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Chapter 710 You can open the divine treasure hole! (Ask for a monthly ticket)

In the Demon City.

Su Qinian carried the stone jar and returned to the steps of the stone tower to sit down. However, at this moment, many demon-suppressing soldiers in the Demon-Suppressing City looked at the young figure in a coarse white robe, and their eyes filled with complicated thoughts.

Complex emotions.

Especially some of the Chi family's demon-suppressing soldiers, all left in twos and threes, quietly, not even paying attention to King Xuan, provoking them wantonly, not to mention little people like them, even if they had the evil spirit in their bodies.

He didn't care that the Qi had not been completely expelled, and he didn't dare to make any strange noise for fear of being targeted. With that person's methods, even his death would not be the end.

Someone glanced at the stone tower where the prison seals were burned, and there was no one inside. The old stone was also a member of the Chi family. In fact, many of the stone towers in the Demon Suppressing City, whether it was the place where soldiers were cast or the medicine house,

They are all from the Chi family.

When Old Shitou died, he also experienced several breaths of sacred flame burning, and his remaining soul dissipated in an exhausting struggle.

Not long after King Xuan left, another demon-suppressing general under him walked out of the demon cave, led a dozen demon-suppressing soldiers, and escorted a group of lurking demons or possessed demons into the demon cave. As for a few teenagers,

, were protected by several Kaitian realm demon-suppressing soldiers and were sent back to their respective tribes. From the beginning to the end, the demon-suppressing general did not even look at Su Qinian except for bowing to Su Qinian when passing by the stone gate.

Dare to take a look.

"grown ups!"

When the young man was about to leave, he finally couldn't help but speak.

Several Chijia demon-suppressing soldiers were greatly shocked, but they did not dare to stop them. In front of the stone tower, Su Qinian raised his head and looked at the young man who was almost thirteen or fourteen years old, with long sword eyebrows.

He looked very delicate, with a worn-out animal skin waistcoat under his fire monkey leather armor. The young man did not have much cultivation, and had just begun to penetrate the heavenly veins, but his eyes were very bright, pure and penetrating. After this

After this experience, I became more determined.

"Sir, I want to control my own destiny, please teach me!"

As he was about to leave, the young man understood that perhaps he would never have such an opportunity again in this life. The legendary supreme power was an existence that was out of reach for his entire tribe, even if he would be expelled for it.

Even if he was looked down upon, it seemed rude, or even if he was punished, he would still speak out. He didn't want to go through what he had experienced today again, he wanted to try to control his own destiny.

Especially his family, life, and all his relatives, he wanted to protect everything he cherished.

"Can."

Su Qi young nodded lightly, the crystal clear light in his eyes slightly bloomed, and tens of thousands of words of scripture appeared in the young man's mind, which was a practice method called Zhan Wangce.

The young man's mind was shaken, Wang Ce! Even though he was from a humble background, he understood that there are three, six or nine levels of cultivation methods in this world. Wang Ce, that is the supreme method. It is superior to any art of war or even the reincarnation generals' book.

Strong, the latter cannot be compared with it at all.

The wandering tribe where the young man belongs is located in a remote place. Although it does not live in isolation, it has little contact with the outside world. Although the war with Wang Ce is now famous all over the world, the young man knows nothing about it.

"You can also teach this method to others, you don't have to keep it to yourself." Just when several other teenagers were eager to try it, Su Qinian said again.

What!

The young man could not believe his ears. Such a supreme method was not only taught to him, but also allowed him to teach it to others. Until he finally walked out of the Demon Suppressing City, he still felt a little dazed. Such a situation was really beyond the reach of his young age.

It was within the scope that Sui could accept, but the words about War King Ce and Suotian War King remained in his memory like knives and axes carving them.

After drinking all the blood in the spring, Su Qinian stood up and walked into the stone palace. The old man grabbed the iron tongs and stretched a long red-hot knife into the cold spring water. At the same time, he lifted his foot lightly and an iron jar rose into the air.

, fell into the hands of Su Qinian.

laugh!

Thick white smoke rose up, and the old man raised his hand. It was a pure white long sword, about four feet and nine inches long. There was also a pure white dragon entrenched on the blade, which looked like it was standing beside the fire.

Chen's stone knife was generally the same, but the old man shook his head, held the handle of the knife with one hand, and broke the long knife with a click.

"A counterfeit is a counterfeit after all, and there is no escape." The old man, with his upper body naked, sighed.

Su Qinian slapped open the sealing mud on the iron can in his hand, and a strong and hot smell rushed towards his face, like an iron horse wrapped around him. This old fragrance may not be called fragrant, but it is definitely strong enough.

"What a blood spring!" Su Qinian exclaimed in admiration. The brewing method of this blood spring must be unique. It is a completely different style from He Laosan. It may not be as delicate as He Laosan's method, but it is pure and powerful.

It perfectly matches Su Qinian’s mood at this moment.

