The first thousand four hundred and seventy-one chapters, the original has been in my body...
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 give birth to monks for this reason. This is really unexpected. The Qian family has such a long family history." Lin Xi said to herself.
And through the history of the Qian family, we can also briefly get a glimpse of ancient events.
Only now did Lin Xi understand.
Why could I be selected by the Demonic Cultivator inheritance?
It's not that there's anything special about me.
Just because I am an ancient human being.
Although his bloodline is "not too pure", he is already the most perfect successor compared to other monks.
Moreover, I chose to switch to the Demonic Cultivation Technique when my Dao foundation collapsed and my spiritual roots self-destructed. This was more in line with the conditions for practicing the Demonic Cultivation Technique.
All the Qian family members are probably the most suitable successors to the magic cultivation technique.
It's just that practicing demonic cultivation techniques is too dangerous, so Lin Xi has never planned to let the Qian family try it.
God's punishment keeps falling.
Pain erodes.
Lin Xi's whole body was shaking with severe pain, and she felt like she was in hell.
If she hadn't really experienced the horror of the Nine Hells, Lin Xi felt that she would have had a mental breakdown by now.
"Dad, I am now at a critical moment of life and death, and you and I have no meaning in popularizing science history." Lin Xi's heart was full of bitterness.
If it were any other time.
Of course he is interested in communicating with his father and studying the history of the Qian family.
But now, I really don’t have that spare time.
"Since I have chosen this time to tell you this, I naturally have something very important that I must tell you." Qian Xinyuan's voice gradually became more urgent.
"The ancestors of the Qian family have ancestral teachings passed down from generation to generation, and only the head of the family is qualified to know them. The ancient demon cultivators developed many various methods to fight against the scourge of heaven."
Lin Xi was shocked.
"Has anyone succeeded?"
"No, it failed."
"..."
Lin Xi smiled bitterly: "It failed."
"But the ancestral teachings say that our ancestors hid special power in their blood and passed it down from generation to generation. Once we realize this power..."
"What will happen?"
"I don't know, that's what our ancestors said."
"No way." Lin Xi almost vomited blood: "Dad, 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's good to be able to relay the ancestral teachings. Where can I get more detailed content? Anyway, I'll leave it to you to understand the details." Qian Xinyuan's voice sounded like he was relieved.
That's all he can do.
Ever since he felt uneasy, he had a strong intuition.
I must pass on this ancestral precept.
This may be very important to Lin Xi.
Lin Xi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Our ancestors were a little too fooled."
"There is nothing we can do about this." Qian Xinyuan's voice became increasingly ethereal: "Son, come on, you must hold on..."
Thousands of miles away.
Qian Xinyuan's face was pale.
Qingxia performed a secret technique on the side, and the light enveloped the two of them, condensing the sound into a thread and releasing it in the direction of the blood connection.
The two of them were still thousands of miles away and had no time to arrive.
That's why Qingxia used some special method to allow Qian Xinyuan and Lin Xi to have a brief mental connection.
However, this secret method consumes a lot of money.
He couldn't hold on for long at all.
"Madam, it's ready." Qian Xinyuan breathed a sigh of relief.
Qingxia stopped her hand, a look of exhaustion flashed in her eyes.
It was precisely because she did not dare to approach the place where the power of the ancient saint blossomed, and because she wanted to deliver the message quickly, that she cast the secret method that consumed a huge amount of money.
Now, even if she wants to try her best, she is powerless.
"Husband, how are you?" Qingxia asked softly.
"The appearance of the ancient sages is what the Qian family's ancestral precepts say is a great change from ancient times to the present." Qian Xinyuan looked calm and said in a soft voice: "That's why I am so eager to pass on the ancestral precepts. Although the words have arrived, but
Whether it is useful or not is unknown. I hope that mystical ancestor really left something useful behind. Otherwise, I will definitely find his spiritual tablet and smash it when I go back."
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"Dad?"
"Dad?"
Lin Xi called loudly.
But got no response.
He was surrounded by terrifying swords derived from laws, which could not be observed with the naked eye. Only the divine sense could perceive its horror.
It's another round of divine punishment.
"Is this an illusion?" Lin Xi was at a loss. He subconsciously activated his magic weapon and spiritual power to resist this endless punishment.
Fatigue still erodes his nerves and soul.
But now Lin Xi didn't want to sleep.
His mind was filled with what his father told him.
"What is the power hidden in the blood?" Lin Xi thought hard, maybe that power could help him get out of trouble.
But no matter how much I think about it, I still have no clue.
Power does not arise out of thin air.
Since it is hidden in the bloodline, it will definitely not be revealed so easily.
The most important thing is that Lin Xi doesn't even know what it is.
If you are looking for a needle in a haystack, you still know that the target is a needle.
What is your situation now?
What can you catch if you fish aimlessly?
"This ancestral teaching is really deceptive." Lin Xi was anxious in his heart. Looking at the gradual collapse of the mortal world below, he became even more depressed.
Even if there is some power hidden in the blood, what use would it be?
