"Why is this son obviously absorbing much more blood mist than other holy sons?" Cang Tianyou and other werewolves who were the elder-level werewolves were all surprised at this time.

However, it is a crucial process when the Holy Son accepts the blood inheritance of his ancestors. No one can disturb him. Otherwise, the sky may lobby and forcefully stop this matter.

In the past, when the saint son inherited the blood of his ancestors, there would be more and less depending on the qualifications and potential of each person, but generally speaking, there would not be much difference. At this time, this saint son from a small tribe actually occupied half of the blood of his ancestors, which is incredible.

A very important purpose of the blood of the werewolf ancestors is to improve the bloodline of the inherited Holy Son. As Li Muran can obtain so much blood from his ancestors, it is conceivable that his future werewolf bloodline will be extremely powerful and his potential is difficult to estimate.

One hour later, the blood mist finally completely dissipated, and the ten inherited saints on the stage also put away their skills.

Almost all the holy sons' cultivation has been improved to a certain extent; the most obvious one is Cang Wuhen, who directly advanced from the fifth level to the sixth level of cultivation; and the other holy sons who were originally sixth level of cultivation are also at the peak of the sixth level.

Cang Wuque and others were originally the sixth-level peaks. Although they did not improve significantly in their cultivation at this time, the benefits they gained were also extremely great. The aura they emitted was slightly different from before, which obviously gave the same-level cultivators an unfathomable feeling. It is conceivable that these people are likely to advance to higher existences in the future

The top ten inherited holy sons were originally the top-level existence among the Werewolf Cultivators in the Divine Travel Period, and they also received sacrifices from the blood of their ancestors, which made their cultivation prospects far different from those of other werewolf cultivators. Most of the inherited holy sons, as long as there is no accident or death, will eventually advance to the elders of the major tribes of the werewolf clans who are equivalent to the cultivation level of the Dharma Act. This ratio is unimaginable to other werewolf cultivators.

Unfortunately, Li Muran is still in the middle stage of Shenyou, but at this time he is already at the peak of Shenyou's midst stage, and his cultivation has also improved a lot.

The old man Tianmu who saw this scene in the audience was quite disappointed. It was a bit regretful that he saw Li Muran absorbed so much blood mist but failed to advance.

Li Muran himself had a similar idea. If he was a real werewolf monk, he might be able to advance like Cang Wuhen; however, he was born in a human race after all, and although he did not exclude the blood of the werewolf ancestors, he did not have time to refine them one by one.

What Cang Tianyou and others didn't know was that at this time, the large amount of ancestor blood absorbed in Li Muran's body turned into a blood-shining wolf shadow, which was found in his ancestral orifice divine light.

Li Muran knew very well that the divine light was a symbol of every cultivator's talent and qualifications. Not all treasures could be integrated into the divine light. The blood of the ancestors actually integrated into his own divine light. This is the first time that such a thing was discovered, and there must be a mystery in it.

However, what made Li Muran very depressed was that he was unable to extract the blood of the werewolf ancestors in the divine light for the time being. He tried several times with different methods, but they all ended in failure.

"After receiving the blood of the ancestors' blood, my breath is now the same as the werewolf. I'm afraid that even the existence of the true body stage will find it difficult to tell whether I am a human or a werewolf." Li Muran said with a wry smile in his heart.

The ancestor worship ceremony lasted for half a month and finally ended in a lively manner.

A certain pavilion on the west side of Beicang City is a temporary gathering place for the Tiangong Tribe.

"My brother, I'll see you again tomorrow," said the old man Tianmu to Li Muran.

From tomorrow, the old man Tianmu will lead the tribe members of the Tiangong Tribe to go to the newly enthroned territory to establish a tribal foundation; and Li Muran, as the inheritance son, has a series of rituals, and his identity is very different, and he cannot leave Beicang City for the time being.

"This time, my Tiangong Tribe has such an opportunity to develop, thanks to my brother, my tribe, all of us are grateful." When the old man Tianmu seemed very grateful when he mentioned this matter.

Li Muran smiled slightly: "Brother Tianmu doesn't need to thank you. The Tiangong Tribe also gave you the next opportunity, otherwise you will not be qualified to fight for the blood of the ancestors in the next random cultivator."

"My brother has such strength. If he doesn't become the saint son of my Tiangong tribe, he will definitely be invited to be the saint son by other tribes. Fortunately, I had the foresight at the time and met with my brother overnight, otherwise he would definitely be taken first by other tribes." Speaking of this, the old man Tianmu looked proud.

"If my brother is done here, will he return to the Tiangong Tribe and the inheritance holy son is in charge and lead us, my Tiangong Tribe will surely prosper quickly," asked the old man Tianmu again.

