Rumble!

The aura in the blood prison was gloomy and terrifying. As the various chaotic wonders outlined on the surface recovered, various divine lights and lightning in the prison rushed towards the divine blood drawn from Xiao Ye's divine body.

This was like a living creature who was reversing the rules of the chaotic heavenly way and was about to rise, but was hit by a devastating blow.

Saw!

Looking around, Xiao Ye's purple divine blood was like being constantly crushed by a huge millstone, trembling endlessly.

It's like a lake, which is constantly evaporating.

This is a sign that it has been tempered and becomes more refined.

The entire process lasted for a whole year in the sixth floor of the Tower of Time.

Om Long!

As a whine broke out in the Bloodline Prison, all the visions suddenly became silent, and a purple divine blood rushed out of the Bloodline Prison and rushed towards Xiao Ye's body.

Hurry!

In an instant, Xiao Ye's dry body became full in an instant, like a dead tree emitting spring, re-expressing vitality.

However, the origin opened by the ancient gods' laws of heaven was quickly dimmed.

Bloodline Prison is an unconventional artifact. To activate it, it also requires the power of Taoism. In this year, Xiao Ye's Taoism power has been consumed.

"What a wonderful feeling!"

Xiao Ye sat cross-legged, checking himself.

His divine blood, after a year of tempering in the bloodline prison, is now only 90% left, but it is like a chaotic thunder exploding, and the bloodline power spreading has increased by a huge amount.

It is obvious that the potential contained in his seven-star ancient god bloodline has been stimulated.

What surprised Xiao Ye was that after entering the middle level of Taoist God Realm, he rarely used it. The ancient god bones hidden in his right arm actually had some subtle changes.

When the loss was almost recovering, Xiao Ye suddenly grew up and his body was shining brightly. His flesh and blood were decomposing, and his phantoms evolved, changing endlessly.

He is activating the seven-star ancient god's bloodline magic powers of ancient gods.

Looking around, he evolved ninety fighting methods in an instant.

"This blood prison is indeed a treasure!"

Ninety phantoms condensed into Xiao Ye's figure again, and his face was full of amazement.

The ancient gods’ fighting techniques are originally a kind of magical powers activated by the blood of the seven-star ancient gods, which have nothing to do with the perception of the great way.

Now, he has relied on his bloodline prison and tempered his bloodline for a year, and his use of such bloodline magical powers has also been greatly enhanced.

"continue!"

At that moment, Xiao Ye suppressed his inner excitement, took out the advanced chaos stone, and was practicing the ancient gods' laws of heaven.

The stronger the power of the Taoist divine power, the longer it takes to activate the bloodline prison.

At the same time, he was constantly refining the Ruyi Shenzhou and the Tendering Pearl that he harvested from the Ancient Treasure Pavilion.

In particular, Xiao Ye constantly nourishes the chaotic spirit that inherits the bloodline of time and dominates the blood of time.

Although he gradually refined this Chaos Spirit, it was completely different from the Time Dagger when activated, and it felt like it was difficult to move forward.

This is his biggest reliance at present.

The news revealed by Chun Mieyang and the disciples of the Gubao Pavilion Palm gave him a sense of urgency and naturally wanted to maximize its power.

When practicing in seclusion, time always passes quickly.

Time flies, and five thousand years have passed in a blink of an eye.

On this day, Xiao Ye, who was practicing in the Tower of Time, was suddenly awakened.

"What a strong battle fluctuation!"

Xiao Ye opened his eyes.

Although he was in seclusion in the Tower of Time, the outside world still left the Zhenhao Chaos Body, as well as the Chaos Divine Spirit in the Dharma Protector, and his divine will remain.

Therefore, you can feel any movement outside.

"There are penalties under the seat of every ancient god in the clan world that holds the laws, so there are few internal strifes."

Xiao Ye secretly said, using the help of the chaotic spirit outside to investigate.

"This battle fluctuation seems to come from... the direction of Senior Sister Youlan's residence!"

Swish!

Xiao Ye rose up, teleported directly, and left his courtyard.

"Li Zhenchuan and the others have been out for 80,000 years to perform clan missions, but they have returned safely. This time the weathering valley is going to be unlucky again!"

"The branches of our ancient gods in the reincarnation waters are the most vulnerable branches of the Weather Valley. The strong ones who cannot suppress the field are even fewer than those who understand the two Chaos Dao to level two. It is normal to be bullied by descendants. As long as you don't make too much trouble, even the senior brothers in the Zhengfei Pavilion will not interfere."

...

As soon as he arrived outside, Xiao Ye heard a lot of discussion.

"Directors? Branch of the Weathered Valley?"

When Xiao Ye heard this, his eyes flashed with a flash, and he teleported, rushing forward.

The purple mountains under the ancient divine pillar of Cheyuanhou are winding and deep, and there are many ancient divine disciples living at the foot of the mountain.

Of course, most of them are branch disciples.

At the foot of the mountain, in a hanghouse covered with green vines, two groups of ancient god disciples were confronting each other.

Among them, five ancient god disciples, each of them was powerful, obviously descendants, and outsiders, but they regarded themselves as the master of the chanting tower.

"Have you considered it?"

"This hanging building has a good environment and is very quiet. It is suitable for cultivation. I can consider returning this hanging building to you the treasures you have obtained from the Ancient Treasure Pavilion during this period."

"Otherwise, every time you change your residence, we will occupy it."

These five disciples of the descendants of the ancient gods all looked at the eleven branches in front of them.

"Robber!"

"What a rogue!"

The slender and beautiful girl Youlan, who is as ethereal as a fairy, has a pretty face that is pale, her fingers are tightly clenched, and her delicate body is trembling.

They, who are unorthodox disciples, have already had a hard time in the tribe world. It is difficult to enter the Ancient Treasure Pavilion to obtain treasures.

As a result, they will be blackmailed by this group of descendants?

"well!"

"Junior Sister Youlan, this group of descendants has a bad reputation, but we can't afford to offend them, so we should compromise."

At this moment, the ten disciples from the branch of Youlan from Fenghua Valley were covered in bruises and whispered in a low voice, taking out the treasures on their bodies with bitter faces.

This kind of thing has happened more than once, and they have become accustomed to it, but Youlan has not experienced much.

no way!

Who made them unorthodox and not have the strength to compete with their descendants?

Listening to the words of these senior brothers in the branch, Youlan was silent for a long time, and finally closed her beautiful eyes, as if she had accepted the reality. She waved her jade hand and prepared to take out the treasure.

Bang!

At this moment, a palm full of strength held her white wrist and stopped her from doing this.

"In the face of rogues, compromise cannot solve the problem."

"The best way..."

At the same time, a calm sound slowly came into Youlan's ears.
Chapter completed!