In one day, the Spirit Clan gave birth to three Seven-Star Fighting Saints. Even in the history of the Spirit Clan, this was the only time after the first ancestor became emperor.

The entire spiritual world was overjoyed because of this, and it gradually calmed down for several days.

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In the Holy Spirit City, in the meeting hall, ten figures filled with the power of heaven and earth sat down one after another.

Ling Cangsheng sat in the position of clan leader. The chiefs on the left and right were Shen Mu and the great elder. The other four elders took their seats one after another. Ling Xuanhe, who had never participated in the clan meeting, was also among them.

In addition, there are two newly promoted fighting saints, namely Ling Daochen, the son of the great elder; and the patriarch's wife, a beautiful woman with a gentle temperament.

"It's been a thousand years, and our clan once again has ten Fighting Saints. It's a joy and a joy to congratulate!"

Ling Cansheng laughed heartily. Since the Xiao clan was almost wiped out a thousand years ago, he, the clan leader, has been walking on thin ice for a long time. Now that the Ling clan finally has hope of revival, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

The Great Elder looked calm, stroking his beard with one hand and said: "This time, the old man, the clan leader, and the Holy Son broke through the Seven-Star Holy Fight together, which greatly improved the foundation of our spiritual clan. At the next three-race alliance meeting, we can also compete for the leader of the alliance.

Location."

As early as thousands of years ago, the Yao, Stone, and Ling clans formed an offensive and defensive alliance for mutual assistance. As the weakest clans among the Imperial clan, they naturally had to stick together to have a certain sense of security.

However, in the past thousand years, the Yao Clan and the Stone Clan have successively assumed the position of alliance leader, while the Spirit Clan is naturally at the bottom because there is no Seven Star Fighting Saint.

The second elder looked at Shen Mu, who was only twenty-two years old, and said: "There are still a hundred years until the conference. After a hundred years, perhaps the Holy Son can make further progress."

As soon as these words came out, everyone turned their attention to Shen Mu. The twenty-two-year-old Seven-Star Fighting Saint, with his many tyrannical and strange methods, was so dazzling that no one could be found in the entire history of the Spirit Clan.

Two.

When the ancestor Lingdi became a fighting saint, he was already thirty years old.

"Mu'er, in a hundred years, are you confident that you can make further progress?"

The great elder looked at Shen Mu with a hopeful look in his eyes.

Shen Mu met everyone's gaze, nodded gently and said: "I have found the opportunity to break through the Eight-Star Fighting Saint. I will definitely break through within ten years. As for whether I can break through the Nine-star within a hundred years, it is hard to say."

If we practice step by step, it is hard to say whether we will be able to break through the Eight Stars in a hundred years. However, Shen Mu is not a serious practitioner and has long since set his sights on another big opportunity.

For Shen Mu today, he can basically give up on breaking through by swallowing strange fires. Except for the Void Swallowing Flame and the Pure Lotus Demonic Fire, even if all other strange fires are swallowed by Shen Mu, they are still enough to break through eight stars.

If you want to quickly improve your cultivation level, you can only take pills.

Ordinary ninth-grade treasure pills have very weak effects on the Seven-Star Fighting Saints. Taking 180 pills would give some hope of a breakthrough, but even if the Spirit Clan is exhausted, they will not be able to collect so many ninth-grade treasure pills.

However, there is a wild ninth-grade mysterious elixir on the mainland, which can even be regarded as a half-step ninth-grade golden elixir. It is the strongest person in Danta today, the Danta ancestor of the Six-Star Fighting Saint.

After Shen Mu's words fell, the meeting hall fell into a brief silence.

Suddenly, Ling Cangsheng said: "Speaking of which, among the newborns in the clan these years, except for the Holy Son and the little girl, there has never been a fifth-grade bloodline."

Emperor Dou's bloodline was exhausted, a bloody reality that made many elders silent.

This term is too scary for the descendants of Dou Emperor. The Xiao clan, which was the first imperial clan in the past, and the peak Dou Sage Xiao Xuan, were so majestic, but in the end they were almost exterminated because of the exhaustion of their bloodline.

Looking at the silent crowd, Ling Cangsheng seemed to have made up his mind and said with emotion: "To this day, I can still think of Xiao Xuan's demeanor thousands of years ago. If it weren't for the interference from the Soul Clan, maybe Xiao Xuan could really succeed."

Breaking through the Dou Emperor requires the Emperor's Source Qi. Only Gu Yuan and Emperor Hun Tian understand this news vaguely. Others, including the Spirit Clan, do not know. They thought that Xiao Xuan's failure was mainly due to the interference of the Hun Clan.

The Great Elder Ling Xuantian also felt a little emotional. He had also watched the battle from a distance. In the end, the aura that Xiao Xuan burst out had exceeded the limit of Fighting Saints. Unfortunately, he still failed in the end.

Seeing that everyone did not understand what he meant, Ling Cansheng stopped talking nonsense and said directly: "I want to imitate the Xiao clan back then. The Holy Son is now only twenty-two years old and is the Seven-Star Fighting Saint. As long as there is enough time, the Nine-Star Fighting Saint is It’s a done deal.”

The Great Elder was also startled and said: "Clan Chief, this matter cannot be urgent. Mu'er is still young. We can discuss it slowly."

"What does it mean to not be in a hurry? If Xiao Xuan had not fallen, the Xiao clan would still be the first imperial clan today. Why is he so anxious? Once the bloodline dries up, it will be too late."

