Author: Zoumaxing Changan
Although the Ji family is no longer active in the public eye, it still has considerable influence.
But even in the Ji family, not everyone can have blood inheritance, which is enough to show how rare blood inheritance is.
"Then do the seven major human families today have blood inheritance?"
Wang Tianhuan thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I don't think so. Because the blood inheritance is actually a kind of inheritance left by the true immortal!"
"The inheritance of true immortals?"
Xu Chunniang was startled, vaguely feeling that she had touched a secret.
"Yes, all monks with blood heritage have true immortals in their ancestors!
The reason why the Ji family has a bloodline inheritance is because the ancestor of the first generation of the Ji family who ascended to immortality paid a huge price and sealed his life-long knowledge in the bloodline to benefit future generations."
It turns out that this is how the so-called blood inheritance comes from!
Xu Chunniang suddenly thought of Little Orange who was still in the Qianluo Realm. Little Orange seemed to have blood inheritance in her body.
However, when she left, Xiao Juzi's cultivation was still very low, and she had not awakened many inheritances.
Could it be that Little Orange’s parents were once true immortals?
Wang Tianhuan didn't know what she was thinking, so he continued.
"I have dealt with several of the seven great families. Anyway, those families that I have dealt with do not have blood inheritance.
Maybe it's because their ancestors who became immortals are unwilling to pay the price, or maybe the seven of them didn't ascend at all back then!"
"No ascension?"
Xu Chunniang subconsciously felt that this was impossible.
Back then, the ancestors of the seven great families ascended in broad daylight under the witness of countless people. How could no one ascend?
Wang Tianyuan saw that she didn't believe it, so he simply said, "You will understand when you reach the Mahayana stage. It is extremely easy to deceive the world."
"The Mahayana stage is still too far away from me, so I'd better take it one step at a time."
After Xu Chunniang roughly cleaned up all the mustard space, she left the small world and returned to the island.
As soon as she returned to the island, three people looked at her. After seeing her appearance clearly, they looked surprised.
"Is the human female cultivator the person they were talking about? She didn't leave the island. Could it be that she has someone to rely on?"
"Nine times out of ten, that's it. No matter what she relies on, she has tens of thousands of spiritual cores, various innate spiritual treasures, and innate treasures. If you kill her, you can get everything!"
After exchanging spiritual thoughts with each other, they rushed towards Xu Chunniang in unison, raising their hands for a killing move.
Naturally, Xu Chunniang would not take the three people in front of her seriously, so she used the Three Talents Formation, and then simultaneously released the Realm of Life and Death and the Realm of Virtual Reality. Within a quarter of an hour, she ended the lives of these three people.
"I have obtained three more mustard seed spaces. The total number of spiritual cores in these three people is seventy or eighty yuan. No wonder you are not in a hurry to leave. Also, after leaving this island, where can you find so many monks of the same level? Kill for you?"
Wang Tianhuan's eyes sparkled with excitement, "With your strength, as long as you don't run into that Taisu monk, you can almost walk sideways here!"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, an invisible wind blew around him.
The wind was very light, just like a normal sea breeze, but Xu Chunniang immediately noticed the danger in the wind and retreated with nine carefree steps.
Wang Tianhuan was very surprised by her reaction, and even used his consciousness to scan the gust of wind behind him.
"Why are you running? Why are you even afraid of gusts of wind...hiss!"
He let out a soft cry and looked at the breeze chasing them, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"This wind is definitely not right, it's man-made!"
There are many races that can control wind, but the leader among them is the Wind Clan.
It's a pity that the Wind Clan has declined now. I don't know who secretly controls the wind.
Xu Chunniang didn't say anything. She was driving with all her strength, but her speed was barely faster than the wind.
Although she didn't know what was strange about the wind, her intuition gave her a feeling of extreme danger.
Once caught in this wind, it may be very troublesome to escape.
Of course, if she is willing to leave the island, she can escape the current crisis, but she will not choose to do so unless it is absolutely necessary.
Wang Tianhuan observed for a while, and the more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong. None of the races he knew that could control the wind could control the wind to such a superb level.
If Xu Yatou hadn't been able to escape quickly, she would have been overtaken by the wind.
Could it be... that they are from the Wind Clan?
Wang Tianhuan thought it was impossible. The Wind Clan had been lonely for countless thousands of years. They had met a Wind Clan member before when they were at the Creation Mountain.
The other party doesn't look very powerful.
Unless, he used the forbidden method and used the soul-splitting breath to divide the soul into countless parts...
However, the Thousand-Turn Soul-Fixing Flower that works with the Soul-Splitting Breath has long been extinct in the spiritual world. Without the Thousand-Turn Soul-Fixing Flower, using the Soul-Splitting Breath to split the soul is tantamount to courting death.
Could it be that... he has the Thousand Turns of Soul-Consolidating Flower in his hand?
No, if the Feng tribe had this thing, why would they wait until now to use it? In all likelihood, he survived the pain of having his soul torn apart!
Wang Tianhuan was in a complicated mood. Using Soul Splitting Breath to split the soul, even for the Feng Tribe, the success rate was only one in 10,000.
That Feng tribe member named Feng Ling is so lucky?
However, although he is still alive now, he is not far from death.
All the people of the Wind Tribe who have used Soul-Splitting Breath can only live an extra thousand years, even if they have the Thousand-Revolution Soul-Consolidating Flower to protect their souls.
Unless one can break through the Mahayana period and ascend smoothly in this thousand years, the ending of madness and death will not be changed.
Because although the Breath of Splitting Wind is powerful, it has extremely serious side effects. It tears the soul of the monk into countless parts, and it is easy to fall into madness and chaos.
If it were not for the Thousand Turns Soul-Reinforcing Flower, it could take anywhere from a few years to decades. This Feng Ling would definitely become a lunatic and play to death on his own!
Just like countless thousands of years ago, due to the terrifying side effects of Soul Splitting Breath, the strong men of the Wind Clan died one after another, and the entire Wind Clan became weaker and weaker.
In the end, the Wind Clan had to stop using Soul Splitting Breath and find a solution or other more suitable methods of practice.
It's just that after so many years, they don't seem to have solved the problem.
"The gust of wind chasing you behind is a member of the Feng tribe, named Feng Ling. You have met him before at Creation Mountain."
Xu Chunniang was slightly startled, recalling the scene when she saw Feng Ling in her mind.
At that time, he said that the Wind Clan was in decline and wanted to find her as a teammate, but she rejected him.
"It's him! But if he has such strength, why is he still looking for teammates?
Could it be that he was just pretending at that time?"
Chapter completed!