Chapter 317 The Weight of His Blood, He Fell Into a Pit!

Inertia is a terrible thing, especially the inertia that has been proven by generations of warriors for thousands of years and tens of thousands of years.

No one is willing to take the risk to try it. Even if Xu Dao didn't have the bronze giant tree, he wouldn't try it.

Only if you survive can you talk about the future, otherwise everything will be in vain!

Xu Dao suppressed his distracting thoughts and began to guide the martial luck. The first time was new, the second time was familiar. This time, Xu Dao guided the martial luck more smoothly. But at the same time, the martial luck he guided was also more magnificent.

He even vaguely heard the martial luck rolling, making a rumbling sound like waves. No wonder it is called the long river of martial luck. This scene really looks like river water.

When the martial luck fell on Xu Dao, black lines gathered immediately, and began to grow and twist like a living thing. This scene was much more powerful than the first time he guided the martial luck.

When Wu Yun was first received, the black lines also had some abnormalities, but they were not as intense as this time. This time, the black lines began to activate crazily the moment they touched Xu Dao's body, twisting and wriggling like iron wire worms, and continued to gather to form thicker black lines.

Black lines began to move on Xu Dao's body surface, and the strange scene was frightening.

Fortunately, at this moment, the bronze giant tree made another move.

A strong suction force directly pulled the black line over, and did not allow any resistance at all. The domineering attitude was even worse than the first time.

Xu Dao was completely relieved when he saw this. Sure enough, the strange power in Wu Yun became more terrifying and strong in the eighth blood exchange, but it was still not a problem for the bronze giant tree, and it could be easily dealt with.

So, Xu Dao shifted his mind to the second cleansing of Wu Yun.

The first time, the precious blood had been cleansed to return to its original state. It was supposed to be the limit. He didn't know what to change in the eighth blood exchange, and he was also very curious about it.

Moreover, there is no reference for this thing, because nowadays, warriors in the world can only change blood six times at most, and no one has changed blood for the eighth time. Even Sikong Ziming did not complete the blood change for the eighth time. So naturally, there will be no reference and information left.

Soon Xu Dao raised his eyebrows, because he found that the so-called eighth blood change was not a blood change at all, but a marrow wash!

When a warrior reaches the fifth level, his bones are like jade and his marrow is like molten gold. At this time, under the tempering of martial luck, the molten gold-like bone marrow actually began to fade and turned into a light red and yellow, just like ordinary people.

Still returning to nature! Although the color changed back, Xu Dao immediately felt the benefits of this kind of bone marrow.

Qi and blood are all born from marrow, and bone marrow is the source of qi and blood for warriors. The blood produced by the bone marrow at the level of returning to nature is more powerful and majestic, and the qi and blood become more delicate and active.

And the hematopoietic ability of the bone marrow has also been greatly improved at this moment.

His whole body seemed to become more relaxed at this moment. There is a sense of freedom that breaks the shackles and cages.

As the long river of martial luck disappeared, the eighth blood exchange was finally completed.

Xu Dao squeezed out a drop of blood from his fingertips. The blood looked ordinary, but when he dropped it on the ground, something strange happened!

"Bang!"

A loud noise woke up the sleeping Oats from their sleep.

"What happened? Is the evil god here?" Oats sat up from the bed, and his eyes instantly changed from sleepy to bright. His posture also changed to a fighting posture, as if he was ready to kill at any time.

His eyes immediately swept to Xu Dao's bed to confirm whether the master was safe. If the master had any accident, he must help him immediately.

However, when he saw Xu Dao sitting cross-legged on the bed, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Master, are you okay?"

"It's okay, just continue to sleep!"

"What's the noise just now? I thought the evil god here finally couldn't hold back!" Oats frowned. Just now, the noise was quite loud, as if something heavy had hit the ground.

He subconsciously looked at the ground, but saw a small hole the size of a finger in front of Xu Dao's bed.

"Just now, I was practicing and felt a little bit, so I accidentally made a little noise, it's okay!" Xu Dao lowered his head and looked at the small hole on the blue brick in front of him. To be honest, he didn't expect that the weight of a drop of blood could reach such a terrifying level, it was just like an iron ball falling down.

"Are you okay? Then I'll continue to sleep!" Oats' eyes flashed, thinking that the matter might not be simple, but after hearing Xu Dao say this, he couldn't continue to ask, so he could only nod and continue to sleep.

Xu Dao bent down and took the drop of blood that was almost balled into a small ball in the small pit back into his hand, and then turned it into ashes with the stirring of blood.

He has always been cautious and never left sensitive and important things like blood outside.

In the extraordinary world, there are many things that can be done with blood. He will not relax his vigilance just because he has never encountered it.

Even the waste blood in his body that he replaced several times before was burned into ashes by talismans, leaving no trace or breath. Ensure that it can no longer be used as a medium for curses, sacrifices and other means.

It is rumored that there are warriors whose drop of blood can knock down a mountain. He used to think it was an exaggeration, but now he believes it a little.

Although he has completed eight blood exchanges, his realm is only the fifth level. When he completes the ninth blood exchange, I am afraid that the weight of the blood and the energy contained in it will be even more terrifying.

But this is not the end. In the future, every time he advances to a higher realm, the power contained in his blood and qi will be qualitatively improved. Theoretically, as long as the number of transformations is sufficient and the realm is high enough, that scene can be achieved.

It can be seen that martial arts is also a road to heaven, but for some reason, the road ahead is broken?

Is it that the inheritance is broken, or the predecessors have not yet walked the next road?

This question is what Xu Dao must think about. This road may not be necessary for him, but it is very important to A Niang and others. At least he has not found a way to allow A Niang and others to practice Qi refining safely and without any trouble.

The immortal sect mentioned in Nangong may be a way, but he has no relevant clues at all. He can't find it even if he wants to find it. Even if he finds it, why would they give him such a precious secret method?

Another way is Xu Dao himself-the bronze giant tree!

If his control over the bronze giant tree can be improved and he can mobilize more power from the bronze giant tree, he may be able to achieve the same goal, but so far, he has no clue and can only wait quietly!

Therefore, the only way left for A Niang and the others to both prolong their lives and ensure safety is the martial arts.

We must continue on the path ahead!