Chapter 892: Inheriting a Long-Standing Bloodline, Creating an Ancient Race

Ye Feng is not eccentric.

After giving Zhou Teng some advice, he also explained to the remaining disciples and pointed out the flaws.

Alternatively, ask them to seek advice from a designated person.

"Ke Anqing, you don't have any flaws for the time being, but it should be noted that the bloodline of Wucai Feifeng is biased towards the fire element, and it is easy to be restrained by the water element in the five elements. You must learn how to counter it."

Ye Feng reminded.

"Master, how can I counteract the restraint of the water system?" Ke Anqing asked with a curious look on his face.

"The five elements are mutually reinforcing, but this is based on the fact that the strength is similar. If you encounter a water-type powerhouse of the same rank, you can only try not to use the blood of the colorful flying phoenix."

"But if the opponent's realm is lower than yours, then suppress it directly without fear."

"As for the real countermeasure, it is swallowing!"

"You can try to practice devouring magical powers and devour your opponent's power of the water system, and the advantages will naturally come out."

Ye Feng gave his own advice.

"Thank you for your guidance, my disciple understands." Ke Anqing tapped his chin.

Ye Feng did not stop.

He looked at the disciple with the code name "Fourth Generation Four" and found that this person was born with a strong physique and was suitable for taking the path of physical cultivation.

The night passed.

The sun rises, and all things recover.

In front of the main hall.

The crowd listened to Ye Feng's sermon all the time and did not end.

At this time, Ye Feng had already explained to the four hundred and ninety-nine fourth-generation disciples, and Kong Cheng remained.

"Kong Cheng, your four-symptom divine body is incomplete. You should continuously improve the bloodline of the four ancient beasts until it transforms into a divine beast-level bloodline. At that time, your four-symptom divine body can be promoted to a holy body."

"It's just that this road is not easy."

"You, are you ready?"

Ye Feng looked at Kong Cheng, codenamed "Fourth Generation Five Zero One",

asked with a smile on his face.

Hearing this, Kong Cheng looked serious.

"Master, don't worry, the disciple must work hard."

"Okay." Ye Feng nodded.

When the disciples heard that Kong Cheng's Four-Signs Divine Body was expected to be transformed into the Four-Signs Holy Body, they were all envious.

"It's no wonder that Kong Cheng was able to pass the assessment just by relying on his peak Qi-refining cultivation. It turned out to be because of his huge potential."

"Future Holy Communion, envy!"

The other disciples cast envious glances at Kong Cheng.

"Okay, that's it for today's sermon, Wenwen, take your junior brothers and sisters to the residence."

Ye Feng looked around.

At this time, Xia Wenwen was lying on the futon, and had long since fallen asleep, with his mouth open, his laziness was flowing.

Seeing this, Ye Feng smiled.

When the disciples saw Xia Wenwen's sleeping embarrassment, the corners of their mouths twitched, secretly saying that this senior sister is really casual.

Ye Feng leaned into Xia Wenwen's ear and whispered:

"Wenwen, there are chicken legs."

Hearing the sound, Xia Wenwen suddenly opened his eyes.

"Drumsticks?! Where are the drumsticks, I want to eat them!"

She suddenly opened her mouth and bit Ye Feng's wrist, but at the moment when she was about to bite, Xia Wenwen took a step back like a conditioned reflex.

The originally sloppy pupils focused instantly, and found that the thing in front of him was not a chicken leg, but a wrist.

Looked up.

Looking at Ye Feng's handsome face, Xia Wenwen scratched his head and was about to say something, only to realize that his ugliness just now must be clearly seen by the five hundred junior brothers and sisters.

This is simply a social death!

Xia Wenwen had the urge to find a crack in the ground to get in.

"Take them to the residence of the fourth generation of disciples."

Ye Feng warned.

"Yes, the mission must be completed!" Xia Wenwen hurriedly stood up straight and ran to the back mountain of Misty Peak in a dreadful manner, before he had time to greet others to follow.

Zhou Teng and others didn't expect Xia Wenwen to make trouble, and they were all dumbfounded.

"Still keep up?"

Ye Feng squinted at the disciples, they were shocked, and immediately took the identity token and chased after Xia Wenwen.

The second half of Misty Peak.

Xia Wenwen covered his face with his hands, and pointed with his toes to the numerous single-family buildings dotted on the mountain in front of him.

"Well, this is the residence of our fourth generation of disciples. The small courtyard at the beginning is mine. I have nothing to do on weekdays. Don't go to me... Oh, by the way, the cafeteria is downstairs."

Xia Wenwen pointed to the shore of Linghu Lake with his toes, and then ran away in despair.

She felt that she had just become a fourth-generation senior sister, and she had such an embarrassing incident in front of everyone, how could she mess around in the future!

"Senior sister seems to be shy."

"This is the legendary social death!"

The disciples whispered.

...

The top of Misty Peak.

Ye Feng glanced at the four generations of disciples who had settled down, tore through the void, and appeared hundreds of millions of miles away.

Looking down, I saw a huge ruin.

A little half a year ago.

