Yu Ling didn't know how they used to sense it. Anyway, he was just a formality, so he didn't have much to be nervous.

He stepped into the blood pool, and an invisible force of gravity suddenly came, causing him to sink involuntarily. Fortunately, the water in the pool was not too deep, and it only reached the position of his chest.

"Crazy, crazy!"

As the pool water rippled, Yu Ling felt that his blood was faintly hot, but the seal taught by Mr. Luan was really reliable. Even though the aura of the Yuanling in the blood pool penetrated into every corner of his body, it did not bring him any discomfort. That part of the Xuanling bloodline was still in the deepest dormant level.

Even Yuling didn't know how to wake up this kind of dormant, but he was not in a hurry. Luan Wei must have a solution. He would go to him when he needed it in the future.

He walked slowly towards the center of the blood pool step by step. Every step he took, he felt that the blood in his body was being cleansed from the outside to the inside, as if a piece of pig iron was being tempered thousands of times.

The blood pool was filled with bubbles, and the blood around Yuling evaporated on a large scale, forming a vague atmosphere of clouds and clouds, which was magnificent.

Yuanling Linghuang looked silently, and the hand clenched in his sleeve slowly loosened.

Yuan Lingling Ziyun, who was behind him, whispered in surprise: "Father, like the current wonder, Yu Ling's bloodline is more purity than me, right?"

Yuanling Linghuang said lightly: "As expected, his bloodline continues from Meng'er, and it is not surprising that even if he is better than blue than blue."

A trace of worry flashed in Yun Huanran's eyes, and he sent a message: "But, the matter between his father and sister... is like a thorn in the throat. The clan is guarding against him, and he may not be willing to recognize us. If he can truly use it for our clan, it will be a blessing for us, but if so..."

"No, but." Yuan Lingling Emperor calmly replied: "He has already formed a mortal enemy with the Dao Ling clan. Once he leaves our clan's protection, he will be dead. Although he is forced to come here, since he is back, you should treat him well. This young man is soft and not hard."

Yun Huanran smiled bitterly and said, "The problem is that even if I am willing to treat him well, Elder Chai Po and most of them are full of hostility towards him. I know that the father led this ceremony today, on the one hand, to prove his identity for him, and to make him have some sense of identity here, and on the other hand, to shock Elder Chai and the others. But these people play cold violence and isolation, but they are good at it. In this case, it is difficult for Yu Ling to have a good impression of our clan, right?"

Yuanling Linghuang said calmly: "That's better. You always have to have some contrast so that he can feel your kindness to him. Just be careful and don't let these people make things worse."

Yun Huanran couldn't help but be stunned: "Hey, it's true that Father is wise!"

After flattering, he tentatively transmitted a message: "But you have made up your mind to make a major change in the clan? But the royal family members can stand alone, and it seems that they can't get a few people together. Many things I have not handled very well. Over the years, I have almost completely relied on you, the father, to maintain the situation."

Yun Huanran said this very honestly. After all, His Majesty, his father, knew better than him how much he had, so it would be better to be more honest than to be a swollen face and pretend to be fat.

Yuan Lingling Emperor said angrily: "You are either inappropriately handling it, you are just lazy! I think you have spent all your energy on cultivation, and other things are just brains, let alone mindfulness."

Yun Huanran smiled embarrassedly and hurriedly used the method of changing topics: "But I think my little nephew is quite powerful. He is almost at the center of the blood pool. I think there will be no problem with the following level."

Yuanling Linghuang looked at Yu Ling's back, and he stood safely in a blood-red mist. Even though the pool water surged and undulated, his body remained motionless.

The blood mist had completely spread out, covering most of the barrier. People outside watched the fun with relish. Even if there was a red mist blocking it, they didn't mind the vague quality.

For those inside the barrier, it is like the sun has changed, the sky is like red clouds, and the red sun is like blood.

Chai Po and others couldn't help but look solemn, and they once again improved their evaluation of Yu Ling.

