Fantasy: Millions of clones, upgrade for me

The Primordial Holy Land.

In the sky above the Shengyang Palace, suddenly the sky fell with color, and the sky was full of divine glow.

Countless heavenly visions and gods have appeared, like the sound of heaven and earth, and like the song of the Great Dao, rumbling through the void.

The ten elders of the Holy Land changed color in shock, flashed into the void, and their divine eyes scanned all directions:

"Could it be that my primordial Holy Land, finally about to descend into the world?"

I can't wait to turn the ground over, but also to find the genius of the world.

The Primordial Holy Land is in great need of good news now!

Three Thousand Dao Domains.

The major forces and the giants of the ages looked at the Holy Land from afar, and their eyes showed emotion:

"What kind of genius came to the world to have such a vision?"

"The Primal Holy Land is about to be annexed by the Holy Demon Palace, is there still a chance?" "

It's a pity that the Primordial Holy Land has declined, even if there is a Tianjiao descending into the world, I am afraid it will not be able to cultivate it......"

The north courtyard of the Holy Yang Palace, the back garden.

The root of the wall next to the 16th scenic trail.

On both sides of the side door number forty-two.

A platoon of ten guards, nine of them were lethargic, with crooked helmets and lazy attitudes.

Only the young man on the far right had eyes like stars and bright eyes.

He looked up at the splendid visions in the heavens, and his eyes were full of envy.

He then reminded his companions:

"Cheer up, something might happen." The

companions suddenly sneered:

"Relax, Captain Ning~ Our holy land has long since declined, except for the Holy Demon Palace of the old enemy, who still takes us seriously?" "

Anyway, our qualifications, a batch of garbage, can't be compared with those Tianjiao, it's better to live comfortably!"

The partners complained lazily, not seeking to be motivated.

Ning Ye frowned slightly.

In this heavenly pride, talents are also divided into levels: ordinary people, geniuses, Tianjiao, Tianjiao, taboo Tianjiao, Holy Son, Daozi ......

Sometimes the gap between genius and genius is so big that it is suffocating and despairing.

These people who can only be garden janitors are naturally not very talented, and they can see their heads for almost their entire lives.

But who would have thought that before they ascended, they were also prominent figures in all walks of life, standing at the pinnacle?

And Ning Ye was also one of them.

He was originally a martial arts wizard in the Nether Realm, and it only took ten years to shatter the void and soar to the Immortal Realm.

But he didn't expect that in the immortal realm, the peerless talent he was proud of was just that he didn't enter the stream!

He was invincible in the lower realm, and he could only barely be a small soldier guarding the gate in the upper realm, and many ascenders couldn't bear such a gap, and their Dao heart collapsed.

But the huge gap did not crush Ning Ye.

He worked hard for two years, and finally reached the position of the leader of the ten-person squad, and there was only one reason for supporting him:

he wanted to go back to the lower realm and pick up his younger brothers and sisters

! Ever since he learned that those who had ascended to the upper realm could still return to the lower realm, Ning Ye had never forgotten it!

He had a younger brother and a sister who was seriously ill in the lower realm.

If you can bring them in, my sister's illness is not a matter at all, and she can be cured by just finding

a doctor!But in the Nether, it is a terminal illness without a doctor, and you can only wait for death

!" "If you want to go back to the Netherworld, you have to teleport through the cross-border ancient array, but this level of formation is only qualified to be used by true disciples of

the Holy Land!" Ning Ye was unwilling to be a soldier, he wanted to become an official disciple of the Taichu Holy Land.

Even if the Primal Holy Land has declined, it is looked down upon by the top forces such as the Holy Demon Palace and the Immortal Peak.

But for Ning Ye, the Holy Land is still his unattainable pursuit

!"The vision of the sky is my opportunity! If I can find the reason for the vision, it should be enough to obtain the status of an official disciple with this merit......

Ning Ye has already inquired about several ways to become a formal disciple

: one is talent, the second is merit, and the third is background.

Talent and background, he is no longer impossible, he is alone, and he has worked hard to become the captain.