Ye Feng was exiled to the Three Thousand Realms, Yin Rurong broke through to become a saint, robbed the Heavenly Monument, but was suppressed by the True Dragon Ancient Sage.

Afterwards, Yin Rurong held a grudge in her heart.

Knowing that the people of the Misty Sect were protecting the ancient races that were sealed in the underground of Shenzhou, Yin Rurong made a grand gesture and exploded dozens of ancient grand canyons.

The ancient races among them are all dead.

"Ugh!"

Thinking of this, Ye Feng sighed.

Ancient races are still very important.

Some time ago, Ye Feng and the ancient Holy God Overlord both analyzed that these ancient races are likely to be the original ten thousand races of the universe, carrying the three thousand avenues on their bodies.

If all races are destroyed, the Great Dao will be out of balance.

In that case, I am afraid that the entire universe will suffer a disaster, and Shenzhou and Sanqianjie will not be spared.

"Yin Rurong, death is not a pity!"

Ye Feng said coldly.

He crossed his knees over the broken canyon, took out the Orb of Destiny, and searched for survivors of this race.

After a while.

Ye Feng opened his eyes.

Survivors have not been found yet.

However, when he stretched out his hand, strands of golden qi and blood floated up in the canyon below, condensing into a golden light ball the size of a head.

There is a particularly strange atmosphere in it, which makes Ye Feng feel like he is facing the Avenue of the Universe.

Although this aura is weak, it is real.

"There are no survivors, but I found this, a very magical ancient bloodline."

Ye Feng whispered.

This kind of bloodline is quite satisfactory. Once you can absorb and master this kind of power, you can make your body bigger and improve your strength, speed, defense and other aspects.

Of course, the improvement is not huge.

Taken together, it has doubled the level.

Because only one bloodline can be used, compared to other bloodlines that can increase their strength several times and dozens of times, the bloodline of this ancient race is too poor.

Ye Feng was disdainful to ask for it.

However, this bloodline must be passed on.

Otherwise, the avenues it carries will disappear.

"It's not suitable for the disciples to use this bloodline. Why don't they use it for the disciples of the noble families in White Floating City."

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows and looked at the location of the White Floating City.

There are many aristocratic families in White Floating City.

They do not have a strong bloodline, so they are suitable to inherit the bloodline of this ancient clan and carry it forward.

Ye Feng moved on.

a day later.

He passed through the dozens of canyons that were blasted by sound like Rong, and found the blood of dozens of ancient races.

White Floating City.

Ye Feng sat on the throne of the city master.

Standing beside him were Gong Qingqiu, the deputy city owner, Zhou Jiacai, Zhou Jiaqian, the old city owner and other core teams of White Floating City.

The old city lord of that year, because of a mistake in his practice, lost his cultivation base, and only his physical strength was left, and he was lingering on.

Now, after taking so many showers from heaven and earth, the old city lord has long since recovered, and he has also broken through to the pinnacle of the Spiritual Sea Realm.

He stood aside, his face flushed red.

"Master, what's the matter?"

The deputy city lord asked Ye Feng.

"Find thirty-five aristocratic families in White Floating City, and each family has one hundred best descendants to inherit the bloodline power of these ancient races."

Ye Feng said what he meant.

As soon as he waved his hand, thirty-five light groups of different colors immediately appeared in the center of the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, all of which were the size of heads. They were the origin of the bloodlines that survived the deaths of dozens of ancient races.

Each group is enough for one hundred people.

After understanding Ye Feng's intentions, the deputy city lord quickly followed suit.

Soon.

Thousands of people gathered in front of the City Lord's Mansion.

There are many aristocratic families in White Floating City. There are not ten thousand, but eight thousand. It is not difficult to find a suitable candidate.

Looking at those young faces, Ye Feng nodded slightly.

These people are all under the age of 30.

The lowest cultivation level also has the fifth stage of Qi Refining.

The strongest one has reached the peak of the Primordial Gathering Realm.

Among the younger generations of the major families in White Floating City, they are considered to be the best.

"rise!"

Ye Feng flexed his fingers, and all the thirty-five bloodline light clusters were shattered, turning into three thousand five hundred rays of light, looking for the most suitable young practitioners and submerging them into their bodies.

"what!"

A boy screamed in agony.

This was a symptom that accompanied the fusion of blood vessels. After a while, all the younger generation present shouted.

"How do you feel?" The deputy city lord asked while looking at a young man in black who was not screaming.

"It was like there were billions of ants biting, it was painful at first, but after a while, I found myself getting stronger!"

The young man in black gritted his teeth.

He didn't scream because of his strong willpower.

Ye Feng glanced at the young man and said, "Yes, you can come to participate in the entrance examination of our Misty Sect in the future."

The black-clothed youth was overjoyed and said, "Sect Master Ye, the juniors participated in the Misty Sect entrance examination a few days ago, but they were ranked in more than 600 people. Unfortunately, they were not selected."

Ye Feng nodded and said:

"There is an entrance examination every month. You have integrated the blood of the golden-armored giant clan, and your combat power has improved. There is a great hope that you can pass the next examination."

"Junior must work hard!"

The young man in black nodded solemnly, and his motivation was even stronger.