Can anything be changed?
Can it solve the current crisis in the mortal world?
Lin Xi felt depressed again.
Maybe I really did something wrong. Everything was fine in the mortal world, but I had to start the plan to complete the avenue, so this happened.
"Buzz~"
More than a dozen magic weapons around him made mournful sounds.
It seems that it has finally reached its limit.
Lin Xi had never thought that the divine punishment he would face after ascending would be so terrible. The most important thing was that he himself was not in peak condition and was already seriously injured.
"It seems that I really can't hold on any longer." Lin Xi felt miserable in her heart.
sorry.
Dad, Mom.
Lord Sect Master, Senior Sister Ziyue.
Shi Zhong, Jiang Xiaoxi, Xiao Bailong...
I really can't hold it any longer.
After almost completely overstretching herself, Lin Xi's hand finally slowly dropped down, and the magic weapons fell into the clouds one by one. Only seven of the natal magic weapons were integrated into Zifu.
There is a coexistence and death relationship between man and his natal magic weapon.
He seemed to be about to disappear from heaven and earth.
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 long been drained, they still had the will to refuse to admit defeat.
"It is indeed a magic weapon forged by a demon cultivator." Lin Xi thought silently in her heart, suddenly she was shocked and her pupils shrank.
He recalled the scene he experienced when he went to the 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 demonic cultivators that reflects the past and present, recreating part of the light and shadow of the past.
"Eight supreme magic weapons are now forged with flesh and blood and passed down to generations. They can slay immortals and gods. Only the ancient human race can use them."
"The descendants of our clan must continue our bloodline!"
Lin Xi's heart was filled with turmoil.
Eight supreme magic weapons made of flesh and blood.
Only the ancient human race can serve as envoys.
Continuing the bloodline...
His whole body trembled slightly like an electric shock, and he seemed to have figured out something: "The ancient human race, isn't that the ancient human race? The eighth magic weapon, the eighth magic weapon..."
Lin Xi didn't know where the strength burst out from, and she sat up with difficulty.
The seven natal magic weapons then flew out and floated in front of Lin Xi one by one. They were as black as ink and lifelike, as if the seven monsters were about to come alive at any time.
Night Rakshasa, Music God, Golden-winged Peng, Jialong, Suspicious Man, Python God, Asura.
They are all forged with painstaking efforts by ancient demon cultivators.
"Only the ancient human race can control it. No, that's not right. The Immortal Tianhua once controlled the power of the Asura Statue, and it was also very powerful." Lin Xi grasped the key.
Because Tianhua Shangxian is definitely not an ancient human race.
Lin Xi once vaguely saw the appearance of the eighth magic weapon in the restricted area.
There are no scales on the body, no strange horns on the forehead, no extra eyes and limbs, no transcendent light and shadow, just mediocre, ordinary, nothing unusual.
Just like normal people.
Now he finally understands.
The eighth magic weapon is the ancient statue.
Only by controlling the eighth magic weapon can the true power of the other seven magic weapons be unleashed.
The ancient demon cultivator should understand it this way.
Forged in flesh and blood...
So cruel.
Not only did he kill those terrifying beasts from ancient times and refine them into magic weapons, he even smelted his own flesh and blood into them and refined them into magic weapons.
There is no doubt that among the other seven magic weapons, the flesh and blood of ancient people must have been sacrificed to refine them, thus creating a set of eight magic weapons.
"Where is the eighth magic weapon?" Lin Xi murmured to herself, but her eyes became brighter and brighter.
If all eight magic weapons are obtained by outsiders.
Doesn't that mean anyone can control the most powerful magic weapon?
It shouldn't be difficult to control the seven magic weapons with the ancient statues.
If so, what's the point?
"The special power is hidden in the blood and passed down from generation to generation. Once this power is realized..." Lin Xi recalled the ancestral teachings.
He seemed to understand.
Now I understand what kind of power the ancestral teachings are talking about.
Lin Xi did not hesitate to use her finger as a blade and stabbed into her chest.
Only dark red plasma slowly flowed out of the hideous wound. He seemed so weak that he didn't even have much blood left.
This pain was nothing to Lin Xi.
Lin Xi controlled the blood with her remaining spiritual power, and slowly formed a palm-sized figure in front of her. The appearance was the same as Lin Xi's, but the dark red blood looked shocking.
He felt that his energy and energy were drained out in an instant.
Weakness flooded the whole body again.
The seven natal magic weapons suddenly trembled with fear at this moment, released their original power, and began to flow around the blood-red figure.
The blood-red figure suddenly opened its eyes.
Indifferent and cold.
As if given life.
Lin Xi finally understood.
Why outsiders can only see darkness when they deduce the secrets of heaven and earth, it is not because of the magic weapon that protects the body, but because of the incredible things left by the ancestors in the bloodline.
"It turns out that the eighth magic weapon has always been with me." Lin Xi smiled, and his deep smile turned into a weird, nervous smile.
Huge excitement.
Lin Xi felt that she might really be a little crazy.