Li Muran shook his head and said, "I have already said that I will only be the nominal sage son of the Tiangong Tribe. After this grand ceremony of worship, I will not participate in the daily affairs of the tribe. I am used to being an idle cloud and wild crane, and have no interest in the development of such a great cause as a tribe, and it is common for the prosperity and decline of the tribe race. The Tiangong Tribe once had glory, but now it is not a good thing to be a dull. It has always been at the forefront, but it is easier to cause genocide disasters."

When the old man Tianmu heard this, he sighed and said, "I know that my brother is the kind of ascetic cultivator who is dedicated to the Tao. These false reputations and reputations cannot impress my brother at all. However, my Tiangong tribe is always the power of my brother. If there is a useful place, as long as my brother greets me, my tribe members will definitely go through fire and water, and I will die if I die one day. If one day, my brother is tired of venturing on this ancient land, he can return to the clan at any time to enjoy the rest of his life. My brother, you are no longer a casual cultivator. There is a tribe behind you, even if this tribe is not powerful, it is absolutely reliable."

"Thank you," Li Muran was also quite moved when he saw the other party's sincere words.

The two were chatting in the cave, and suddenly there was a loud noise outside, followed by a noisy noise.

Li Muran and the old man Tianmu immediately flew out of the cave one after another, but saw a fire swelling into the sky.

"What happened?" Old man Tianmu asked in shock.

A member of the Tiangong Tribe nearby hurriedly said, "Clan leader, suddenly exploded just now, followed by the flames in the sky. Not to mention water or magic power, it is difficult to extinguish."

"It seems to be the Samadhi True Fire of the Jiyan Tribe." The old man Tianmu said in shock: "Is it because in this Beicang City, in full view of everyone, the Jiyan Tribe is not good for us?"

"Samadhi True Fire?" Li Muran frowned. He also heard about the name of this flaming magical power.

"This kind of real fire is difficult to extinguish, and once the low-level tribe is surrounded by flames, it is still difficult to break out." Old man Tianmu said anxiously: "We will rescue the low-level tribe here first. As for extinguishing the fire, we will talk about it later.

Li Muran nodded. This true fire was not too threatening to him. Although the fire was fierce and had a large coverage, it could not be extinguished for a while, but he directly rushed out of the flames with his body-protecting armor and other magical powers, and flew out from here from afar.

However, it is probably not easy for those low-level monks to do this, especially those who have just opened their spirits. If they are surrounded by flames, they will find it difficult to persist in it for too long.

So Li Muran and the old man Tianmu divided into several ways, rushed into the sea of ​​fire, and rescued the clan members trapped in it.

"Boom" There was another loud bang not far away, and the fire rose into the sky.

"Who dares to make trouble in Beicang City? Are you not afraid of being caught by the Cangfeng tribe and being sentenced to death?" Li Muran frowned, and there were fires around him. From time to time, many figures were passing through the fire, but they couldn't see clearly, and the scene was very chaotic.

Although this area is just a corner of the vast Beicang City, I believe the Cangfeng Tribe will soon learn about this and send monks to support the rescue and extinguish the fire.

As long as there are a large number of cultivators with not too low cultivation to take action at the same time, it will be a temporary and three-minute effort to extinguish these Samadhi True Fire.

Li Muran was traveling through the fire, looking for the low-level tribe trapped in the fire, and suddenly saw seven or eight figures flying towards him at an extremely fast speed.

"Cangfeng tribe sent someone to support me so soon?" Li Muran was stunned, but with the help of the dark eye technique, he found that the people who came were wearing black armor, covering their faces, only a pair of fierce eyes that showed their eyes that were full of fierce light.

Li Muran thought it was not good, and these figures "swipe" quickly landed around him and surrounded him.

"Young Master Feixing, is it you?" Li Muran only glanced at these werewolfs and found that these people were all in the middle stage of the Divine Travel, with their late stage cultivation, and they also recognized the identity of one of them.

After all, he was the object of fighting. Li Muran never forgets it and recognizes this guy from his eyes and breath.

"Hmph" Seeing that Li Muran recognized him, Mr. Feixing did not deny it. He said viciously: "I could have become the inheritance holy son and won Princess Xiyue of the Dark Moon Tribe; however, it was all because you appeared out of thin air and ruined my good deeds. Even the Dark Moon Tribe used the excuse that I had not entered the top 40 to refuse the marriage that I had agreed to. Now, even the elders of this tribe are laughing at me. All of this is thanks to you."

Li Muran frowned, the other party was indeed here to seek revenge

This guy is really bold and dares to cause such a big disturbance in Beicang City and then take advantage of the chaos to deal with him.

However, the Feitian Tribe is not the owner of this place after all. Apart from creating chaos and taking advantage of troubled waters, there is no better way to assassinate itself.

"They only sent some monks of the Divine Travel Period to deal with me. It seems that most of them were the ones who made their own decisions, or the elders of the Dharma Status Period of each tribe were bound by each other and did not dare to attack the holy sons of other tribes." Li Muran said in his heart.

He has experienced life and death siege and killing again, and encountered this situation again, he was very calm and had no fear at all.
Chapter completed!