Yu Ling clearly felt the sound of many capillaries bursting all over his body. If he could not think of a way, soon the veins and arteries would turn, until the whole person exploded into a ball of blood mist.

He must be able to find that glimmer of hope. There must be something he has overlooked...

Yu Ling tried hard to put aside the physical pain, looked inwards at the entanglement of the four forces in her body, and forgot about all other irrelevant external objects.

Just watching... watching the incompatibility between profound energy and one's own blood, watching the rampage of foreign blood energy, watching all the details.

He suddenly discovered a problem.

If his bloodline is only suitable for Daoyuan Jue, then there is no reason why he can smoothly practice Ancient Desolate Jue to the point where it is today, otherwise the conflict between the two would have broken out long ago, causing him to go crazy.

This shows that... there is another force hidden in his bloodline, which is consistent with the attributes of the Ancient Desolate Jue.

So now, it's time to find out this power. Only the Ancient Desolate Art becomes powerful enough to digest all the foreign blood and energy.

As for whether there will be a more intense conflict between the two completely different bloodline powers in the future, that is all for the future. If you can't survive now, what's the use of thinking about it.

However, Yu Ling felt that things might not be that bad. He now has a new guess. Before he could practice Xuanli, he experienced the white light bath of the jade bottle. Was it because the power of the jade bottle harmonized his bloodline?

Can the contradictory forces of hardness and softness coexist harmoniously together?

Later, he focused more on Daoyuan Jue, and Nian Yubai used the same bloodline to help him during the trip to the Ice Realm, which made the "soft" power in his body too strong, breaking the balance, so he was exposed at this moment.

Such a contradiction?

This is just a guess, at least Yu Ling can't figure it out. If this soft bloodline power is inherited from his somewhat mysterious mother, then who is the strong bloodline power inherited from? His father.

?

But the people of the Yu family don't have any special bloodline power.

These thoughts only flashed through Yu Ling's mind because he didn't have much leisure time to continue thinking deeply.

He is now a little grateful to the special force field of Huangshan. His soul and spiritual power have been suppressed by the seal, which means that the Daoyuan Jue is completely inactive and silent, and only the Ancient Desolate Jue is left flowing and running.

This is the best time for him to draw out another force in his bloodline.

Yu Ling's profound energy was still running surging, and the ancient desolate art was also continuing to exert force. The blood all over his body was as hot as magma, which was in sharp contrast to his calm mind as ice and snow. He no longer stimulated his bloodline.

force, but to slowly suppress it.

Without that powerful recovery ability, Yu Ling's body quickly became riddled with holes, and was severely damaged by the impact of foreign blood.

His vitality was weakening bit by bit, but Yu Ling always suppressed the power of "Rou" bloodline and allowed the foreign blood to take over his whole body.

However, something strange happened. His profound energy gradually merged with the blood. It was hard to tell who was digesting whom. It was like two glasses of water poured together. You are in me and I am in you. You are me.

I am you.

"Click——"

I don't know what broke it.

There was a turbulence deep in the blood, as if a lion that had been sleeping for many years slowly opened its eyes.

It was killing and blood, destruction and madness, and a powerful tyranny that exterminated all living things.

If she hadn't been forced to this point today, Yu Ling wouldn't have known that there was such a terrifying and extreme power lurking in her body.

The ancient desolate art seemed to have been reborn, completely breaking free from the shackles of the physical body. Like a dragon emerging from the sea, like a tiger emerging from the mountain, it launched a decisive attack on the invisible shackles of the blood coagulation realm and never looked back.

"boom!"

If once doesn't work, then do it twice.

"Buzz!"

Yu Ling's whole body was shaken, and blood overflowed from all his orifices. The severe pain that washed over his body made him almost lose consciousness. However, perhaps infected by the madness and determination of the Ancient Wilderness Art, Yu Ling gritted his teeth and continued to attack the indestructible barrier.

.

If twice doesn't work, then countless times.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He couldn't tell whether it was the sound of his heart beating, the sound of his blood vessels vibrating, or whether his bones were shattering.

Apart from the powerful power of recovery, death is no longer an unreachable thing.

Yu Ling walks on the boundary between life and death every moment.

If you don't succeed, you won't be able to achieve benevolence, there will only be death.

With the extreme and madness of the Ancient Desolate Art, he squeezed out all the remaining vitality and strength and launched the final attack.

It is a desperate madness and an indomitable determination to move forward.

It's life or death, right at this moment.

"boom--"

After a loud noise, boundless blood occupied Yu Ling's entire consciousness until he sank into the endless dark space.

…

I don’t know how much time has passed. Without realizing it, time is always a very vague concept.

When Yu Ling woke up, he was lying in a coffin made of ebony wood. Fortunately, there was no top on it.

He moved his hands and feet subconsciously. Although he was so tired that he had no strength at all, he still managed to sit up and saw that everything in him was intact.

At the last moment, he thought that he was shattered into pieces and exploded into a ball of blood mist. Unexpectedly, he actually persisted.

He is still alive, and it is good to be alive.

"I didn't expect that you were the last to arrive, but you were the first to succeed." A voice came from the side. Yu Ling didn't even have the strength to climb out of the coffin, so she just barely turned her head and looked at the speaker.

Xue Yuankong still had that deceptive and peaceful smile: "I originally thought it would be difficult for you to survive. After all, when I fished you out of the blood pool, you couldn't even see the shape of a human being, so I gave you

You prepared the coffin, but now it seems that you don't need it."

Yu Ling didn't even have the energy to curse. Although it was unlucky to lie in the coffin, he was really exhausted. After confirming that he was still alive, he lay down in a daze and slept peacefully.

After all, Xue Yuankong had put in so much effort, so he would definitely not kill him easily. It was better to take a good rest and recover from the feeling that life was worse than death.

When he woke up for the second time, Yu Ling's condition was much better. His broken blood vessels, bones and internal organs had all recovered as before. The profound energy of the blood coagulation realm was slowly flowing, giving him an indescribable powerful feeling.

It's just that his breakthrough was too hasty this time, and it seems that he has to stay in the blood coagulation realm for a while, otherwise his foundation will not be strong, which will sooner or later affect his future cultivation.

Although this trip to the barren mountain was unlucky, his profound strength was indeed completely transformed, and it was a great relief that he had improved to several levels.

Most importantly, he discovered another hidden power in his bloodline.

Because of this strong bloodline power, Yu Ling's ancient desolate technique has become somewhat unfamiliar to him. It is like an unsheathed sword, the light is sharp and dazzling, and it has never been restrained in the slightest. It seems to be more powerful than "

"Splitting Heaven Technique" is a bit more powerful.

Yu Ling didn't know anything else, but he was at least certain that his attack power had reached an almost ridiculous level. It was clearly in the early stage of coagulation where the realm was unstable, but the lethality of the mysterious force seemed to be even more exaggerated than in the middle stage of coagulation.

He suddenly remembered something and cut his finger slightly, watching the wound on his fingertip heal quickly as before, seemingly no different from before.

But is this the recovery power unique to the blood coagulation realm, or the recovery power of his own blood?
Chapter completed!