A few days ago…

Southern Territory, Yun Tian Kingdom.

This country is located in the center of the Southern Territory. Its territory is far larger than that of Zhao State, and even among the countries in the Southern Territory, it is only a handful.

In the country of Yuntian, there is no sect. It is a rare country without a sect. There is only one family in this country. This family's surname is Wang, and this country's... surname is Wang!

The mortal descendants of the Wang family who cannot practice spiritual practice become the royal family of the Yuntian Kingdom, while those who can practice spiritual practice enter the ancestral home of the Wang family.

As for the monks with other surnames, they are all affiliated with the Wang family, and they will always be like this for life after life.

The moment Meng Hao swallowed the Perfect Foundation Establishment Pill and walked out of the Blood Immortal inheritance, in the Yun Tian Kingdom, the tenth mountain among the three thousand forbidden mountains of the Wang family heard a sound that seemed to have disappeared for thousands of years.

The sound of breathing.

The three thousand forbidden mountains of the Wang family are not connected together, but are scattered throughout the entire Yuntian Kingdom. Under each forbidden mountain, there is a coffin buried. Only the strong men of the Wang family can be buried in the forbidden mountains after their death.

There are even rumors that the ancestor of the Wang family who lived tens of thousands of years ago was hiding in the Forbidden Mountain, but no one knows which mountain he was buried in.

The foundation of the Wang family is so deep that even the five major sects in the Southern Territory only know about it in general, and can only read fragments of it from some classics. But in fact, the entire Wang family has endless foundation, and its origins are extremely secretive.

Rumors seem to come from the stars...

At this moment, in the tenth mountain, there is a red world. It is not the light of blood, but the light of fire. There is a sea of ​​​​hot fire here, as if it will not be extinguished for ten thousand years. Deep in the volcano, there is a red coffin

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The coffin had no lid and there was an old man lying inside. The old man's face was wrinkled and his body was thin, as if he had been dead for a long time. However, the body was intact and there was no trace of death.

Even his eyes were opening and closing slowly now. The moment he opened them, the sea of ​​fire around him immediately became silent...it was no longer shaking or burning, and even the scorching heat seemed to be still at this moment.

"I feel... the aura of perfection..." the old man murmured, his voice extremely hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time. When his words came out, the entire Tenth Mountain shook.

The vibration of the Tenth Mountain immediately attracted the attention of the old guys who currently exist in the Wang family, causing several figures to move in from the Wang family's ancestral house in an instant.

These figures are all old men with excited expressions. To them, the existence in the Tenth Mountain is one of their ancestors!

"Perfect..." There was a faint light shining in the eyes of the person inside the coffin.

With this flash, the entire Tenth Mountain roared even more intensely. During the tremor, the people who had moved from the Wang family's ancestral home bowed respectfully outside.

"Start preparing three thousand death stones, I want to be reincarnated once!" The voice of the old man in the coffin was directly heard from the Tenth Mountain and fell into the ears of everyone outside, making these people feel excited as their minds were shaken.

"When I was at the peak of my career, I claimed to be a cultivator. I thought that in this life, like other ancestors, I could only live on and sigh, looking at the immortals and sighing. I was so confused that I couldn't take that step, step into the starry sky, and return to my family..." Inside the coffin

A smile appeared on the old man's shriveled face, but the smile looked extremely sinister and strange.

"Now...there is hope..." The old man's smile became more serious, and his eyes showed a strong light.

"My ancestor, the legendary ancestor of the Wang family, once had Taoist teachings passed down from generation to generation. He came from a mediocre background. He took people to build the foundation, and then he entered the road of becoming strong... The myth of rise.

But now that the perfect foundation has appeared, I want to follow in the footsteps of the legendary ancestor, take away perfection, and take a step towards immortality!

It’s just that... this person’s cultivation is still weak and cannot support me to ascend to immortality. I have to wait, wait, wait...” The smile of the old man in the coffin became brighter and brighter until a long time...

