An Qisheng's eyes opened and closed, and he shone with a light that was hard to understand.

His Qi seed is drawn from the biological magnetic field of the human body, combined with the physical essence, soul and spirit, and imprinted with the wisdom light of one's own self.

In a sense, it is already the "intersection of Tao and Dharma" rather than a simple magnetic field.

Qi seed is the way he practices.

Even if he came to this world and wanted to practice martial arts in this world to condense his body flowers, his fundamental path did not shift at all, and he was still the "Tai Chi Qi Seed", "Tai Chi Divine Court", and "Tai Chi Tao".

Therefore, his Dharma possesses the characteristics of Xuanxing, the long-lasting realm, the human world, and the Wanyang realm, but there are unique things in it.

In the human world, he was able to strengthen the body, regenerate the broken limbs, regenerate the blood, interfere with the changes in the celestial phenomena, and understand the essence of the object.

Going further, you can master the recombination and decomposition of matter to a certain extent.

The composition of flesh and blood, the relationship between energy and spirit, and even the extremely subtle operation of cells is extremely clear.

In the eyes of Xuan Ji and others, An Qisheng seemed to be absorbing the blood and soul of the golden-winged roc to practice the "magic skills".

In fact, he did far more than they saw.

Hurry ~

In the cave, the blood moved by An Qisheng rolled down like a river of heaven, dyeing the mountains, rivers, the spiritual springs and rivers red, dyeing the mountains and mountains red, and even the thousands of miles of spiritual fields below it.

The blood volume of a golden-winged roc at the level of all-magic method made Feng Changming, Zheng Longqiu and others slightly change their color, and the blood volume is a manifestation of the volume.

This golden-winged roc is probably stronger than they thought.

But now, no matter how strong it is, it is useless. Such a genius-level golden-winged roc was killed so tragically.

How can we prevent them from tragicting the same situation from being sad?

"He really dares to kill us."

Some people were even more trembling.

The Golden-winged Roc is one of the two royal families of the demon clan. Its power is even more terrifying than the three holy places in Dongzhou. He even dares to kill this Golden-winged Roc, but I am afraid he really dares to kill them!

Suddenly, everyone understood why that person allowed them and others to see this scene.

Kill the chicken to scare the monkey!

The lowest means, but they have to admit that it is too effective...

"No, it's not right!"

At this time, Feng Changming's body suddenly shook: "This, he is not practicing the magic skills, he is, he is..."

Not only Feng Changming, but also many prisoners, including Xuan Ji, all changed their faces at this time, and their hearts were filled with incredible feelings.

Through the cave, they could see that under An Qisheng's palm, the blood was constantly rotating at high speed, and the peeled out moved to the cave to nourish the cave.

As time passed, a stream of blood flowing between his five fingers had a light gold color, and a vast and domineering aura that could be felt even through the cave, rushed towards him!

"That drop of blood is the king's blood of the Golden-winged Great Prong clan?!"

Xuan Ji and others were all shocked. They looked at each other and saw the horror in their eyes.

No matter whether it is a large or small sect, whether it is a casual cultivator, or whether it is a good or a demon, a human or a demon, or a demon, or a practitioner, he will step on the throttling of his bloodline.

The path to transform the divine body.

However, the path to transforming the divine body is quite different from the natural difference between it being a divine body.

If a natural divine body is cultivated by the same sect and condensed the divine body again, not only has its advantages, but its combat power is stronger than that of the same level!

"He pulled out the royal blood of the Golden-winged Great Phang clan? How could this be possible! How could such an evil skill be achieved?"

Feng Changming, Zheng Longqiu and others were all discolored in horror and were almost suffocated by this scene.

From ancient times to the present, not to mention other states, the land of Dongzhou certainly has the magical power to devour other people's souls and bloodlines, and there are still a large number of them.

But they have never heard of anyone who can extract divine blood!

How can such a technique not make them feel shocked and frightened?

"Demonic Art! A world-class demonic Art!"

Xuan Ji didn't know what he thought of, but a strong sense of fear arose in his heart like never before.

With such a method to seize the divine blood of others, even if this person is an ordinary body, he may be able to cultivate into the strongest divine body from ancient times to the present!

If such a technique is spread, all divine bodies will probably become prey!

Buzz ~

Almost at the same time, the Sanxin Blue Spirit Tong cut off Dongtian's perception of the outside world.

It naturally saw what was happening outside, and was also a little surprised at the methods An Qisheng used, and blood was not just blood.

There are too many things in it, which involve not only life, but also some more complex things, such as time!

Russell could not do such a method!

Huh ~

In the courtyard, An Qisheng's five fingers flipped up, and the drop of light golden blood that was as bright as a work of art fell into his palm.

The golden-winged great roc who had spread its wings for thousands of miles was the last one left, just such a drop of light golden blood.

"Brother Yan, you still lost to Pang Wanyang..."

Feeling the breath in the drop of blood, An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

Peng Shiliu is already the last pure bloodline of Yan Kuangtu, and there is only one drop of blood.

In contrast, Pang Wanyang's imperial court still stands in the sky in Zhongzhou.

The gap between the two seems to be getting bigger with the "Ascend to Heaven Gate"...

Kakka ~

As An Qisheng watched, the drop of light golden blood in his palm that was as heavy as a mountain changed again.

Straws of light golden mist came slowly, lingering between their five fingers. Soon, the mist dissipated, and the drop of blood turned into a light golden egg!

However, this egg is not as big as the legendary egg of the Golden-winged Roc tribe. Its size is about the same as a quail egg, and it is not even comparable to eggs.

After the light on it gradually dimmed, there was nothing magical, like a dead egg.

Looking at this light golden egg, An Qisheng said to himself:
Chapter completed!