After saying that, Ling Cangsheng looked at Shen Mu and said, "Holy Son, tell me what you think?"

Shen Mu looked around, met the elders' eyes, and pondered slightly, saying: "What Xiao Xuan couldn't do back then, Lingmu may not be able to do."

"Okay, there are still three years left for the coming of age ceremony in the clan. There is no need to wait. Today we will condense the clan emblem for the Holy Son."

The imperial clan pattern is an explosive method exclusive to the imperial clan. The more powerful the clan pattern is, the more powerful it will be given to the owner when activated.

Ling Cansheng stood up, waved his hand, brilliant spiritual light bloomed, and an astrolabe nearly ten feet in size appeared in front of him.

Immediately, Ling Cangsheng looked at Shen Mu and motioned for Shen Mu to come closer: "Holy Son, put your hand on the astrolabe."

Shen Mu stood up, took square steps, stood in front of the astrolabe, then raised his hand and placed it on the astrolabe.

Buzz!

The astrolabe trembled violently, stars condensed out, and finally nine stars emerged.

"Nine, ninth grade bloodline?!"

"This... the Holy Son must have been in the seventh grade bloodline when he took part in the test. I didn't expect that someone could advance twice in the acquired bloodline."

"Hiss, it's so scary!"

Many fighting saints looked at the nine stars on the astrolabe and looked at each other.

The living beings also had a look of surprise on their faces. Even if 99% of the clansmen increased in cultivation, it would be difficult for them to evolve their bloodline grades. Only a few clansmen could evolve.

And to complete two bloodline evolutions, there was only one person in the entire history of the Spirit Clan, the fourth-generation grandson of the ancestor, who was born with the eighth-grade peak bloodline, and even tested the potential of the divine-grade bloodline, the same situation as the daughter of Gu Yuan.

Shen Mu didn't explain anything. As for the reason why he was of ninth-grade blood, it was naturally because he sacrificed Hun Qianmo and Hun Miesheng. One of them was of ninth-grade blood and the other was of eighth-grade blood.

"Ninth-grade bloodline, according to clan rules, should be given jade patterns." Ling Cansheng said.

The clan patterns of all clans are divided into four levels. In the Ling clan, they are copper patterns, silver patterns, gold patterns, jade patterns and emerald patterns.

The great elder said at this time: "Since the clan leaders are planning to follow the example of the Xiao clan back then, I think it is time to use the treasures that have been preserved for five thousand years in the clan."

Hearing this, Ling Cangsheng nodded slowly and said, "What are your opinions, elders?"

"I agree."

"I agree. If I don't use it, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to use that treasure."

Many elders had no objections, so Ling Cansheng looked at Shen Mu and said: "Holy Son, the ninth grade bloodline should be condensed with jade patterns. This time, with the consent of all the fighting saints in the clan, I will make an exception to condense the jade patterns for you."

"Please, Jade Emperor Pen!"

After saying that, Ling Cangsheng turned around, bowed slightly toward the void, and then held his hands, a bright light condensed in the palm of his hand, and then turned into a white jade pen flowing with brilliant light.

"Clan pattern, condense!"

The majestic fighting energy poured into the clear jade pen from the body of the living being. The pale white glow poured out from the tip of the pen and condensed into a mysterious symbol, showing the luster of white jade.

Shen Mu closed his eyes, the Dou Emperor bloodline in his body revived, and the ancient power surged out, echoing the white jade symbol.

But the ninth-grade bloodline was not a divine one after all, and could not induce the Jade Heavenly Emperor's pen to fall. The white jade symbol fell on Shen Mu's forehead, but it was not printed on it.

Ling Cansheng had already predicted that the bloodline was not strong enough to condense the corresponding clan patterns, otherwise everyone in the clan would have had jade patterns.

"Ancestor, the bloodline in our clan is exhausted, and the situation on the mainland is serious. For the sake of the future of the clan, please forgive the unkindness of the descendants."

Ling Cangsheng muttered to himself and confessed his sins to the ancestor Ling Emperor, and then the majestic fighting spirit was forcibly injected into the Ling Emperor's jade pen.

Katcha!

Slight cracks appeared on the Ling Emperor Jade Pen, and then spread quickly.

As the Ling Emperor's jade pen shattered, the clan pattern was printed on Shen Mu's forehead under Ling Cangsheng's forcible control.

Waves of roaring sounds were heard in Shen Mu's body, and the ancient and primitive power surged out of the jade clan patterns and was injected into Shen Mu's Dou Emperor bloodline.

The bloodline that reached the ninth level rapidly improved in this process, and finally crossed the last hurdle.

Buzz!

The clear emerald light bloomed from the symbol between Shen Mu's eyebrows.

The coercion belonging to the divine bloodline spread out, and many elders present could feel that their own bloodlines were being suppressed.

After a moment, Shen Mu opened his eyes, the emerald glow between his eyebrows was restrained, and the crystal symbol slowly disappeared.

"Mu'er, don't let down your clan's efforts."

The great elder looked at Shen Mu seriously.

"Teacher, don't worry, I won't let the clan members waste their money."

The Spirit Emperor Jade Pen passed down by the ancestor was destroyed. Unless Dou Emperor re-refines it in the future, even if a new divine bloodline appears in the clan, it will not be able to condense the highest clan mark.
Chapter completed!