The subject travels through the mezzanine of space, being eroded by the power of space, and his talent "Time Traveler" continues to increase...
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Yan Xing was captured by the mysterious man, shattered the void, and galloped through a strange and bizarre space. After a few breaths, he felt his body sink and his feet touched the ground.
It's a pity that it would be nice if he could stay in this space mezzanine for a while. The continuous improvement of his talent makes Yan Xing a little unfinished.
"Senior, wait!"
The title of the man naturally changed from "eldest brother" to "senior". Yan Xing was very sensible and knew that an existence that could easily break the void must be a great and strong man.
Seeing that the man was just staring into his eyes without making any unnecessary movements, Yan Xing decided in his heart, shook his shoulders slightly, and pulled away the strong hand like a loach.
Looking around, he found that he was already in a dense forest full of green and vitality. The void was no longer filled with the terrifying scarlet mist, and the eyes were no longer full of death and desolation. Even the air was filled with the sweet smell of vegetation.
Have you finally escaped from that hellish place?
Yan Xing felt relieved. He raised his hand and pulled off the broad leaves beside him, wrapped his lower body haphazardly, and then sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes calm, waiting for the mysterious man's disposal.
escape?
It's impossible, the two of them are not in the same dimension at all.
Moreover, Yan Xing did not feel that the other party was malicious. If the man deliberately concealed this, he would have no choice but to accept his fate.
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
boom! !
Yan Xing's body instantly stiffened, his pupils diverged, and his hairs stood on end. The man in front of him seemed to have turned into a bottomless abyss, trying to swallow him whole.
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The subject is shrouded in the power of gods and demons, producing unknown mutations, giving birth to new talents, and greatly improving resistance to negative states such as pressure, breath, spirit, illusions, and evil spirits.
Dao heart and will are as solid as a rock.
Please name the subject.
Talent: Unyielding Will!
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"Eh? Yes, yes, you are indeed extraordinary. You have black hair and eyes, just like that person..."
After seeing Yan Xing for just a moment, his dull eyes regained their divine light, and his consciousness became clear. There was a hint of surprise on the man's face, and then he calmed down.
Although he only had a trace of the aura of gods and demons escaping, Yan Xing was still a child who had not yet entered cultivation. Being able to resist his intimidation was undoubtedly due to his bloodline.
"Senior, I wonder why you captured me?"
Yan Xing sighed in his heart and wanted to shout loudly, please continue to abuse me! I would rather die than surrender! But he couldn't be too presumptuous before he found out the details of the weirdo in front of him.
"I have no ill intentions towards you, I just saw a familiar shadow in you and was able to be temporarily freed from the madness."
"I forgot who I was, there were only some broken memories in my mind, I..."
The man frowned, as if he was trying to remember. A red mist gradually appeared around him, and his breath was cold and terrifying. When his confused eyes looked at Yan Xing, he instantly regained his composure.
"You can call me Wu Ming for now."
Wuming shook his head, no longer thinking in vain, and sat face to face with Yan Xing on the ground.
"Child, who are your parents?"
"I don't know. I grew up in a slave camp in the city without parents."
Yan Xing shook his head silently. He was an orphan in his previous life, and he is also an orphan in this life. He no longer cares about it.
"Well, it's a pity. A bloodline that can give birth to black hair and black eyes must be pretty good."
Yan Xing frowned. In his previous life, Blue Star had more than a billion people in his tribe. They all had black hair and black eyes. They could be seen everywhere. Why are they so rare in this world? And it seems to have a special meaning.
Uncle Lan was like this, and now even this frighteningly strong man was like this. Yan Xing couldn't help his curiosity and asked:
"Senior Wuming, is there anything special about my black hair and eyes? That makes you care so much."
"Hahaha, you just appeared out of thin air in the mist. The mist outside the entrance to the ruins has mixed levels and terrifying power. Although you are a mortal, you have not been corroded in the slightest."
"It's your blood that saved your life!"
Wuming responded with a smile. He had returned to a conscious state due to the punishment of hell, so the memory of black hair and black eyes was the most revived.
"Based on my inference, since the purity of your bloodline has given birth to black hair and black eyes, you can at least ignore the erosion of the fog below the indigo level."
"Tsk, it is as great a bloodline as the legend, and this is just an insignificant point."
I see!
Yan Xing's heart moved when he heard this, and he finally confirmed his guess. He was able to ignore the erosion of the white mist, and it turned out to be the reason for his bloodline.
Yan Xing remained silent, as if washing his ears. He needed to know more information.
It just so happened that this god and demon Wuming had a strong desire to talk, and it seemed that he was trying to consolidate his few memories in order to stay awake and continue talking to himself.
"Endless years ago, it can be traced back to the origin of civilization. At that time, all living beings in the world were ignorant of spiritual practice, weak and tortured by the fog, until the first ruins were born."
"The knowledge in the ruins is obscure and difficult to understand. Only a person with black hair and black eyes can read it thoroughly and understand it."
The nameless memory fragments were very incoherent, with one sentence here and another here and there. Yan Xing did not dare to interrupt and listened carefully.
"Black hair and eyes are the physical characteristics of human blood that only appear when the purity reaches more than 50%."
"We all living beings, although we consider ourselves human, still have human form, but it's a pity! The human blood in our body is extremely thin. For example, my body is 40% blood of the Ancestral Dragon of the Void, 30% blood of Abi Ghost Phoenix, and 20% of the Howling Moon Sirius. Blood, and a few others.”
"These garbage have taken over my bloodline, and the noble blood of the human race is almost gone. Otherwise, otherwise..."
