"[Heavenly Demon Tribulation], kill..." 'Demon Oyster' roared loudly, and his eyes became red.
All I could hear was a crunching sound of bones.
Its body shape also increased several times.
Like a demon god.
Come into the eyes of everyone.
The monstrous magic mist gathered on the fist, and arc flashes could be vaguely seen. Just the momentum it exuded made countless "foreign races" change their expressions upon hearing it.
"[Heavenly Demon Tribulation]?"
‘Huang Di’ frowned and said, “This should be the blood talent of the [Demon] clan.”
Shennong nodded: "Just looking at the posture, it is estimated that it is a bit stronger than the [immortal] clan's bloodline talent. If nothing else, not a 'superior' one has escaped."
"not necessarily!"
Ying Zheng shook his head and said thoughtfully: "If I guessed correctly, the heroic spirits in this [Tombstone] are not measured by the power of their skills, such as 'upper', 'middle' and 'lower...' etc."
divided,
Otherwise, Huangdi's [Xuanyuan Sword Technique], in terms of power alone, is far superior to my [Twelve Bronze Figurines Combined Strike Technique...], but it only received a middling rating.
However, Xian Qiong's bloodline talent is at most equal to that of Huang Di, but it has received a high rating. From this point of view, the criteria for judging 'heroic spirits' are that the rarer and more novel they are, the higher the rating will be."
Is there any such thing?
Hear this!
‘Shen Nong’ couldn’t help but smile bitterly: “It seems like I have no hope.”
His skills.
It has nothing to do with rarity or novelty.
"We, the 'human race...', have no hope." Ying Zheng said expressionlessly.
As soon as these words came out.
Several people fell silent and felt a little depressed.
"..."
Over there with the ‘Magic Oyster’.
Although its [Heavenly Demon Tribulation] is not weak in power, and is even stronger than the [Immortal] tribe, but just like what 'Shadow' said, these Hall of Valor's evaluation standards do not seem to have anything to do with the power.
The lingering power of [Heavenly Demon Tribulation] lasted less than thirty breaths on the [Tombstone] before dissipating completely.
After a while, the word ‘medium’ appeared.
Seeing this scene, Demon Oyster was also stunned on the spot. He murmured a little dullly and said: "Our...our [Demon] tribe's bloodline talent is only average?"
"How can it be…"
Not just it.
The other alien races also looked astonished.
I really don’t understand, what is the standard of this [tombstone]?
Just when the 'Demon Oyster' lost his soul and began to doubt his life, a heroic figure who looked like a 'Devil God' floated out from the [Tombstone] and looked down at the Demon Oyster: "Are you willing to be my true successor?"
'Magic Oyster' was shocked and shouted quickly, "Junior is willing..."
"Later, [Demon Temple]." After the heroic spirit finished speaking, he turned around and returned to the [Tombstone].
Everyone who saw this scene.
Even more dumbfounded.
Everyone looked at the oyster with dumbfounded eyes: "It's just average, does it mean you passed the assessment?"
"That's so nonsense!"
"The [Mao] people are so pitiful..."
"Yes, a good evaluation is not as good as the average rating of the [Demon] clan."
"Tell me, are these heroic spirits looking down on the [Mao] tribe, so..."
Many foreigners started whispering.
His face was full of gloating.
The 'old man' frowned and said, "Who will come next?"
"I'm going..." A patriarch of a foreign race walked over anxiously.
Ye Xiu held it in for a long time.
I couldn't bear it any longer.
Looking at the 'old man', he secretly transmitted the message and said, "Senior, what on earth is going on?"
Very close.
Coupled with Ye Xiu's cultivation level, he is just the emperor's son.
Therefore, 'Huang Di', 'Ying Zheng...' and others all felt that he seemed to be transmitting a message, and the target was still the old man not far away. At the same time, they turned their heads and looked at the old man.
"This...maybe has something to do with your 'Human Ancestor'." The 'Old Man' thought for a while and did not hide it. Instead, he looked at Huangdi, Ying Zheng and Shennong said at the same time.
"Human Ancestor?"
Huang Di and others all looked confused.
And Ye Xiu heard this name again. Initially, he heard it from ‘Wu Ya’, but he didn’t pay much attention to it at the time...
"Senior, who is the human ancestor?" Ye Xiu asked.
"Judging from the aura, he should be the blood ancestor of your clan and one of the elders of our [Psychic Society]. He is unparalleled. As for whether he comes from the same place as you, that's all."
The old man said patiently.
‘Strong people’ can distinguish breath.
This old man, after all, is a 'Super Ninth Grade' existence, so naturally he can't feel wrong.
Human Ancestor?
Perhaps they had entered the terrifying existence of ‘Outer Heaven’ before them.
'Ying Zheng' hesitated for a moment and said: "Senior, are the heroic spirits in the [Tombstone] targeting our human race?"
The old man thought for a while and nodded slowly: "Although these heroic spirits have died hundreds of millions of years ago, they still retain a trace of their spirituality.
Their identities, according to what you call them now, are ‘foreign races’, and most of them have suffered losses at the hands of the ancestors. They must have sensed a familiar bloodline, so they lowered the difficulty and accepted their descendants as true disciples.”
A foreigner with a big backer?
What about our human race...
Huang Di was so anxious that he even forgot the etiquette: "Are there no heroic spirits of our human race in this [tombstone]?"
The 'old man' thought for a moment and said, "Probably not."
"..." Huang Di.
At this moment, 'Ying Zheng', 'Shen Nong...' looked a little pale.
In the outer world, the number of alien races far exceeds theirs, and now they have a bunch of extra backers, how can they do anything?
Just clean the neck and let them chop it off.
Otherwise, when these alien races become Super Ninth Grade, their fate will be even worse.
"Senior, why is this happening?" 'Ye Xiu' frowned and asked in confusion.
The old man sighed softly: "This may have something to do with the scarcity of the 'Human Ancestor...' lineage. The heroic spirits in the [Tombstone] are all strong men who died fighting for the [Psionic Society].
The 'President', the old man, couldn't bear these people to disappear in the world, so he spent countless treasures from heaven and earth to build this [spiritual tombstone], and then used the luck of the [Psionic Energy Association] to support them.
Compared with the alien races you call, your human ancestors are not sure whether they are blessed by nature or have extraordinary talents. It doesn’t matter that they are small in number. The strength of each of them is superior to the [Psychic Society].
In this old man’s memory, no one had ever died in battle until that rebellion, so naturally there are no ancestors of yours in this [Tibetan Spirit Tombstone].
I'm afraid that human ancestor also didn't expect that hundreds of billions of years later, there would be descendants of his bloodline who would take part in the examination of true disciples.
After all, when the [Psychic Society] was at its peak, all human beings would only go to the [Human Ancestor Hall] to take the assessment, and not the [Hidden Spirit Tombstone]."
"In addition, these 'heroic spirits...' were beaten by people from your ancestors before they were alive, so it's natural that they don't want to see you." The 'old man' said with a strange look.