Legend of Swordsman

“Inheriting blood!”

Looking at the dark golden blood at the top of the main hall, Jian Wushuang looked burning.

He has the ancient gods Bloodline. For him, this drop is derived from the inheritance of the ancient gods of the Eight Stars. It is indeed a great creation.

“Senior King, I don’t know how to refine this blood?” asked Jin Wushuang.

“You go straight to refining, but you will be greatly hindered in the process of refining. This is what hinders you. You can understand it by yourself.” The voice of the king rang in the bloody temple, “Remember Live, you only have one chance to refine. If it fails, then you will leave.”

“Understood.” Jian Wushuang ordered nodded, and then he went straight to the dark golden blood.

Soon, Jian Wushuang came to the dark golden blood.

Jian Wushuang looked at the blood with a sigh of relief, and also had a trace expectation in the bottom of his heart. Then his big hand was directly covered by the dark golden blood, but he could just touch the drop of blood and immediately invisible attack. Directly from the role.

Jian Wushuang was shocked.

“This is…conscious attack?” Jian Wushuang was surprised.

This conscious attack, he knows how to display himself, is naturally very familiar.

“Is this a hindrance in the process of refining?” Jian Wushuang secretly nodded, but immediately concentrated on the essence of the refining of the blood.

On the way to refining, the conscious attack that was transmitted from the blood was becoming more and more tyrannical.

After about the tea time, Jian Wushuang’s eyes were suddenly bright, and he had a mouth, and the dark golden blood in front of him immediately shrank and then entered his body.

“Successful!” Jian Wushuang also had a surprise color on his face.

“How is that possible ?”

The ancient and honest voice rumbling in the entire blood-colored temple, the sound of the king’s voice is obviously unbelievable with a trace. “The consciousness shock contained in the master’s blood is extremely tyrannical, but this Brat can easily block the consciousness shock? ”

“This Impossible.”

Even though he was a king, he did not expect that Jian Wushuang would be so easy, and refining the blood left by his master.

It is indeed a breeze. In the process of refining and refining, Jian Wushuang seems to have not been greatly hindered. It only succeeded with only tea time.

Despite the confusion, it is true that Jian Wushuang has refining the blood.

“Humph!”

A coldly snorted, the entire bloody Palace Hall began to tremble madly, then the huge bloody Palace Hall, was directly spit out of the belly, the Jian Wushuang in the bloody Palace Hall, naturally also spit Go out.

Still in the sea of ​​stars and fog.

The Island Lord complexion is indifferent, calm and standing in the void, and the huge incredible body of the king is hovering in front, and Jian Wushuang has now come out of the Scarlet Palace.

Just walked away from the Palace Hall, the pair of dark golden eyes like the sun, they looked directly at him.

“Blood peak, I ask you, have you ever had a Culture Art that can enhance your own consciousness?” asked the king.

“Secret Art for Awareness?” Jian Wushuang, a subconscious shook head.

Secret Art in the conscious attack, he is Culture, but used to enhance the intensity of his own consciousness Secret Art, he does not say Culture, I have never heard of it.

“Impossible, absolutely Impossible.”

The king is squatting and his voice is shocking. “The impact of the consciousness contained in the master’s blood, although it varies from person to person, the higher the realm, the stronger the consciousness shock, but after all, you are a Heavenly God-level Renegade. Cultivator, equivalent to the normal Eternal Realm, you should be violently conscious, even a Yaou Lord of the genuine may not be able to block.”

“But you… not only blocked, but it is so relaxed and comfortable, and the shock of consciousness does not seem to affect you at all.”

“Be able to do this, your consciousness is absolutely exceptionally tyrannical, even surpassing the vast majority of Dao Lord.”

“A Heavenly God, if there is no Secret Art of Culture, how does that will be strong?”

“You must have cultured this Secret Art, think about it.”

The sound of the king is extremely dignified.

Yu Wang, the ancient god of the eight-star royal family who followed his master, was experiencing a war in the outer world.

He can conclude that Jian Wushuang must have adopted the unique Secret Art that can raise consciousness.

Otherwise, absolutely impossible is so easy to refine the essence of his master.

When he heard the king, Jian Wushuang frowned.

Secret Art that can raise awareness?

He did not touch it.

But the king is so sure, is it…

Jian Wushuang immediately thought of a possibility.

“Myriad Dao Scripture!” Jian Wushuang shook hands with his hands.

Myriad Dao Scripture was originally handed over to him by Xuan Yi Palace Master when he entered his Master Xuan Yi and became his Direct disciple.

Xuan Yi did not say that this Myriad Dao Scripture had any specific effect. He only said that this Myriad Dao Scripture is very unique and he will have great use for him in the future.

Jian Wushuang has always been very confused about the Secret Art.

Before the ancient gods, he saw that the people of the ancient gods regarded him as Clansmen. He once suspected that Myriad Dao Scripture changed his soul.

Later, after seeing Xuan Yi, it was denied by Xuan Yi.

And now…

“Is it true that Myriad Dao Scripture is not my soul, but my consciousness?” Jian Wushuang secretly thought.

Of course, this is only his guess, he can’t be sure.

Deeply took a breath, Jian Wushuang said, “Senior King, I used to think that Culture has passed the One House’s special Secret Art, but the effect of the Secret Art is not clear, I only know that Secret. Art, extraordinary.”

“Oh, that must be.” The king is very sure of nodded, “How long have you lived with Heavenly God? Even after experiencing heavy winds and heavy rains, a lot of experience, consciousness is also strong to such degree, it must be Culture. The secret art that lifts consciousness.”

“And that Secret Art, which can increase the intensity of consciousness, is unusual in this world, of course it is extraordinary!”

“Is this the case?” Jian Wushuang secretly nodded, this matter, he can only wait to leave the Stars and the sea, then the message is like his Master.

“Well, anyway, you have refining the master’s blood. From today, you are the inheritor of my Patriarch.” The king’s voice is magnificent, with a trace of unquestionable tone, and then his gaze I saw it again at Jian Wushuang.

“Blood peak, give me a drop of blood,” said the king.

“The ancient god blood?” Jian Wushuang slightly nodded.

Every ancient god has his own ancient blood, and Jian Wushuang is no exception. Although it is not clear what the king wants his ancient gods to do, Jan Wushuang did not hesitate and immediately took a drop. His ancient gods came to the king.