Chapter 570: Inheritance

Seeing that nearly one-fifth of the number of demons that maintained its existence had disappeared in a short period of time, Phantom once again accelerated the speed of its information output.

One after another, powerful fluctuations that cannot be observed by the naked eye are continuously transmitted outwards with the shadow as the source. He transforms into a large signal source, transmitting massive information to Bai Mo like a signal tower.

There are both past history and introduction to the ancient wild world. Of course, the most important thing is his own inheritance.

Yuan Wuchu wanted to find someone to pass on what he had accumulated in his eight lifetimes.

When he knew that his time was numbered, he sadly discovered that he had become too strong, so powerful that only beings above the god level could withstand all of his memories and become a ninth-generation witch.

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Bai Mo watched Yuan Wuchu's arrogant moves quietly, guessing that he might even have the intention of brainwashing himself into the successor to the Ninth Generation Witch.

Compared to his own life span of only a few decades, reincarnated for eight thousand years, and in his last life he was still a person on par with him, Bai Mo didn't have much confidence that he would not be affected at all.

So he cut all the information he received into small pieces and gave it to these nodes through the subconscious network linking every Holy Adventist on the White Land.

Billions of Holy Adventurers, their combined memories are enough to accommodate everything from Origin Wuchu.

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"The ancient race in the wild world, introduced by the Zhuri Clan?"

"How to refine the Blood Realm Battle Ax?"

"Nine tips to enhance the ability of humans to conceive?"

"Postpartum care for female dolphins?"

A bunch of inexplicable things appeared in some people's memories.

"The task of the divine body - memory, remember the information just now as much as possible." A line of information popped up.

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"How much have you analyzed now?"

"Fifteen percent."

"These are very valuable information in the wild world, and we must record them as much as possible."

"yes!"

A man in sunglasses, smoking a pipe and wearing suspenders with a belt pulled almost to his chest, was busy directing his men at a frontline intelligence station two hundred kilometers away.

He is the on-site person in charge of the intelligence collection and analysis department on the Ark, and is specifically responsible for finding breakthroughs from the clues of history.

As the outpost of the Ark Plane Raiders, the man in sunglasses shoulders the huge responsibility of guiding the follow-up plan of the large army.

Whether a world can and is worth conquering, which direction should be taken, and which places are most likely to have good things are all for him to obtain information and hand over preliminary research reports.

"I still have two quotas on hand. This mission is up to you. The two people who complete the best can take off their secrecy charms and become official members of Ark." The man in sunglasses lifted his belt, with a look on his face. He said seductively with a smile.

In addition to Ark's own members, a large number of indigenous people also became the lackeys working for them under coercion and inducement.

Each of them must take a specially made secret talisman, which will be detonated once the secret is leaked to ensure that no two or five young people will appear. At the same time, they are baited with various benefits, and even changing their fate to become a formal member of the Ark. They worked hard.

Although Ark's senior officials knew that their side was not powerful enough to conquer the Wilderness Realm, they still tried to make the most of it.

So this world has now temporarily become a giant practical training base for Ark to simulate the process of conquering other planes in the future.

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"My time is almost up." After most of the demon behind him disappeared, the shadow became increasingly blurry. The facial features that were originally unclear were now gone, and now even the outline of the face was gone.

"This is my last source seed."

From the head of an evil lord whose eyes had lost their brightness, the shadow dug out a colorful mass of solid-liquid coexistence.

"It's actually a seven-color perfection!"

"That's the root of a medium-sized family!"

"As long as we have it, given time, we might be able to create the fifth largest family!"

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When Yuan Wuchu's shadow took out the source seed hidden deep in Yaoxie's brain, the family's legion instantly boiled.

Each seven-color perfect source seed represents a family that can give birth to multiple sixth-level masters in the future.

As long as the owner recognizes his master by blood, his descendants will have a much better chance than ordinary descendants of extraordinary beings to awaken the power of the same series.

Moreover, the greater the number and quality of lives sacrificed for the source seed, the greater the probability of awakening, which is extremely unnatural.

As for the seven colors, they represent the bloodline monks of this series. The peak of the assistance their bloodline can provide is god-level perfection. Before reaching the peak, their cultivation speed will be much faster than others.

"Quiet!" Four rays of light poured out from the center of the legion.

A few waves of coercion that were far superior to those of the original ones in Yuan Wu's hand frightened everyone to a great extent, making them understand that the current leaders were still the four major families.

As the commander-in-chief, the heads of the four major aristocratic families took out the source seeds that had been cultivated for many years from their dantian and bore the imprint of their families.

This is a seal belonging to the patriarch. Any member of the family who tries to challenge the authority of the patriarch will temporarily lose most of their power under this pressure.

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"A bunch of pitiful parasites." Yuan Wuchu glanced in the direction of the commotion, and the vague killing intent instantly made everyone's hair stand on end.

The source seed is something created by combining his many lives as a witch. Its original purpose is to encourage the owners of the human race to massacre foreign enemies and use the blood of foreign races to sacrifice to obtain offspring.

As a result, after the world was unified and Yuan Wuchu passed away, the aristocratic families who lost the source of foreign sacrifices began to think of sacrificing their own people.

But directly sacrificing humans obviously couldn't pass the test of source species, so after decades of research, they finally came up with something like "artificial demon".

They secretly gave the magic weapons and demon blades they mass-produced to the bandits in the country under their jurisdiction, and let these guys refine the swords on their own.

In the process of killing people and sucking blood to become stronger, the bandits themselves will become more closely connected with the sword, until they gradually lose their rationality and finally turn into sword monsters who only know how to kill.

At this time, the aristocratic family once again carried out a "doing justice for heaven" type of harvest, sacrificing the sword demon Dao Yao who was able to deceive the source seed. Not only did they harvest the fruits, they would make their family stronger in the future, and they would also win the hearts and minds of the people, allowing the people to recognize them. importance.

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Xingju has been watching this kind of thing for thousands of years, but it has no idea of ​​stopping it because it is not a human.

In its logic, as long as it does not cross the red line of god level, the stronger the human race is, the better.

If the combat power of a bloodline warrior is equivalent to that of twenty ordinary people, then it is cost-effective to use the blood of nineteen ordinary people to feed a bloodline warrior.

This is purely mathematical optimization without any humanistic thinking. Human life is just a value, a value that can be calculated.

ps: Happy National Day everyone (from the author of Salted Fish on Nine Days Holiday)

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