It seems that this young man has indeed inherited the bloodline of his clan, and the purity is so high that it is indescribable that the entire blood pool seems to surge with his inhalation, and the blood energy is so rich that it makes them, Elder Li, feel unspeakable oppression.

If he insists on digitizing it, Yu Ling's bloodline purity will be at least 98%, which is the same level as his mother, and may be even higher.

Those of them who are not even members of the royal family are about sixty or seventy percent.

Although the purity of bloodline does not determine a person's level of cultivation, no matter what, this proves Yu Ling's orthodox status. Once he understands the original principles in the future, then they will have to take a detour.

The bloodline is greatly affected by heredity. Thinking about Yunmengdie’s natural talent, Chai Po thinks that the current situation is also normal... It’s a normal mental illness. This kid has obviously missed the best awakening period. How did he do this?!

He stared at Yu Ling's every move until the latter's hand slowly touched the hilt of the Wuji Dingxian Sword. At this time, almost everyone held their breath, each of them was even more nervous than Yu Ling himself.

Yu Ling didn't have any special feeling. He touched the hilt of the sword tentatively. Seeing that Wuji Dengxian Sword had no response, he simply grabbed it and subconsciously wanted to pull it out of the pool water.

"Hey, be careful!"

Yun Huanran was startled by his actions and almost rushed into the blood pool in a few steps.

Yuan Lingling Emperor reached out to stop him and said in a deep voice: "Wait a minute."

Yun Huanran said anxiously: "The Wuji Ding Xian Sword did not respond, which means there is no problem, but at least it must be free from the Dao Realm to force it. Yu Ling's cultivation level is rashly pulled out, and the immortal sword will soon suck all his power, and then it will endanger his life!"

Yuanling Linghuang did not respond, and a trace of light flashed in his eyes.

Just as Yun Huanran was speaking, the Wuji Deng Xian Sword had been lifted by Yu Ling, and a layer of white light swept away with a buzzing sound, almost affecting the people beside the blood pool.

Although he didn't notice Yun Huanran's words, the fairy sword in his hand seemed to have turned into a bottomless black hole, swallowing his mysterious power, spiritual power and soul power frantically. Yu Ling couldn't even throw it away.

He could only start a large cycle at a high speed and continuously draw strength from the outside world, but the supply was still in short supply. You should know that his recovery speed was second only to the powerful ones in Li Dao, but at this moment it was like Jingwei reclamation, and there was no end at all.

Is this fairy sword still over?

In the blink of an eye, Yu Ling's big cycle was about to end. He tried to press the Wuji Ding Xian Sword back into the blood pool, but the rebounding repulsive force almost hit him with internal injuries.

"Buzz--"

Yu Ling could only pull it out bit by bit, and the bright red blood pool water slid down from the sword edge one by one, leaving no trace. The sacred and transcendent fairy aura flowed endlessly. When Yu Ling was close at hand, the Taoist rhyme also subtly transformed and quickly sublimated in a very short time.

Shi Shougui demonstrated the scenes of making things happen for him over and over again in Yu Ling's mind, and countless chaos of inspirations were shining, like a naughty swimming fish playing hide-and-seek with him.

Yu Ling tried hard to seize these inspirations, so that he unconsciously mobilized the white light in the Taoist bottle and merged into his great cycle.

A phantom of a small flower appeared in front of him, and the Taoist rhyme filled it around it, gradually improving the rhizomes, green leaves, petals and stamens. At the moment when it was about to take shape, the delicate little flower suddenly trembled, broken into white light, and was swallowed by the Wuji Dengxian Sword.

Yu Ling also woke up from countless mysterious inspirations. At this moment, he really had the urge to tear the Wuji Dingxian Sword.

I knew that at a critical moment, I had no feeling at all when I asked Yu Ling to do it again.

The only benefit is that this foodie Xianjian finally filled his stomach and no longer swallowed all energy frantically.
Chapter completed!