The light seal fell into the blood and bloomed with golden light that reached the sky. The extremely rich power of blood instantly spread across the void.
Yang Miesheng stood on the sky, right above the Sumeru Demon Realm. Every cell and pore in his body opened at this moment, allowing the golden light to rush into his body.
This is the blood power of the entire Dongming clan. It is so huge. Even with the ability to destroy life with Yang, his brows are slightly wrinkled at this moment, and he feels as if his body is filled with something.
But he kept his mind close, and a small dark thread appeared between his palms. Then the thread quickly copied and weaved into a dark web, wrapping his entire body in it.
His body, which was about to reach saturation, sank down again and became extremely calm, methodically absorbing the blood power of the Dongming Clan.
An Hedao stood aside with his sword behind his back, his face calm: "Headmaster, actually I have never understood that you already have almost all the blood power of the Dongming Clan, why didn't you start absorbing it earlier?"
"There shouldn't be much difference if there is one more Qianlun or one less Qianlun, right?"
Although Yang Miesheng is in a state of power absorption, he is still sensitive to everything around him.
He opened his mouth and replied: "Sword servant, you must know that the most powerful bloodline of the Dongming clan is the direct lineage of Dongmingye!"
"Dong Mingye's father is the only god-transformation monk born in the galaxy. As his direct bloodline, Dong Mingye naturally possesses the purest 'god-transformation factor'!"
"And Dong Ming Qian Lun is Dong Ming Ye's son, and the 'god transformation factor' in his body will definitely not be weak!"
"What's more important is that even though Dong Mingye's body was severely injured by me back then, he still managed to escape using the Dongming clan's secret method at the critical moment. I couldn't keep his soul, so I didn't get the power of his hard work.
', let alone get his clan crest!"
"Only Dong Mingye's direct clan crest can perfectly inspire the bloodline power of all Dongming clan members. Qianlun is the most suitable candidate besides Dong Mingye!"
After An Hedao heard this, he realized that the power of Dongming Clan's bloodline was like a treasure, but to open the treasure, a special key was needed!
The clan patterns of Dong Ming Ye and Dong Ming Qian Lun are a crucial link in unlocking this treasure!
The power of the bloodline triggered a powerful storm that raged around the forbidden area of the Sun Temple, and Yang Miesheng was in this storm, his body motionless. A force of the bloodline of the Nether Clan was absorbed by him deep into his body.
Under the operation of the technique, it was gradually assimilated into liquid power essence, which was compressed in his body and gradually condensed into a golden inner elixir!
Golden elixir stage monks will also experience the current state of Yang Miesheng, but Jindan stage monks use their own true power to condense the inner elixir, while Yang Miesheng condenses the power of the blood of other clans into
Dan.
Between the two, Yang's method of destroying life is countless times more sophisticated!
It wasn't until the golden inner elixir, which represented the power of the Dongming Tribe's bloodline, was completely formed that the surrounding storm stopped, and Yang Miesheng opened his eyes and fell to the ground.
Behind him, the water in the Sumeru Demon Realm has turned into pure black, and all the blood has disappeared.
"How was it? Was it successful?"
An Hedao saw Yang Miesheng stopped moving and hurried forward to ask.
He could sense that the aura in Yang Miesheng's body had reached an unprecedented peak at this moment, and even he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.
"Success?" A smile appeared on Yang Miesheng's lips, "Sword Servant, you think too simply!"
"This is just the blood power of the Dongming Clan, it's far from enough!"
An Hedao was startled when he heard this, and then his eyes became a little darker: "What do you mean?"
Yang Miesheng's eyes flashed with cold light, and his five fingers clenched slightly.
"The Milky Way is not the only special race of the Eastern Ming Clan!"
"Although the remaining races do not have the 'god transformation factor' in their blood, the power of their blood, coupled with the power of the Dongming tribe's blood, is enough to help me refine the 'Five Spirit Blood Beads'
Got it!"
"When the time comes, I only need to refine the 'Four Spirits Fusion Blood Bead' and enter the realm of divine transformation in one step!"
Seeing the cold and weird smile on Yang Miesheng's face, An Hedao finally understood.
