Under the leadership of Ziyuan Xiaolu, Qi Yuan took the teleportation circle and returned to Ziyuantian.

"The Ancestral Blood Pavilion is a place to check the progress of ancestral blood cultivation. Every day, many people from Ziyuantian come here to check the progress.

Even a fringe monk with a weak bloodline can become a core figure in the Black Demon Abyss if the "Ancestral Blood Art" reaches the sixth level.

Therefore, every monk in the entire Purple Fate Heaven and even the Black Demon Abyss has been practicing the "Ancestral Blood Art" throughout his life."

Ziyuan Xiaolu said calmly that she took Qi Yuan and flew in the sky.

As far as the eye can see, black mountains and rivers stretch as far as the eye can see, and some towns can be seen from time to time.

"After cultivating to the sixth level, you will become a serf and sing?" Qi Yuan said in surprise.

The core characters of Black Demon Abyss enjoy various privileges.

When he was in the fifth heaven, the reporting dog Qi Yuan met was a myth, but he had been working hard to become a core figure in the Black Demon Abyss.

Of course, although Qi Yuan also reported An Xunlu this time, he made a righteous report, so he cannot be called a reporting dog, but should be called a reporting man.

"But we devils don't have such restrictions. Under the Yang God, we have the highest status!" Ziyuan Xiaolu introduced Qi Yuan.

In Ziyuan Tian, ​​more than half of each generation of devils can enter the realm of the Yang God.

"If we can pay the price, we can even invite Yang Shen Tianzun to take action for us!" Ziyuan Xiaolu had an excited look on her face.

Yang Shen Tianzun is a towering mountain.

The Yin God can ask the Yang God to take action, which is unimaginable below the Sixth Heaven.

"Oh, I can make four thousand sun gods spend thirty billion on me with just three words!" Qi Yuan didn't particularly care about Ziyuan Xiaolu's words.

Ziyuan Xiaolu opened her mouth, revealing an "O-bubbled fruit milk" mouth look.

The figures of the two people also landed near the Ancestral Blood Pavilion.

Rather than saying it is the Ancestral Blood Pavilion, it is better to say it is the Ancestral Blood Kingdom.

A huge besieged city, stretching for an unknown number of miles, with over 100 million people living within it.

You know, these creatures are all monks.

Without enough space and enough spiritual energy, the progress of cultivation will be very slow.

Many creatures are indigenous and local people.

But more of them come from all walks of life in Ziyuantian.

There are six hundred worlds under the jurisdiction of Zi Yuan Tian.

Every day, a large number of monks come to conduct ancestral blood tests.

In this scene, some candidates like Blue Star came to take the imperial examination.

With one level of ancestral blood art, you can become a master in your own world.

"Black Demon Abyss is indeed a powerful force in the Sixth Heaven, and Zi Mansion is not as good as a dog!"

Qi Yuan glanced over and saw thousands of Zifu before he even looked at them.

He is also a monk in the Purple Mansion Realm, so he is a bit weak.

In the Ancestral Blood Pavilion, which stretches for an unknown number of miles, many monks lined up for testing.

Looking at it, it looks like a black dragon.

Many monks looked a little excited and clenched their fists.

Some young people are a little confused and feel a little lost.

This is also normal.

In the country he once lived in, he was perhaps one of the top ten talents. In the world, he was also ranked among the top three hundred.

But when you come to Ziyuantian's Ancestral Blood Pavilion, people like him... are just plain cabbage.

A strong man is not as good as a dog.

Tianjiao also has to line up in the bustling queue.

Seeing this scene, Qi Yuan was quite emotional.

There are many talented people in a big place.

If you pick anyone here at random, you can probably beat Senior Brother Kang Fulu.

So, sometimes origin is also important.

"This queue will last until the Year of the Monkey?" Qi Yuan clicked his tongue.

To be honest, he didn't want to queue.

But, his morals and three views tell him to be fair and just and to line up.

This made him feel as if he had met Sister Niujiao.

You have to understand the truth and make up for this shortcoming.

"Senior Brother Blood-robed, I'm a devil. There's no need to line up. Come with me."

Ziyuan Xiaolu said with a smile.

When Qi Yuan heard this, he blinked.

Is there such a good thing?

There is no need to queue, and the mood is soothing.

But...in my heart...

Qi Yuan suddenly admired some fellow villagers on Blue Star.

Ability to automatically adjust one's three views to benefit oneself.

If he understood such a perfect truth, wouldn't he be invincible?

"Let's go!" Qi Yuan said softly.

The two people turned into streams of light and headed towards the Ancestral Blood Pavilion in a swaggering manner.

When the monks queuing up below saw this, some looked curious.

"How can they fly directly!"

"Those are Mozi, some of the strongest people in the entire Ziyuantian bloodline!"

"I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to meet Demon Son in this life."

Under the watchful eyes of a group of people, Qi Yuan and Ziyuan Xiaolu came to the Ancestral Blood Pavilion.

As soon as we landed, a white-haired old man trotted over to greet us, with a particularly kind look on his face: "Greetings to the two devils!"

"Well, I'm here to test the progress of "Ancestral Blood Art" and convert it into contributions." Qi Yuan went straight to the point and didn't want to waste time here.

The old man hunched over and said, "Your Majesty, please come with me."

Ziyuan Xiaolu did not follow.

Stepping into the testing area of ​​the Ancestral Blood Pavilion, Qi Yuan looked calm and glanced around.

Different from the imagined fairy atmosphere, the atmosphere in the Ancestral Blood Pavilion is very gloomy, gray and blood-red.

The huge blood-red chandelier looks extremely weird.

A river of blood divides the room in two.

In the river of blood, Qi Yuan's eyes saw many tiny creatures.

The size of those creatures is only as big as bacteria.

Densely packed, it seems to be alive.

"Please, Your Highness Mozi, pour the blood spirit breath of the "Ancestral Blood Art" you have practiced into the blood river.

The blood spirits in the blood river will feel your highness's blood and then determine how many levels your highness has."

The old man whispered with some expectation in his eyes.

It seems that His Highness the Devil has only been in Black Demon Abyss for less than half a year.

The time for practicing "Ancestral Blood Jue" is still short, so let's test the results.

This made the old man couldn't help but sigh, no wonder the other party was the devil, he was the gatekeeper.

It took him ten years to practice the "Ancestral Blood Art" and he had just entered the first level.

Even if he is not compared with those devils, he is still very good.

This blood-robed devil has been practicing for less than half a year, and now he is... on the first level, or on the second level, or... on the legendary third level?

After thinking about it, he immediately shook his head.

Black Sword enters the third level in half a month, and enters the fourth level in three months.

This is the fastest record ever recorded in the entire Black Demon Abyss.
To be continued...