After drinking half the can, Su Qinchang took a deep breath and sighed: "I pour my divine will into it, and my skills are close to the Tao. It's nothing more than this. I didn't expect that in this place where soldiers are made, there is actually a master-level person who brews blood springs."

"Why did you tell that young man to fight against Wang Ce?" The old man was silent for a few breaths, and then took the initiative to speak for the first time.

"If you get it, give it to someone." Su Qinian said calmly, "War King Ce is not simply a supreme law, but also a universal law, which revives the silent war blood. Regardless of the origin of the original war blood, it is the Suiren clan.

Which human emperor, or a more distant existence, are all sages of our human race, strong ancestors who stand for the human race under the heavens, no longer enslaved by other races, but dedicated their lives and never regretted a hundred battles.

, and part of the strategy of the King of War is derived from the place where I was born, the painstaking efforts of all the emperors of Great Xia, and it is more suitable for the human race in the vast starry sky than the homeland."

"And there, there were monster clans that were raging. For thousands of years, in order to resist the monster clan and protect the territory of the human race, the sages of the past generations worked hard, and finally perfected the method of building foundations, which spread throughout the territory of the human race. Not many people

You can use this to become a master, but everyone can use this to become stronger, and no longer have the power to restrain a chicken. With a little chance, strong men will emerge from generation to generation, and finally repel the demon clan in the four seas of demons.

The tripod is the foundation that will last forever.”

"And I was once one of them. The ant I once was could look up at the stars and ride a giant dragon."

This time, the old man remained silent for a longer period of time. It was not until half a cup of tea that he pondered: "But dreams, sometimes just dreams, may not be realized, but what needs to be faced is an irresistible force."

Su Qinian showed a rare solemn look: "In my hometown, someone once said that a single spark can start a prairie fire."

A single spark can start a prairie fire!

The old man was startled. He could feel the tenacity contained in these eight words. He wanted to say something, but Su Qinian shook his head and continued: "Whether the dream can be realized is important, and whether you have a dream is also important.

, just like in ancient times, how insignificant the human race was, struggling to survive under the overlooking of hundreds of races. At that time, for many ancestors, perhaps survival was just a dream. Such a humble idea could not be realized by one or two people.

Yes, who could have expected that after endless years, our human race would occupy the most fertile ancestral land in the world and become the most powerful race among all the races."

"Everything in the world is unpredictable, and even ants have heartbeats."

The old man put down the iron tongs in his hand and sighed: "You are much more courageous than He Laosan. If he were an inspector and came here, I would definitely ignore him, but you convinced me."

really!

Su Qinian thought, such a master of brewing blood springs cannot be unknown. Although He Laosan is sometimes unreliable, he is indeed a master of the previous generation in brewing blood springs. He has gone out of his own way.

road.

"I am Chi Meng, the eldest grandson of Emperor Chi Guang."

As soon as the old man opened his mouth, Su Qinian was startled. He didn't expect that the saint in front of him was actually a direct descendant of the Chiguang Emperor.

"The fourth punishment day should be in the realm of light. Without a bright heart, you can't enter. There is also the yellow clay altar, the ancient artifact inherited by the Chi family, to suppress it. Unless you get the talisman or have a substitute sacrifice, the fourth punishment day will not be able to enter."

It will be impossible for Xing Tian to escape." Chi Meng muttered, showing a thoughtful look.

Needless to say, how difficult it is to be able to replace a great emperor's sacrifice and be recognized by the Yellow Mud Altar. And it is simply unrealistic to seize the Talisman from a great emperor, as the Talisman should be in the hands of his grandfather.

"In this way, as long as you can enter the Realm of Light, and if you can trust me, I can open the yellow clay altar for you and save the Fourth Xingtian."

Chi Meng stared at Su Qinian. He didn't say much or explain anything, but his deep black eyes looked directly at Su Qinian without any fear.

"Okay." Su Qinian nodded without asking why.

The moment he walked out of the stone palace, he said: "Wait for my news. In addition, after Zhan Wangce completes an ancestral blood change, he can try to open the first level of the human body. In my hometown, it is called

God hides the great orifice.”

Did he see it?

Chi Meng was stunned for a moment, and then he burst into laughter. As one of the founders of Zhan Wangce, it was not unusual to see that his cultivation level was anything special, but he did feel the existence of the divine treasure in the human body. So, next,

After coming down, he can try to clear the level and open the first level of the human body.

He was looking forward to a change in ancestral blood that would allow him to go one step further and directly transform into an immortal will. If he opened another level of the human body's divine treasure, would it allow him to move forward one step further...

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed, and the sun has disappeared from the millions of miles of scorched earth. But Su Qinian, who is walking in the devil's cave, understands that in two hours, the morning sun will rise, and the Starry Sky Clan Association will also start.

Open the curtain.

The ancestral land of the Suotian lineage.

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