Fairy way

Lin Xi's mind is very confused now.

Probably due to mental exhaustion, he had some difficulty concentrating.

"It turns out that the Qian family has never been able to produce monks because of this reason. This is really unexpected, the Qian family has such a long family history." Lin Xi said to himself.

And through the history of the Qian family, it is possible to simply spy on the ancient things.

Lin Xi only now understood.

Why can I be selected by the magic cultivator inheritance.

It's not that I have anything special.

Just because I am an ancient race.

Although the bloodline is "not pure", but compared to other monks, it is already considered the most perfect successor.

Moreover, I chose to switch to the magic cultivation method when the Dao foundation collapsed and the spiritual root self-destructed, which is more in line with the cultivation conditions of the magic cultivation method.

All the Qian family members are probably the most suitable successors to the magic cultivation technique.

It's just that it's too dangerous to practice the Demon Cultivation Technique, so Lin Xi has never planned to let the Qian family try it.

The scourge kept falling.

Pain erodes.

Lin Xi was trembling with severe pain, feeling like she was in hell.

If she hadn't really felt the horror of the Nine Hells, Lin Xi felt that she would have a nervous breakdown by now.

"Father, my life and death are at stake now, and it doesn't make much sense for you and me to popularize history." Lin Xi's heart was full of bitterness.

If you change to other times.

Of course he is interested in communicating with his father to study the history of the Qian family.

But now, I really don't have that leisure time.

"Since I chose this time to tell you this, I naturally have something very important to tell you." Qian Xinyuan's voice gradually became hurried.

"The ancestors of the Qian family have ancestral precepts passed down from generation to generation, and only the head of the family is qualified to know. The ancient demon cultivators have developed many various methods to fight against the scourge."

Lin Xi was shocked.

"Anyone succeed?"

"No, it failed."

"..."

Lin Xi smiled bitterly: "It failed."

"However, the ancestors said that our ancestors hid special power in their blood and passed it down from generation to generation. Once they realize this power..."

"What will happen?"

"I don't know, that's what the ancestors said."

"No way." Lin Xi almost vomited blood: "Father, don't you have more detailed ancestral precepts? Did the ancestor who left the ancestral precepts say anything at that time?"

"I'm just a mortal. It would be great to be able to recite the ancestral teachings. Where can I get more detailed content? Anyway, I leave the details to you to understand." Qian Xinyuan's voice seemed to be relieved.

That's about all he can do.

Ever since he felt uneasy, he had a strong intuition.

I must pass on this ancestral teaching.

This may be very important to Lin Xi.

Lin Xi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Our ancestors must have been too foolish."

"There is no other way." Qian Xinyuan's voice became more and more ethereal: "Son, come on, you must hold on..."

Thousands of miles away.

Qian Xinyuan's face was pale.

Qingxia cast a secret technique on the side, and the radiance enveloped the two of them, condensing the voice into a silk thread, and releasing it in the direction of the blood.

The two of them were still thousands of miles away, and there was no time to arrive.

That's why Qingxia used a special method to allow Qian Xinyuan and Lin Xi to have a short-term mental connection.

However, this secret method consumes a lot of money.

It can't last long at all.

"Ma'am, it's done." Qian Xinyuan let out a long sigh of relief.

Qingxia stopped her hands, a look of fatigue flashed in her eyes.

It is precisely because she does not dare to approach the place where the power of the Old Sage blooms at will, and in order to be able to deliver the news quickly, that she will use the expensive secret method.

Now she is powerless even if she tries her best.

"Husband, how is it?" Qingxia asked softly.

"The appearance of the ancient sage is the great change between the past and the present as mentioned in the Qian family's ancestral precepts." Qian Xinyuan's expression was calm, and his voice was soft: "That's why I am so urgent to pass on the ancestral precepts. Although the word has reached, but I don’t know if it’s useful or not. I hope that the ancestor who played tricks would have left some useful things behind. Otherwise, I’ll find out his spirit card and smash it when I go back.”

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"Dad?"

"Dad?"

Lin Xi called out loudly.

But got no response.

Surrounding him are terrifying swords derived from laws, which cannot be observed with the naked eye, and only the divine sense can perceive its horror.

Another round of scourge.

"Is it a hallucination?" Lin Xi was at a loss. He subconsciously mobilized his magic weapon and spiritual power to resist the endless scourge.

Exhaustion still eats away at his nerves and soul.

But now Lin Xi doesn't want to sleep anymore.

His mind was full of what his father had told him.

"The power hidden in the blood, what is that?" Lin Xi thought hard, maybe that power could help him get out of trouble.

But no matter how I think about it, I still have no clue.

Power doesn't spring from nothing.

Since it is hidden in the blood, it will definitely not be revealed so easily.

Most importantly, Lin Xi didn't even know what it was.

If you are looking for a needle in a haystack, you still know that the target is a needle.

What is the situation now.

Fishing aimlessly, what can be fished.

"This ancestral precept is really a lie." Lin Xi was anxious in his heart, seeing the gradual collapse of the mortal world below, his heart also collapsed even more.

Even if there is some power hidden in the blood, what use is it?

Can anything be changed?

