Traveling through the heavens as a myth

"Give it to those vassal demon races, it's just a gift for them to send me blood." Ning Yang waved his right hand, and sixteen jade slips flew up and fell into Sun Batian's hands.

"it is good!"

Sun Batian gave Ning Yang a deep look, then turned around and left the wooden house.

Ning Yang still sat cross-legged on the futon, and entered into concentration again.

Previously, he was simply refining and analyzing the bloodline, but Ning Yang did not absorb the essence of the resolved things and use them for himself.

Ning Yang discovered a little while refining and expelling the blood of the Yu clan.

The stronger the monster clan, the higher and more complicated the bloodline, but it does not mean that the bloodline of the weaker monster clan is useless.

A strong bloodline does not mean perfection, nor can it cover all the mysteries of the bloodline.

Weak blood vessels also have their merits, which can make up for the shortcomings of strong blood vessels.

And to integrate the results of analyzing the bloodline into his own practice, a little bit of perfection is not complete "The Mythology of the Heavens" is also very helpful to Ning Yang.

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The next day, the patriarchs of the sixteen vassal monster races verified the effects of those techniques, and they were ecstatic, summoned all the tribesmen, and began to practice frantically.

Then a rumor spread:

The Lingming Stone Ape Clan has the means to improve the blood of the weak little monster clan!

As soon as this rumor came out, some demon races laughed, some demon races suspected, some demon races waited and watched, and some demon races felt that it would be nice to give it a try.

Another day, the rumors broke out again, this time there were many more testimonies from the monster race, and the credibility suddenly increased.

More and more weak little demon races come to the territory of the Lingming Stone Ape Race, and there is a tendency for thousands of demons to come!

Chapter 300: The Ruthless Blood Analysis Machine

Lingming stone ape clan territory, outside Ning Yang's wooden house.

At this time, a large group of Wuyangyang monster races gathered outside the wooden house, all of them came with the mentality that they would not die anyway after hearing the rumor.

There is a big wooden chair at the entrance of the wooden house, and Sun Batian is sitting on it.

Therefore, none of the monsters present made a loud noise.

Near the entrance of the wooden house, a lynx demon said to a wild fox demon on the side: "Brother, are you saying that the rumor is true or false? Only a drop of blood can be exchanged for the secret technique of digging blood?"

The wild fox demon's eyes rolled around a few times before he said: "I think it's true. The patriarchs of the Lingming Stone Ape Clan have been dispatched. If this matter is false, the reputation of the Lingming Stone Ape Clan will plummet , I’m afraid there’s no chance to cheer up again."

"It makes sense." The Bobcat demon also forgot to glance at Sun Batian at the entrance of the wooden house, and whispered.

At this moment, an elk demon came out of the wooden house, and saw his face full of red, muttering as he walked, "It's true! It's true!"

The demon races nearby saw this scene, and it spread to ten, ten to a hundred, and it spread to all demon races in an instant.

"it is true!"

"Let me just say, Lingming Stone Ape Clan will not deceive us!"

"This trip is not in vain!"

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Although these monsters kept their voices down as much as possible, the noise caused by tens of thousands of people talking in a low voice was still quite loud.

However, Sun Batian just sat on the wooden chair and watched this scene with a smile. He was not angry, nor did he mean to accuse or stop.

After all, the rumors are too outrageous, and it is normal for them to be suspicious.

These weak monster races basically can only survive by vassalizing the powerful monster race.

But those powerful monster races are not good to them. They basically treat them like slaves and subordinates, whipping and punishing them at every turn, not caring about their emotions or even their lives.

When some powerful monster races are exploring dangerous situations, they will bring some vassal monster races with them, which are used as pathfinder stones, and throw them at will.

The weak little monster race can only bear it silently, because at least this can ensure the continuation of the race.

If they don't bear it, they can only return to the precarious life of the past, and they may be extinct at any time.

Now that a piece of fragrant pie suddenly fell from the sky, they would naturally worry if it was a trap.

However, seeing the expressions of the monster races coming out of the wooden house, they gradually believed in the authenticity of the rumors.

Time passed, and finally, it was the bobcat demon's turn.

Lynx demon shrank his neck and walked into the wooden house lightly. There was no sound under his feet, and he seemed to be ready to run away if something went wrong.

As soon as he entered the door, the lynx demon saw Ning Yang sitting cross-legged on a futon.

I saw that although Ning Yang was just sitting there, it gave people a feeling of being in a deep sense.

That thick breath gave the Lynx demon a strong pressure.

"Huh!"

Ning Yang opened his eyes abruptly, looked at the lynx demon in front of him, and said, "Take a drop of blood and wait for half an hour."

It's all here, how can you give up?

The bobcat gritted his teeth, stretched out his right hand, popped a sharp claw, and stroked his left wrist.

"puff……"

Suddenly, a drop of blood, the size of a baby's fist, crystal clear, like a blood diamond, sprayed from the wound.

With a scratch, a wave, and a flick of the right paw of the Lynx demon, he threw the drop of blood to Ning Yang.

Ning Yang didn't make any movement, just closed his eyes, and saw that after the drop of essence and blood flew over, under the influence of an invisible force, it turned around and then turned between Ning Yang's palms.

Lynx demon's eyes stared at Ning Yang, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, not daring to relax a bit.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Ning Yang opened his eyes, and the blood between his palms had disappeared.

Ning Yang took out a blank jade slip, and a stream of light flew from the center of his eyebrows into the jade slip.

"Om!"

The jade slip buzzed, and a misty white light appeared.

"give."