He has always been fond of war, and the corner of his mouth also evoked a grim arc: "The Milky Way has indeed been peaceful for too long, and it's time for some excitement!"
Yang Miesheng turned his head and glanced at him, nodding slightly: "That's right! Sword Servant, aren't we preparing for two thousand years just for this moment?"
"Let's go, let's go kill each other today!"
After the two of them finished speaking, they looked at each other and smiled. A strong fighting spirit filled their eyes, and their figures quickly disappeared!
Ye Chen on Li Xing didn't know what was happening in the Sun Temple at this moment.
For seven consecutive days, he was at the Xuanyuan Palace headquarters. In addition to taking care of the relocation of Xuanyuan Palace, he was more thinking about how to take the next step!
In front of Ye Chen, there was a chess board with only five chess pieces on it!
The Heavenly God Sect, the Beast God Sect, the Starry Sky Wolf Clan, the Starry Sky Blood Clan, and...the Sun Temple!
Fenghou and Du'e sat cross-legged across from him. At this time, Du'e said: "With the current combat power of our Xuanyuan Palace, no one can match them except you!"
"You have just helped our Xuanyuan Palace regain its position as the overlord of Lixing. In my opinion, we should accumulate strength first and wait until we recruit enough strong men before going to war with them!"
In response, Ye Chen shook his head slightly: "I have no intention of getting Xuanyuan Palace involved in this matter!"
"It's enough for me to do anything to these five powerful clans and great sects by myself!"
After Feng Hou and Du E heard this, their expressions changed. Feng Hou said seriously: "Your current strength is indeed strong enough, but none of these powerful clans and great sects are fuel-efficient, let alone whether they have internal
The hidden strong ones, let’s talk about the great formation in their clan, they are also extremely powerful existences!”
"If you go directly to their ancestral star, it can be said that the right time, right place, and right people will not give you an advantage. It is not a wise move!"
Ye Chen nodded, agreeing with what Feng Hou said, but he still said firmly: "I don't want to delay the fight with them!"
"What I want is a quick victory!"
"If it drags on and makes them alert, I'm afraid it will be like a thousand years ago, when the five powerful religious families will form an alliance again, and it will be even harder to deal with them then!"
"I plan to defeat them one by one and deal with them all one by one!"
His eyes were deep, and he tapped his fingers lightly on the table, flicking up the two chess pieces.
Sun Temple, Star Wolf Clan!
These are the two places he currently prioritizes, because Yang Youming can take him to the ancestral star of the Sun Temple, and the head of Sirius Castle who surrendered to him can take him to the ancestral star of the Star Wolf Clan.
!
As for the other three, we can figure out how to solve them later!
Seeing Ye Chen's resolute attitude, Feng Hou and Du E did not try to persuade him any further. They knew Ye Chen's character, and once decided, it could not be changed!
At this moment, Wen Shengnan's voice suddenly came from outside the door. Her voice was slightly anxious, and she said through the message: "Ye Shenzi, teacher, Elder Du'e, something happened!"
"It's Elder Wiseman, he..."
Hearing this name, the expressions of Ye Chen and the others changed. Wiseman was the head of Tianlang Castle who returned to Xuanyuan Palace.
"Let's go and have a look!"
Ye Chen and the others immediately got up and came to the residence of the werewolf Wiseman. They saw Wiseman kneeling in the courtyard, rolling on the ground, screaming like a scream from his mouth, and his facial features were extremely distorted.
Extremely painful.
"The clan soul of the old ancestor... No, how could this happen?"
He beat the ground in pain, and a small wolf-shaped light mark was looming above his head.
The next moment, the light seal above his head exploded into fragments all over the sky. His eyes also became hollow, and two lines of clear tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
"The clan soul of our ancestors has disappeared?"
Hearing this, Ye Chen didn't know what it meant, but Fenghou and Du'e seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly looked up at the sky.
It was late at night, and the sky was dotted with stars. At a glance, they saw that a star in the east direction suddenly dimmed and lost all its brilliance, as if it had been wiped out from the universe.
They judged from the direction that the planet was the ancestral star of the Star Wolf Clan, the Wolf God Star!
The expressions of the two people suddenly changed, which was incredible!