In the midst of debauchery, blood was scattered all over the sky, and the misty sky was tacitly reflected. The thick red clouds gradually spread out, echoing the rushing river below. As a drop of heavy blood dripped down, it suddenly shocked the sky.

Ning Qing's breach of brutal breakthrough touched the celestial phenomena in the vast snowy realm. Tiger roared one after another. The tiger tribes across the radius looked up at the sky in fear. Their eyes were suddenly thrust into blood. The red clouds were scattered with brilliant power, making them crawl down and tremble. The entire range covered by the red clouds were immersed in a sense of horror.

"Starting the changes in the sky, this huge momentum is comparable to the breakthrough of the Demon Emperor." On the side, Ye Zhiqiu was also under the pressure of a surging force. The snow layer under his feet was dissolving. The height of the entire snow-capped mountain was slowly reduced under the strange clouds. The Galaxy Emperor's Map behind him had already lit up. Ye Zhiqiu did not step back, murmured like murmuring, and his eyes followed Ning Qingkuang, as if he was protecting.

Su Xian was not feeling well, and he had no energy to communicate with Ye Zhiqiu.

When the sky power came, his third demon palace suddenly flew out, and Blood Kunpeng controlled the huge blood palace inside it, blocking the temptation from above the sky with a top bloodline. However, at this moment, the blood in Su Xian's body seemed to resonate with the blood river in front of Ning Qingkuan, and it was faintly boiling. There was a kind of strange force that was about to burst out constantly, causing Su Xian's internal organs to be chaotic. Now he was trying his best to suppress this abnormal movement, making his face flushed and his breathing rapid.

In the sky and the earth, it seemed that many eyes were silently staring at Ning Qingkuang.

Now, he is the only focus in this bright red area.

On the blood river, the seven-pointed stone bottle was hanging in the air, and the viscous essence and blood belonging to the blood Kunpeng at the mouth of the bottle was still dripping. Drops of blood beads were connected into silk threads, and in a moment they were all injected into the river of blood that belonged to Ning Qingkuang.

Hesitate!

Like the sound of a frying pan, various strange noises echoed in Su Xian and his ears like crackling.

As soon as the bloodline reaches the river, it is like a monarch coming, and everyone in the world and deserts bows down and submits to the blood of the emperor demons. Several phantoms appear again, but like stars surround the moon, forming a scene of worship, worshipping them as the main one, and integrating devoutly, and being together to break through the shackles of the bloodline and other levels.

This level of breakthrough has already come out of Ning Qingkuang's control. His palms were sweating and his eyebrows were tightened. The blood river lowered his humble and tiny figure seemed like a small boat on the river. He was beaten by the wind and waves and moved forward alone. At this moment, he could do nothing, so he could only guard the river of blood, stabilize his mentality, and wait for them to blend independently.

Rather than saying that this step is a breakthrough, it is better to say that it is waiting for a certain kind of recognition.

Or, waiting for a key.

Wait for a key to open the gate of the Ancestral Realm.

Su Xian and Ye Zhiqiu did not know that this matter had been out of Ning Qingkuang's control. They just looked at the scene in front of them with equal solemn appearance.

Hurry!

Time passed little by little, and some kind of change seemed to be happening inside the blood-colored river. This was nothing more than a process of essence and blood devouring essence and blood, and essence and blood fusing essence and blood. However, the wait for the parties involved was as long as a century. The strange sounds were like ancient heartbeats, powerful and distant.

hiss!

Suddenly, blood mist evaporated, and the entire river completed a qualitative change at a certain moment, and the color suddenly became darker.

"Why!"

But at this moment, the three people present didn't know whether they could hear it clearly. A misty but regretful sigh came from the sky. The sigh was like an iron order. After it rang, the red clouds above the snow began to slowly dissipate, turning into wisps of light smoke, and returning with the wind.

In the pool, Ning Qingkuai sensed something as if he was keen. He suddenly opened his eyes like thunder, his gray robe shook, his eyes full of anxiousness, and shouted: "Not enough! A hundred drops of essence and blood are not enough to knock on the door of the ancestral realm!"

Hearing the sound, Su Xian and Ye Zhiqiu looked at each other. At this time, there was no time to communicate. The red clouds were flying away. The scene in front of him felt like rivers were falling. All the general trend was rolling away. The three of them were working together and then declining. The truth of three was exhausted. I missed this opportunity. Who knows if there was a next time?