Speaking of this, Wuming had a sad look on his face and stared at Yan Xing with a look of envy.
"Kid, you are so lucky."
"You have black hair and black eyes. You have these two characteristics at the same time. The human blood in your body accounts for at least 50%. This is a rare return to the ancestors of several eras and hundreds of millions of years."
Fifty percent?
No, I am a perfect pureblood!
Yan Xing was confused after hearing this, and secretly glanced at the text on the self-examination panel. Yes, the race column was indeed "Human Race (Perfect Pure Blood)."
Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, Yan Xing felt a dreamy feeling in his heart. He even thought that this weirdo was teasing him, but when he thought that he could indeed ignore the erosion of all fog, it seemed like that.
The Ancestral Dragon of the Void, the Ghost Phoenix of Abi, and the Heavenly Wolf of Roaring Moon, these all sounded like high-ranking bloodlines, but in Wuming's eyes they were like rubbish, not even worthy of carrying the blood of the human race.
Could it be that our human race has unified all the heavens and worlds?
Yan Xing was silent. Sure enough, the contents of the novels he read in his previous life were not true. In the worlds that the protagonists traveled through, the human race was faced with annihilation at every turn, and was the target of oppression and slaughter by various ethnic groups. In the end, it was the protagonist who struggled throughout his life to turn the tide... …
It turns out that the human race has reached the top, and he came to this world to enjoy the success.
"Kid, you are very smart and you know how to hide your bloodline. Unfortunately, your method is too clumsy."
"Taking care of your hair can only hide it from the little guys, but when you meet a strong person, you can see through your true and false nature at a glance."
Before he finished speaking, Wuming raised his hand, and a ray of light cut open Yan Xing's scalp. A metal piece the size of a fingernail was torn off. The metal piece extended thin lines connected to each hair follicle. and brought out.
call--
Wuming let out a breath of fresh air, and Yan Xing's bloody scalp healed instantly, and his silver hair fell down. After a while, a head of thick black hair grew out.
"A creation of the Mechanical Kingdom?"
With a twist of the nameless finger, the metal piece suddenly turned into nothingness. Seeing things and thinking about people seemed to awaken many memories.
"Mechanical Kingdom?"
Yan Xing's expression changed. He had always felt that Uncle Lan's origin was not simple. Now it seems that he was right. Moreover, the word "machine" seemed a little out of place in this world.
"Well, they are a group of guys who like to tinker with alchemy and puppets. However, the toys they make are quite powerful, so I won't mention them."
Wuming didn't want to waste time on such trivial matters, so he took a deep look at Yan Xing, then inserted his fingers into his chest and took out two drops of blood, one red and one blue.
"Little guy, let me help you. I dare not say that it will be done once and for all, but if you are not as strong as me, you will definitely not be able to see through the blood in your body."
After saying that, he raised his hand and shot two drops of blood into the pupils of Yan Xing's eyes.
hiss!
His eyes suddenly felt a burning sensation, which faded away in an instant. When Yan Xing opened his eyes, the dark eyeballs had turned into amber, and there was a faint flash of red and blue light deep in the pupils.
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The right eye was infected by the essence of the Ancestral Dragon of the Void. The talent "Microscopic Vision" was enhanced, the talent "Time Traveler" was enhanced, and the ability to see through illusions was added.
The left eye was infected by the essence of Abi Ghost Phoenix, and a dimensional space was born deep in the pupil. It has the power of hell and can absorb people, store objects, and control the fire of hell.
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Even Wuming didn't expect that his behavior of just trying to cover up the aura of Yan Xing's bloodline would actually evolve many magical powers under the intense reaction of unlimited adaptation.
"Okay, as long as you don't show off your bloodline everywhere in the future, under normal circumstances, no one will be able to discover your secret."
Wuming breathed a sigh of relief. He did not tell Yan Xing that in fact, the founder of their lineage, the Patriarch, was also a human with black hair and eyes.
"Thank you, Senior Wuming!"
Yan Xing stood up and saluted. Although he didn't know why Wuming took such good care of him, he had already remembered this kindness.
"No need to say thank you yet, I will still need your help in the future!"
"Um?"
"If you have a chance, you must learn the origin of the divine text, come to the ruins, and rescue me... out of trouble..."
Before he finished speaking, Wuming's eyes suddenly turned extremely red, he stood up suddenly, stepped into the void, and roared towards the sky.
Ho ho ho!
"who I am!?"
Click!
The void collapsed, dark cracks stretched, and the crisp sound of gold and iron clashing came from it.
Ding Ling clang! Crash--
The blood-stained chains, with the sharp hooks at the top flashing cold light, shot out from the cracks one by one, instantly piercing through the nameless limbs, head, and internal organs at an unobservable speed.
boom! !
The chains bound the nameless gods and demons, crushing the void with an unstoppable force, spanning endless distances, and retracted into the depths of the ruins. Faintly, roars could still be heard.
Ho ho ho——
"This this……"
Yan Xing's eyes widened and he was stunned. This scene happened so suddenly that he was immediately confused.
"Relics? Divine writings of origin? Senior Wuming, you should explain it clearly!"
"well!"
Yan Xing felt a little tired. From the time he traveled through and the time he was trapped in the white mist space, it only lasted two or three days. The information he received was too much, and it was difficult to digest it at one time.
"Senior Wuming, let's meet again if we have the chance. I will try my best to save you. Don't die before that."
Yan Xing shook his head, then stood up, patted his butt, and disappeared directly into the woods.
He's not stupid.
If there is such a big commotion here, it won't take a while before a cultivator will come to check it out.
This is not a foggy area, there are a lot of people here.
