Legend of Swordsman Chapter 721: Pure soul breath

At the same time that the outside world is turned upside down due to the so-called 'fall' of Jian Wushuang, the inner layer of life and death is eternal.

There are ten tribes in the demon **** tribe. Every tribe lives with tens of thousands of people. The ten tribes coexist friendly and there is almost no fighting.

The eighth tribe, on a stretch of endless mountains, has a lot of houses piled up completely in stone, and countless numbers.

The gates of the tribe are made of rocks.

Gu Yang, carrying a big bow, walked into the eighth tribe with his sword Wushuang.

"Brother Guyang, is the hunt back?"

"Gu Yan, who is the man you carry?"

Those of your tribe, you are all very enthusiastic.

"Father, who are you carrying?" A burly young man came to Gu Yang.

"This tribe is badly injured. Go and invite the mother-in-law." Gu Yang said.

"Okay." The young man nodded, and immediately went to invite the mother-in-law.

Gu Yang brought Jian Wushuang to a stone house, and placed Jian Wushuang on a stone bed. Before long, the young man came in with an old woman with a vicissitude on his face and holding a leading cane.

"Mr. Ying," Gu Yang humbly shouted.

"Yes." Yingying mother-in-law answered, and walked to the bed, and looked at the sword on the bed with a little muddy eyes.

At this moment, sword unparalleled, consciousness has fallen into a coma.

"This doll ..." Shadow Mother-in-law stared at Jian Wushuang, but the slightly narrowed pupil opened suddenly, and there was a flash of light in the depth of the pupil.

"Mother-in-law, what's wrong?" Gu Yang asked in confusion.

"This baby has such a pure soul breath," said Granny Ying.

"Soul breath is very pure?" Gu Yang looked at it, and looked at Jian Wushuang in amazement.

"Soul breath is the essence of my tribe. The more pure the soul breath, the higher the concentration of his blood, and the concentration of such pure soul breath is definitely comparable to those of my tenth generation. May be even higher. "The mother-in-law sighed with surprise.

"What? The tenth generation?" Gu Yang was startled.

Their ethnic group is an ancient god!

As for the demon family, they are the names of the strongmen of all ancestors in the sky dome.

Their ancestors were ancient gods who could break the world.

They all have the blood of ancient gods, but when their ancestors lost their traces, their peoples have passed down from generation to generation. The blood of ancient gods has become increasingly thin. By now, it has been passed down for hundreds of generations, and the number of clan people has reached millions, but the pure ancient blood of God is becoming less and less.

As in their ancient gods, once they are baptized, ninety-nine percent can only become ancient bronze armor gods, and there are still some, even after baptism, they can't awaken their blood and become ancient gods.

There are very few, and after baptism, you can awaken the blood of the ancient armor of silver armor.

As for the ancient armor of Jinjia, it is even more rare. There are only ten or twenty ancient gods of Jinjia in a tribe with 100,000 people.

This is because the blood of ancient gods is getting thinner and thinner.

As the mother-in-law said, the tenth-generation tribe has very high blood of the ancient gods. There are not many ancient gods of the tribe who still live in the eternal world of life and death. They are the tenth generation. Within.

"With such a pure soul breath and such a strong bloodline, if this doll is to be baptized and becomes the ancient **** of silver armor, it will be no problem. Even if it becomes the ancient **** of gold armor, it is very possible." Said.

"Golden armor ancient god?" Gu Yan moved inside.

They have more than ten ancient armors in their entire tribe, each of which is extremely old and highly respected.

The birth of each Jinjia ancient **** is a great event for the entire ancient **** family.

"Where did you come across this baby, and from which tribe did he come from?" asked Granny Ying.

"I do n’t know which tribe he came from. I only know that he ’s called Jian Wushuang. I hunted outside before and happened to run into him, and he was chased down by someone outside the world. Then I shot him and rescued him. Bring him back. "Gu Yang said.

"Jian Wushuang?" Shadow Mother-in-law frowned. "My ancient gods mostly have ancient surnames. Although there are other surnames, they are rare, and I have never heard of any of these surnames. By last name? "

"However, no matter what tribe he comes from, since he has such a pure soul breath, it must be my ancient **** family, and this is not wrong."

"Gu Yang, go out first, and give this doll to me," said Granny Ying.

"Yes." Gu Yang nodded, and after looking at Jian Wushuang again, he left directly.

In the stone house, only Jian Wushuang and this shadow mother-in-law are left.

Mother Ying sat down beside the stone bed and stretched out her arm. The raised part of her arm slowly squirmed. Just for a moment, a dense and numerous tentacles crawled from her mother's arm. come out.

"Dove, heal this baby, and give him a drop of blood you saved," said Granny Ying.

Hearing this, the maggot bug on his arm looked up and looked at Mother-in-law obviously in amazement.

Its essence and blood has great effects. It can accumulate a drop every ten thousand years on average. It is extremely precious. Generally, it will not be given to people, but now the mother-in-law has ordered it to give sword a matchless sword.

Although surprised, this worm did not violate Shadow Mother-in-law's words, it soon penetrated into Jian Wushuang's arm, and also spit out a drop of blood.

As soon as this drop of blood appeared in Jian Wushuang's body, Jian Wushuang's body involuntarily began to absorb this drop of blood.

With the absorption, the injuries in his body began to recover at an alarming rate. Even the arm that was cut off by the black robe old man before Jian Wushuang began to repair directly at this moment.

This drop of essence blood obviously has the effect of bringing death back to life.

Not only that, but after completely absorbing this drop of blood, Jian Wushuang's vitality will also skyrocket.

If the life expectancy of Ling Xiaojing is 10,000 years, then the sword is unparalleled at this moment, at least it can live for more than 50,000 years.

Just a moment, Jian Wushuang's broken arm has been completely recovered, and his injuries are also good. But the exhausted spiritual power, this essence and blood, cannot be completely restored.

On the stone bed, Jian Wushuang's consciousness woke up slowly, his eyes slowly opened.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Jian Wushuang saw the mother-in-law next to the bed.

"Wawa, are you awake?"

Grandma Ying is looking at him gently.

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