Even if you have the qualification to have a glimpse of the ancestral realm next time, it is difficult to guarantee whether you will leave any disadvantages of not having a decisive breakthrough before.

At this time, the two of them had their own understanding of the meaning in each other's eyes. Su Xian turned, his eyes moved without any delay. The blood Kunpeng spread his wings and flew out, and the sound of cries roared in the sky. As the blood mist surged, drops of essence and blood began to fall desperately, like the rain curtain in the world, trying their best to keep the red clouds that were about to fade away.

All three people present felt it.

This red clouds filled the sky with rays of light seemed to be a special domain.

Without this domain, breakthroughs cannot continue.

However, all this is useless work. The strange Hongyun did not express the essence and blood of Blood Kunpeng. It seemed that it had been tested before and was numb. No matter how much it was injected, it could not change a certain fact, that is, it could not help the concentration of Ning Qingkuang's blood river to make another qualitative leap.

In an instant, the red cloud disappeared and completely hidden invisible.

The original image of a mighty breakthrough came to an end after the red cloud disappeared. The starting point was too high, which led to the unsatisfactory ending. The whole audience fell into a decadent silence, breathing could be heard, but the three of them looked bad, especially Ning Qingkuang. He has always been sparse and boundless, and he tasted the unrecognized taste for the first time in many years. This feeling was very mesmerizing.

"Not enough, not enough. We thought it too simple." After the momentum was closed, everything returned to peace, and the snow fell in a hurry. Ning Qingkuang's eyes were full of dimness and his expression was a little dull. Then he shook his head frustratedly, "I used five kinds of imperial demon blood to accumulate the concentration of the river of blood to 80%. Not to mention that the blood of the emperor demon is mixed. After all, the races that were respected as imperial demons were those who shone brightly under the starry sky 100,000 years later, although there were many elites in each race, most of the imperial demons still disappeared."

Su Xian understands Ning frivolous meaning.

This is the same as Qingyu said before, “Only the old turtle from 100,000 years ago is qualified to be a Xuantian Immortal Turtle.”

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, the one who won the imperial demon list for a certain race might be an imperial demon in the race. Rather than saying that this extraordinary honor was given to a certain race by this world, it is better to say that it is an recognition of the imperial demon fighting for the race.

"When I condensed, I could feel it. Only the dragon on the snake neck and Jun Mowen's Xiaomiyin Buddha's hands truly reached 80% of the bloodline concentration, while the other three were only 70% of the peak. However, in this way, I could still break through to the eighth level of Martial King, because the dragon on the snake neck was also the best among the 80% of the bloodline concentration, and I guess it felt like 86%."

"But, the span from 80% to 90% is too far. I felt the bloodline concentration of Blood Kunpeng. It is very strong, about 93%. But the essence and blood of Blood Kunpeng alone is not enough. Its essence and blood have given me a large part of the concentration. Perhaps after it is integrated into my bloodline, there will be only 88% and 89% left. It is enough to help me stack to the peak of 80%, but not enough to help me complete the last step of the leap."

"The threshold of 90% is like a natural barrier. Moreover, I felt a certain will. I only have that opportunity, and all martial arts or demon cultivators only have that opportunity. If I miss it, there will be no more. There will be no more."

Ning Qingkuang finished this passage in pain, then covered his face and closed his eyes, lowered his head, and looked very helpless.

This time, after all, Ning Qingkuang was reckless.

However, since ancient times, there have been only a handful of people who have broken through to the ninth level of King Wu, and there is no mention of who has left behind any experience for future generations to practice. Even Ning Qingkuang, who is expected to reach the ancestral realm, has never been heard of by Ning Qingkuang from the Tianji Academy. He has only seen this one yet. How could he think of finding another one to prevent the storm and chaos?

Looking for, where to look for it?

That's the ancestral demon!

Find it?

Ye Zhiqiu looked ugly. He was different from Ning Qingkuan's disheartenedness. He was anxious at this moment. It would be fine to joke about him, but for Ning Qingkuan, both the Holy Son of Tianji Academy, have known each other for nearly ten years, and the true friendship between the two was definitely in a situation where they could entrust their lives to each other.

Now, a generation of geniuses completely missed the opportunity to see the ancestral realm. This is not only Ning Qingkuang's loss, but also means that the Tianji Academy has lost another strong bargaining chip for the future dangerous situation.

If you accidentally fall to the top of the clouds.

Various emotions such as sympathy and pity in Su Xian's eyes were intertwined, and there were mixed emotions.