··He gradually closed his eyes. At the moment when he closed his eyes, the sea of ​​fire in the tenth mountain dared to continue burning forever.

A few days later, the sky was cloudless and green, and Meng Hao's figure turned into a long rainbow and walked forward through the sky. As for Zhou Daya, since Meng Hao had already known that this person had been secretly following him before, he still let him go. Naturally,

Some words that should not be heard by the other party will not be allowed to be heard by this person. However, letting him go also has the origin of the little fat man.

"After refining the Perfect Foundation Establishment Pill, I have used up a lot of spirit stones. Although there are still some left, it is not much..." Meng Hao frowned, looked at the Universe Bag, and sighed.

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"When I first entered the world of cultivation, I was short of silver. When I became a Qi Condensation monk, I was always short of spiritual stones. Now that I have established the foundation, but... I am still short of spiritual stones." Meng Hao frowned, in his heart

The desire for spiritual stones was ignited again, but after practicing to his level, the number of spiritual stones needed also became much larger.

"There is also the three-color Bana flower poison in the body. If this poison is not resolved, it will eventually become a huge hidden danger." Meng Hao frowned even more tightly.

"In addition, it has become a perfect foundation. Although it is too powerful, it is rejected by the world and unable to absorb spiritual energy... I can only swallow pills, but this will not last long after all..." Meng Hao pondered, regarding this

He was already prepared. If he had to choose again, he would still choose to swallow the Perfect Foundation Establishment Pill.

"It's fair to have gains and losses." Meng Hao raised his head, patted the Qiankun bag with his right hand, and took out the blood-colored mask, and then his heart calmed down.

"Nonetheless, I can obtain the Blood Immortal inheritance. As long as the mastiff within it wakes up, I think everything will be a lot better." Meng Hao's eyes showed anticipation, and his spiritual consciousness penetrated into the blood-colored mask, and he noticed that the mastiff was still sleeping there.

Although he doesn't know when he will wake up, the pressure emanating from his body is getting stronger and stronger.

"There is also this flag." Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and his spiritual consciousness was there! Inside the mask, it fell on the broken three-tailed flag and instantly merged into it. However, the flag was huge, and Meng Hao's spiritual consciousness was extremely weak compared to it.

, it is impossible to shake this magic weapon.

But Meng Hao felt a sense of divine power coming from this flag, as if it could change the color of heaven and earth once it was waved.

"My cultivation level is not enough... Even though this treasure is broken, it may be in the Blood Immortal inheritance, and it must be a treasure. Once my cultivation level improves and I can take it out, I believe that when it is unfolded, its power will be shocking."

Meng Hao's heart skipped a beat, and when he withdrew his spiritual consciousness, he saw the word "season" written on the third tail of the broken flag.

"Why is it the word Ji? Is this a surname?" Meng Hao thought thoughtfully, and finally looked at the Ancient Scroll of Blood Immortal Heritage inside the mask. Almost as soon as Meng Hao looked at it, a feeling of tearing appeared in his mind.

For others, this feeling may be unbearably painful, but for Meng Hao, this pain is not comparable to the torture on his poisonous hair. At this moment, his expression did not change, but he carefully felt the tearing in his mind. Under the pain of splitting, a set of exercises gradually emerged.

"Spiritual Devouring Sutra!" Meng Hao's mind was shaken, and these three big bloody characters suddenly appeared in his mind, and they were deeply and indelibly imprinted on his mind.

"Xiuwu Jing: Seize the spiritual blood, fuse it with yourself, and transform into a blood body, spirit, immortality, and Tao!"

"The cultivators of heaven and earth, the bloodline has been passed down for a long time, because the ancestor was a strong man, and the bloodline contains its meaning, so it can be passed down to generations, so that the descendants can awaken the bloodline and have the qualifications!"

"I can seize this qualification with my skills. I can feel the immortality of my ancestors, refine myself and become my own thing. What's more, I can refine the shadow of my ancestors to come to the world and kill the immortals and demons!"

