, and the expert looked at the doorway, as a great power who peeled and cramped countless times, of course hard work would not be a rare thing.

It's just that the methods of this old man from the ancestral land have aroused Dongyangli's interest.

The blood of the heart can not be extracted by anyone, and it can only be extracted without harming the origin of the heart.

Generally, Dongyang Li, no, it should be the Cangli clan, when the hard work of the fierce beast is needed, it is basically disemboweled, or calcined with three flavors of real fire.

No harm to life?

It's impossible......

"Ding et al......"

The faint words made the high-spirited East Sunshine fall to the bottom in an instant.

"Ding...... Ding et al. ......"

As if in disbelief, Dongyang muttered, and then was pulled out of the center of the altar by the clansmen on both sides.

The old village leader nodded coldly, looking unconcerned.

Ding et al...... It's already very good!

A small village, how much luck does it take to give birth to a C-level bloodline.

The four classes of A, B, C, and D are not calculated upwards from the first class.

Although as long as it is a member of the Qian clan, there will be a Ding bloodline, which is a natural bloodline and cannot be changed.

The C-level bloodline further up is that there is no one in ten thousand, and there is one C-class bloodline in the ten thousand.