He has always praised Ning Qingkuang, but now Ning Qingkuang has encountered the fatal setbacks and blows in his life before him. It is not that he is so sad that he can't recover, but his entire journey of life seems to have come to an end.

The peak of Emperor Wu.

Can't be higher.

A life that has been confirmed and even the end is known, how should Ning Qingkang feel?

Will there be the passion and infinite longing that we had before?

In the spiritual sea, Su Xian found the imitation of the demon-record martial arts chapter that Qingyu had instilled in him. From the front to the back, there was no record of the ninth level of King Wu in the dense golden small characters. It was clearly a detailed martial art, but the emperor Gu Wufeng did not leave any record in it and did not explain the right path to the ninth level of King Wu. This made Su Xian puzzled.

"Do you want to help him?" Qingyu saw Su Xian's behavior in his eyes and asked with a smile.

Su Xian sighed and replied, "The opportunity is gone, I still look down on the fallen steamer, and I can't even save the surging river. How can I help?"

Faced with Su Xian's feelings, Qingyu casually said: "There is still a turnaround. It just depends on whether you think it is worth helping. In my opinion, the relationship between you two has not reached this point. It is okay with Xiaozi Ye, but with Xiaozi Ning, your relationship is only on the surface and you have no deep friendship at all. Maybe a disagreement is a situation where you face each other, so I didn't say anything just now. In fact, if I just pointed you, the situation may not be like this now."

Upon hearing this, Su Xian was suddenly shocked. Qingyu's words contained too many meanings.

In other words, Qingyu was able to help Ning Qingkuang get the recognition of Hongyun just now, but he didn't help and he didn't say a word.

According to Qingyu's meaning, I feel that Su Xian and Ning Qingkuang's friendship is far from being as helpful as such.

This is a kind of cold-blooded person from a hundred thousand-year-old monster.

After thinking deeply, Su Xian felt his scalp numb.

Because in Su Xian's mind, he had strongly recognized Ning Qingkuang, at least he felt that it was better to have sex between the two than to have evil things. If he could help, he would help him just now, just like Su Xian didn't say a word of nonsense, summoning the bleeding Kunpeng to bleed, leaving no effort.

But Qingyu didn't agree with it. Even though Qingyu thought Ning Qingkuang was a bit like Gu Wufeng before, he just didn't agree with it, so he didn't say a word.

At this time, Su Xian thought of more than a year ago. If Qingyu did not recognize him, what would he end up?

This is a real cold-blooded animal!

I may not be able to feel the words and conversations in my daily life, but after today's incident, I realized how high the threshold it would be to get Qingyu's recognition, which is enough to match the previous Hongyun's attitude.

Seeing Su Xian's pupils shrinking rapidly and his face turned blue and white, Qingyu couldn't help but feel funny and mocked: "What are you thinking? Are you scared? Are you scared? Feeling the terribleness from the three ancient emperors 100,000 years ago? Hahaha! Trembling! Ant!"

Sure enough, after saying a word that was so arrogant that it was boundless, Su Xian's face immediately returned to normal, his eyes were calm, and the emperor was still the same as before. His familiar feeling and familiar taste, his shamelessness, his delicate mind, and his indifference, no matter what point he was, he was far from reaching.

However, what really gained a lot was Ji Fushi and Su Ruxue.

Su Xiancheng doesn’t deceive them!

So that's what the Emperor is like!

"Okay. If you don't help him, there are still many deep meanings. First, help him temper his mind and making progress all the way is not a good thing. It is better to taste the bitterness early than to taste the bitterness later. Only by losing can you know how to be down-to-earth. Be careful to sail for ten thousand years. If you don't have enough preparation, you dare to try the ninth level of King Wu. Who do he think he is? It's better to fall now than to fall in the ancestral realm. Don't be like me, but I've suffered the biggest loss in my life in half a step in the ancestral realm, and it's also the most deadly loss. I didn't have time to regret it at that time, and everything ended immediately. This principle was still something I had wandered around in a place without stability for tens of thousands of years before I realized it."

"Secondly, there is really room for recovery for this matter, so there is no need to worry, everything is not yet final."

"Third, it's the reason I mentioned earlier. The friendship is still shallow, and it remains to be considered whether to help or not."

After feeling a deep and silent contempt from all directions at the bottom of the deep sea, even Qingyu couldn't bear it anymore. He quickly began to explain, laughing dryly before explaining to relieve the awkwardness of the atmosphere.

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Chapter completed!