"Cultivation of my inherited method: no respect for heaven and earth, no fear of ghosts and gods. Turn your hands to lift the sky, lower your head and the earth screams!" Meng Hao's mind boomed, and along with the vicissitudes of sound that seemed to have existed in the years, he could not distinguish the voices of men and women. As it echoed in Meng Hao's mind, gradually, a passage of scripture was completely imprinted in Meng Hao's mind. In addition, there was also an influx of information about the mask and a large amount of miscellaneous information.

"I am a Blood Immortal, and I will fight in the sky in my life, only to be defeated three times! I want to seize the spirits of heaven and earth, and because I want to seize Ji's bloodline, I have aroused the great taboo of heaven. I want to be destroyed, but my body can be destroyed, but my mind can't be destroyed!

After these three defeats, I felt that I was unwilling to be obsessed with it, so I created three simple swords of massacre, blood finger, blood seal, and blood killing world!

The descendants who inherit my way should remember the bloodline that determines the season in this life, let the heavens weep, and let the sky mourn! They should remember the method of the Blood Immortal, the Nine Kills!

You should remember that on the day when Tao is accomplished, you will wear my mask, wave the three-tailed flag, defy the mulberry sky, and reach the sky!"

"A faceless word, a continuation of beacon fire, the remaining clouds and a sea of ​​blood and rain pouring into the sky!"

"Ju Shen sent General Ye Mo Pagoda to refine the blood of all the spirits for nine kills!"

Meng Hao's body trembled and he opened his eyes. He was still in mid-air. There was no sound around him. The land was a barren mountain. The shock still remained in his eyes at this moment, and the indistinguishable words between men and women seemed to be echoing in his mind. The sound of vicissitudes of life.

"Seize someone's bloodline and achieve your own success. The strength of the bloodline depends on the glory of its ancestors... Seize the bloodline qualifications and turn them into a blood body... This body is like an incarnation outside the body...

One line of spiritual blood cannot be possessed by one person. It takes the blood of three generations of strong men to form a small blood body. If the blood of six generations is condensed, a flower blood spirit can be formed. If the blood of nine generations is gathered, a blood spirit can be fully formed. Spirit!

Returning to the ancestors shows the shadow of the ancestors of their clan's bloodline. The stronger the strong people are from generation to generation, the stronger the blood spirit children will be!

In this way, one kill, nine kinds of blood, and nine generations of strong men each can be used to achieve nine kills. The nine kills merge into one, which is... the blood path! By using this path to become an immortal, you can achieve the immortal position!" Meng Hao's mouth was dry and his breathing was rapid. At this moment, he was no longer flying, but descended to the barren mountain below, sitting there cross-legged, his eyes shining brightly, and he carefully felt the Soul-Eating Sutra in his mind.

This is the entire scripture, a complete inheritance, but the content of this inheritance gave Meng Hao a bloody feeling, making him silent for a long time, and then a sharp light gradually appeared in his eyes.

"A faceless word, a continuation of beacon fire, the remaining clouds and a sea of ​​blood and rain pouring into the sky!"

"Ju Shen sent General Ye Mo Pagoda to refine the blood of all the spirits for nine kills!"

"It contains four magical powers..." Meng Hao was silent for a moment, looking down at the mask in his hand. The mask had no facial features and gave off a strange feeling. As he looked at it, Meng Hao slowly raised his right hand, his eyes He looked dazed and seemed to be putting the mask on his face.

Even as he approached his face, the mask began to slowly squirm in Meng Hao's hands, exuding bursts of bloody aura. Just as he was about to be put on by Meng Hao, suddenly, the bronze mirror appeared in Meng Hao's storage bag.

In an instant, a sharp sound like a bird's call came out on its own.

This buzzing sound was directly transmitted into Meng Hao's mind, making Meng Hao's mind tremble. The confusion in his eyes suddenly turned into clarity. When he put down the mask, his eyes showed a sharp light.

"Remaining Spirit, are you looking for death?"

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