Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

Blood qi is enlightened by elixirs, forged by profound arts, and nourished by the physical body.

This is the foundation of practice.

Some people's flesh and blood are tangible and spiritless, and there is a magic in space, and they are vulnerable to evil spirits.

However, some people have melted their energy into it, like a brand, which has been renewed after a long time, although only the traces of battle are left.

However, that domineering and resolute will rushed towards his face, fierce and powerful.

Such people are truly terrifying.

The blood of the former is rootless duckweed, while the latter is refined into steel.

At this moment, Wang Xuanzhi's heart was finally shaken.

He knew that the master hidden in the depths was much more terrifying than he imagined.

God and Qi are in harmony, and one thought returns to the truth.

"It seems that I was wrong. That master must have experienced vicissitudes of life and is used to the world, otherwise it would be difficult to achieve such a state." Wang Xuanzhi couldn't help sighing,

This kind of realm is easy to say, but it is the taste of life, smelting in a furnace, sublimation of energy and spirit to the extreme, and only then can it be integrated into one's own blood.

To achieve this step, not only talent, luck, but also experience are needed.

However, he didn't know that Zhou Dao had been a human being for two lifetimes. In this life, he worked with such an unreliable master, and his life was full of ups and downs. He even dug the grave of his ancestor. His experience is naturally unique.

"Sure enough, he is a senior expert, and he is dormant here, why?" Zhang Beixuan thought to himself.

He has indescribable gratitude to that mysterious master, and he dare not forget the great kindness of saving his life.

Now that he heard Wang Xuanzhi's analysis, his admiration was even stronger, and he really wanted to see the peerless demeanor of that senior.

"Maybe it's also because of this big monster." Wang Xuanzhi thought to himself.

He came from the imperial capital and knew many secrets, which naturally he did not tell Zhang Beixuan and others.

The red-eyed boy got the inheritance of Qianyuan Cave, a fellow practitioner of the demon way, and comprehended Yin and Yang.

Li Zangfeng saw the clue back then and suppressed him in Ping'an Town for twenty years.

This is not only the doom of this big monster, but also his opportunity.

"The number of evil spirits is endless, and there are still great fortunes. The more life and death are at stake, the more chance it is for him."

Before coming, someone once said such words to Wang Xuanzhi.

The cause and effect between this monster and Qianyuan Cave is very deep, and the catastrophe is approaching, and Qianyuan Cave may all be born, and the things in it are the ones that really disturb people's hearts and cause Taoism to covet.

These are top secret, both fateful and dangerous, so naturally Wang Xuanzhi will not tell everyone.

"That person rescued him again and again, presumably he had good intentions, so don't look into it, lest you offend him." Wang Xuanzhi said softly.

For such a mysterious master, we can only wait and see what happens, if we do too much, blindly trying to find out the identity of the other party, it is easy to be self-defeating.

"Your order!" The three guards looked at each other and nodded.

They didn't plan to do anything at first, and even the guardian adults couldn't see the clues, and they were jealous, how could they dare to make mistakes?

"Take a break, register the loss, write a report, and report it to Pingjiang City." Wang Xuanzhi gave the order, made arrangements and left.

"Both go back and rest, I'm here."

Wang Hongbo took care of everything, he was the most relaxed about this incident, and it was very uncomfortable to follow Wang Xuanzhi in Pingjiang City.

It's just that Zhang Beixuan and Chen Qinggang suffered so much that they almost lost their lives.

At this time, if he doesn't come out to help, the former will scold all eighteen generations of his ancestors to death in his heart.

"Thank you!" Zhang Beixuan and Chen Qinggang said politely on the surface, and dragged their wounded bodies back to recuperate.

...

Yu Yaosi rebuilt, and everyone had a seven-day holiday.

For a while, Zhou Dao was at ease, he was still thinking about this incident, those monsters who were beheaded.

Although it cannot be compared with monsters like Hui Sandao, Mr. Leng Er and even the leader,

But even though a fly is small, it is still a piece of meat.

For this reason, Zhou Dao specially went back to the Yuyaosi, intentionally or unintentionally mentioning those monster corpses.

His professional behavior immediately caught Wang Hongbo's attention.

It was the first time that this Lord Duwei saw such a good young man who was dedicated to the public and not selfish among the demon masters.

Although he was at the grassroots level, his heart was devoted to the great cause of slaying demons and demons. Such a heart really moved the elderly Wang Hongbo a little.

After all, he was young and passionate, dreaming of walking the world with a sword.

In order not to dampen the enthusiasm of young people, Wang Hongbo tried his best to invite Zhou Dao to stay and participate in the rebuilding of Yuyaosi.

"..."

Zhou Dao declined, because he had a problem with his brain and came to work overtime for free.

Those monster corpses can only think of a solution after the Yu Yaosi reopens the door.

In the early morning, the streets gradually became lively.

Zhou Dao came to the corner of the street.

Lao Wang Baozi Shop is his favorite snack shop.

The steamed stuffed buns here have eighteen pleats of thin skin and big stuffing. When you bite down, the juice can be sprayed out, and the smell of meat spreads between the lips and teeth.

That kind of texture and taste is so wonderful that it goes straight to the sky.

"A drawer of buns!" Zhou Dao greeted him as he sat up.

The old rules, a drawer of buns, a pot of tea.

"Okay, wait a minute!"

A young man flicked a long scarf, opened the lid, took out a drawer of steamed buns, and brought them over, steaming hot and whitish.

"Where's your father? I haven't seen him for a while." Zhou Dao looked up.

This is Lao Wang's son. This bun shop is supported by father and son, but Xiao Wang is just a helper on weekdays.

"I'm sick!" Xiao Wang said in frustration.

"I'm getting old, it won't be long before I get better." Zhou Dao picked up a bun and comforted him casually.

"Oh, I don't know if it will be better. I'm afraid this shop will also be closed." Xiao Wang said dejectedly.

"Huh!?" Zhou Dao was startled when he heard the words, and immediately asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Strange disease!" Xiao Wang looked around and lowered his voice.

As early as half a month ago, something was wrong with Old Wang.

His appetite became particularly good. At first, no one cared, and eating three or five bowls of rice in one meal was nothing.

But gradually, Pharaoh's appetite became bigger and bigger, half a pot of rice, a roast chicken, two catties of beef, and a pot of apricot blossom wine...

This is just the amount of his meal.

"Big stomach king!?" Zhou Dao frowned.

Such a diet is obviously abnormal and harmful to the body. It stands to reason that it should be stopped in time.

After all, the stomach capacity of normal people is limited, and it is impossible to eat beyond the cognitive range, unless it is at the cost of harming the body.

There is even a saying that the total amount of food that everyone eats in a lifetime is constant, and whoever finishes eating first will leave first.

This shows how terrible the harm of overeating is.

Xiao Wang shook his head: "It's fine if that's all."

Pharaoh's appetite became more and more astonishing. He seemed to never have enough to eat. He kept eating, and even started to eat raw meat.

But at this moment, Xiao Wang discovered an even more unbelievable thing.

Old Wang... is getting thinner and thinner! ! !