Can it solve the current crisis in the world?

Lin Xi felt depressed again.

Maybe I really did something wrong. Everything in the Mortal Realm was fine, and I insisted on launching the plan to complete the Dao, so this kind of thing happened.

"Om~"

More than a dozen magic weapons around screamed.

It seems to have finally reached the limit.

Lin Xi never thought that the scourge he would face after ascension would be so terrifying. Most importantly, he himself was not in his prime, and he was already seriously injured.

"It seems that I really can't hold on anymore." Lin Xi felt miserable.

sorry.

Father, mother.

Lord Sovereign, Senior Sister Ziyue.

Shi Zhong, Jiang Xiaoxi, Xiao Bailong...

I really can't hold it anymore.

After almost completely overdrawing herself, Lin Xi's hand finally dropped slowly, and the magic weapons fell to the clouds one by one, only the seven natal magic weapons were integrated into the Zifu.

Human beings and talismans are in a relationship of coexistence and death.

He seemed to be about to disappear from the sky and the earth.

And at this moment, the seven natal magic weapons in his body were still vibrating tenaciously. Even though the spiritual power in Lin Xi's body had been drained, they still had the will not to admit defeat.

"Sure enough, it is indeed a magic weapon cast by the demon cultivator." Lin Xi thought silently in her heart, but suddenly there was a sudden shock, and her pupils shrank slightly.

He recalled the scene he felt when he went to Forbidden Sea.

At that time, he thought he had encountered the eighth magic weapon.

But in fact, it is the remaining power of the fallen ancient magic cultivator, reflecting the past and present, and recreating some of the light and shadow of the past.

"Today, eight supreme magic tools are cast with flesh and blood, which can be passed on for generations. They can kill immortals and gods. Only the ancient human race can guard them."

"The descendants of our clan must continue the bloodline!"

There was a storm in Lin Xi's heart.

Eight supreme instruments made of flesh and blood.

Only the ancient human race can be imperial envoys.

Continuing the bloodline...

He trembled like an electric shock, as if he had figured out something: "The ancient human race, isn't that the ancient human race? The eighth magic weapon, the eighth magic weapon..."

Lin Xi burst out of strength from nowhere and sat up with difficulty.

The seven natal magic weapons then flew out, floating in front of Lin Xi one by one, as black as ink, lifelike, as if the seven monsters were about to come alive at any time.

Night Rakshasa, Le God, Golden Winged Peng, Jialong, Suspect, Python God, Asura.

They were all forged by the ancient demon cultivators with painstaking efforts.

"The ancient human race can be the envoy, no, no, the Immortal Tianhua once controlled the power of the Asura statue, and it is also quite powerful." Lin Xi grasped the key.

Because Tianhua Shangxian is definitely not an ancient race.

Lin Xi once vaguely saw the appearance of the eighth magic weapon in the restricted area.

No scales on the body, no strange horns on the forehead, no extra eyes and limbs, no transcendent light and shadow, mediocre, ordinary, nothing abnormal.

Just like normal people.

Now he finally understands.

The eighth magic weapon is the ancient portrait.

Only by controlling the eighth magic weapon can the real power of the other seven magic weapons be aroused.

The words of the ancient demon cultivator should be understood in this way.

Forged in flesh and blood...

So cruel.

Not only did he kill those terrifying ancient beasts and refine them into magic weapons, he even melted his own flesh and blood into them to refine them into magic weapons.

Undoubtedly, the flesh and blood of the ancients must have been sacrificially included in the other seven magic weapons, and thus a set of eight magic weapons was sacrificed.

"Where is the eighth magic weapon?" Lin Xi muttered to himself, but his eyes became brighter.

If all eight magic weapons are obtained by outsiders.

Doesn't that mean that anyone can control the power of the most powerful magic weapon?

It shouldn't be difficult to control the seven magic weapons with ancient portraits.

In this way, what's the point.

"The special power is hidden in the blood and passed down from generation to generation. Once you realize this power..." Lin Xi recalled the ancestral training.

He seemed to understand.

I understand what the ancestors said about the power.

Without hesitation, Lin Xi used her finger as a blade to stab into her chest.

Only dark red plasma slowly flowed out of the hideous wound, and he seemed so weak that he didn't even have much blood left.

To Lin Xi, this pain was nothing at all.

Lin Xi controlled the blood with the remaining spiritual power, and slowly condensed a palm-sized portrait in front of him, which looked exactly like Lin Xi, except that the dark red blood looked shocking.

He felt that his spirit was emptied in an instant.

Weakness filled the whole body again.

At this moment, the seven natal magic weapons suddenly trembled in fear, released their original power, and began to flow around the blood-red portrait.

The blood-red figure suddenly opened its eyes.

Indifferent and cold.

As if given life.

Lin Xi finally understood.

Why outsiders deduce the secrets of heaven, and deduce it to him, can only see darkness forever. It is not because of the magic weapon to protect the body, but because of the extraordinary things left by the ancestors in the blood.

"It turns out that the eighth magic weapon has always been on me." Lin Xi smiled, from a deep and shallow smile to a nervous and weird smile.

Huge thrill.

Lin Xi felt that she might really be a little crazy.