In the valley, the major alien races that were supposed to fight for life and death with the human race lowered their heads one by one without the slightest hostility, and occasionally there were alien warriors who raised their faces, but there was a blazing look in their eyes.

"Huh?"

Looking at these dozens of figures, Qingyang Huan sighed, he found that among these alien figures, there were actually fresh faces, and they were not the original people.

Rumble!

Without the slightest hesitation, he made a move, and directly slapped that raw face off, but from the time he shot to cover this alien warrior, there was not the slightest movement.

The foreigner with the raw face was so badly wounded that he was spurted blood, and there was no hatred in his eyes.

"The martial arts totem is the inheritance of the spiritual will, at the beginning, those foreign warriors, your manifestation of the totem coercion imprinted in the depths of the mind, the spirit is not extinguished, this brand will exist permanently, and it can naturally spread with the spirit, which is an imprint that directly penetrates the heart. ”

The sound of the stone spear made Qing Yanghuan understand that it was obvious that there was an alien warrior who passed on the majesty that belonged to him when he was incarnated as a totem to another alien race.

......

In the early morning of the second day, when Qingyang Huan and Jin Wei stepped out of the valley again, the alien races in the valley had long since lost their sights, and the two began to head towards the ancient city of Lashan.

has experienced many twists and turns, although it is not only for them, but under the crisis, even if you want to be alone, it is impossible.

The opening of the Xuhai Secret Realm is imminent, and he also knew in advance that the leader of the secret realm this time will have the Jiaolong Dragon Head as a reward.

And now that he has opened up the Eight Dao Divine Treasures, if he wants to open the Hidden Treasure again, the negative pressure on his body is already very heavy, and he must condense his physical body to consolidate his body, and then try to open the Hidden Treasure.

As for how to condense the body, the blood of the dragon is a good choice, and he really has to go to the secret realm of Xu Hai.

......

Just when Qingyang Huan and the two were walking towards the ancient city of Lashan, in the depths of the ancient and vast Lashan, the killing was still being staged.

The warriors of the human race ploughed the court and swept the caves, plowing the ancient mountains, but there are countless dangerous places in the depths of the mountains, the forests are like tides, and there are hidden places everywhere, and it can be said that it is a fantasy to completely wipe out the alien race.

In the vast land of the human race, the latent alien races are like weeds in the great wilderness, harvesting inexhaustibly, growing again with the wind, never completely strangled and cleaned, more or less missing alien races, becoming fish that slip through the net.

Of course, the Terran warlords swept through Lashan, scattered the entire alien race, and could not gather together in the climate, and then had the power to attack most of the Terran tribes, and the threat to the Terrans was also minimized.

Under the night, a faint moonlight sprinkled down, and several figures wandered away from the night, cautiously, this is the remnants of the blood clan.

As they walked, they kept looking around them in the woods, and at the same time they were looking for some signs.

"Found it, my lord, they have escaped the siege of the Terran soldiers, and they are gathering stragglers. ”

"Let's go, go and meet the adults. ”

"Let's go!"

In the night, several figures disappeared without a trace like phantoms.

Such scenes continued to appear in Lashan, and these alien races branded with the majesty of Qingyang Huan's incarnation totem began to meet their remaining clansmen.

The incarnation of the totem is not a trick to obscure the eyes, but a mark that is deeply imprinted in the depths of their hearts, and in their hearts, it is a totem worthy of their worship, which can bring them strength.

......

At night, Qingyanghuan and Jinwei looked for shelter again, and they had already stepped out of the Lashan Mountain Range, not far from the ancient city of Lashan.

Covered in blood, Qing Yanghuan had a cyan true horn floating in his mind, the firstborn single horn was like a gilded mountain, the attached scale armor flashed with blazing light, the fierce momentum was agitated like a tide, and the roar shook the whole mind into a frenzy.

The roar of the true qi attracted the blood qi of the whole body, like the sound of a dragon roaring and a tiger's roar came from the body, and the surging blood qi penetrated the limbs and hundreds of remains, but after several weeks in a row, the violent momentum rose to the extreme, and suddenly it was like a pouring flood, completely falling to the trough.

He had a feeling that he didn't know what to do.

There was a throbbing sensation in his body, as if once he gathered blood and qi to impact his body to open up the Divine Treasure, his body would completely explode, and he did not dare to control the blood and qi to open the Divine Treasure again.

"Senior, I remember what you once said, the number of martial arts gods is not nine poles?"

As Qing Yanghuan's words fell, the stone spear flickered with a faint purple light and stood up from his hand.

And in the space inside the stone spear, the purple flame was like a molten flame, and the gurgling purple fire was like an ocean constantly jumping, and the extremely rich blood qi was like the fuel of the purple flame.

And above the ocean of purple flames, a blurred figure stood in the purple flames, like the master in this purple ocean.

For Qing Yanghuan's words, the vague voice stood with his hands in his hands, even flickering brightly and darkly, as if he was thinking.

"The road of martial arts is originally opened up by the predecessors, and the descendants inherit the shade, the road of the predecessors may not be suitable for you, the martial arts Shenzang nine is the pole, it is a rumor of the great wilderness, and it naturally has its truth, but the martial arts is created step by step by the ancestors of the martial artists, and the road that was not there at the beginning is now gone, so the Shenzang is not in the pole, but in the warrior itself. ”

"The ultimate is the ultimate of the warrior himself, what is the relationship with the number of divine treasures? ”

The purple flames in the stone spear became more and more vigorous, and the flames converged into a swimming dragon, surrounding the vague figure, and it was obvious that after saying these words, the figure was also not as calm and silent as before.

"Where's my pole?"

Until now, Qing Yanghuan didn't think that he couldn't open up the Ninth Dao Divine Treasure, but what he cared about was how much potential he had to tap.

Even if he opened up the Eight Dao Divine Treasures, but in the face of a inheritor who was just a thin bloodline of the imperial clan, and only opened the Three Treasures, he needed to fight to the death, and he won by luck.

Of course, this also has his eight hidden sources, not all of which are full to the point of substance, and the shadow of the great fierce beast manifested by Emperor Wei also brought him oppression.

This all shows that the chance creation, innate ability, and natural creation of the beast boy are incomparable, and all of them add up to the combat power that belongs to the teenager.

Often the gap between martial artists is getting farther and farther between these creation opportunities.

"Wait until the ancient city of Lashan, see if you can exchange the blood in your hand for the treasure that enriches the source, and when you enter the secret realm of Xuhai, you will be rewarded by the dragon to condense the body, and then try to open the treasure again. ”

Soon the blood qi was silent in the body, the bronze tripod appeared in his hand, and the dark light floated out from under the beast robe, and Qingyang Huan fell into silence.