The only way is to climb up by merit

! Ning Ye felt that now was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

If he could find the cause of the vision, or find the hidden Heavenly Pride, the great merit would definitely make him an official disciple in one fell swoop!

As for the fact that even the elders of the Holy Land couldn't find the clue, how could he do it, this was not within Ning Ye's consideration.

He just had to look for it,

and if he did, there was a slim chance.

If you don't look for it, you really won't have the slightest chance!

At the end of the duty, Ning Ye simply handed over the shift, refused the invitation of his companions to listen to the music and play, and went straight to the dormitory.

After quickly changing his clothes, he took his identity token and went out.

Ning Ye started from the most familiar back garden.

There are a total of nine Dao Palaces in the Taichu Holy Land, and the Shengyang Palace is one of them.

Where Ning Ye is located is the smallest Jinyang Palace.

Jinyang Palace is divided into four courtyards, the east and west courtyards are the main courtyards, and the north and south courtyards are partial courtyards.

As the captain of the patrol, the only area that Ning Ye can move around is the landscape garden in the north courtyard and a flat land on the periphery.

Stayed until late at night.

Ning Yecai dragged his tired body back to the door of the dormitory.

forcibly urging his mind to search, he was almost mentally exhausted.

But nothing was found

! The four companions were already snoring like thunder, and the sound reached Ning Ye's ears through the doors and windows, making Ning Ye irritable for no reason, if this continues, when will Lao Tzu return to the Netherworld?

"Damn! I knew I couldn't find anything, I ......" "I'll

still look for it! If I don't try, how do I know that I don't have a chance."

Ning Ye's expression paused slightly, and then he smiled bitterly and pushed the door open.

Then he couldn't help but freeze in place:

in the open space in the middle of the five-person dormitory, a drop of blood was suspended.

It is the size of a pigeon's egg, its whole body is red, exuding a mysterious brilliance, and the blood beads are surrounded by a circle of demonic blood-red symbols, filled with a demonic atmosphere.

It was like a small blood-red sun, suspended in front of Ning Ye.

"What the hell?"

Ning Ye raised his vigilance, could it be that the demons of the Holy Demon Palace are coming to commit it?

Glancing at the four people who were sleeping soundly, could it be that the four bastards of Lao Wu were playing a prank on me, right?

Ning Ye cautiously circled the blood beads, wanting to observe.

But before he could make the next step, the blood bead flashed suddenly, and with a whoosh, it hit Ning Ye's eyebrows.

The mysterious blood bead instantly submerged into

Ning Ye's body! Ning Ye's mind boomed, and an earth-shattering shock sounded, as if it was about to explode!

Before fainting, the last thought in his mind was: "I have a plan...... I can't die, I have to go back to the Nether Realm and pick up the second and third children......"

When he woke up, he was startled: he

appeared over a boundless sea of blood.

The sea of blood seems to communicate with the netherworld, and the blood is flying, and there are countless ancient demons and fierce beasts, turning over the river and the sea, letting out a terrible roar, trying to break free from the shackles of the sea of blood.

But the sea of blood was like a living thing, and the rolling blood turned into hideous tentacles, striking the ten directions, dragging them all into the netherworld sea of blood.

Ning Ye quickly calmed down and calmly looked around.

Above the endless sea of blood, there was a ten-meter-square square.

In the center of the square, there is a strange blood-colored portal, lingering in the breath of space.

"I'll go, what the hell is that?"

Ning Ye suddenly found that next to the mysterious portal, there was a young man sitting cross-legged

, with a blood-red body and a naked body, exactly the same as Ning Ye's! "Are you ......"

Without waiting for Ning Ye to finish speaking, the blood-red clone flew towards him violently, instantly integrating into Ning Ye's body!

A large amount of information suddenly exploded in Ning Ye's mind.

In an instant, Ning Ye understood, this was a blood drop clone.

That mysterious blood bead is the ritual of recognizing the Lord in this Styx space.

The Styx space, through cultivation, from the endless sea of blood Styx, can continuously condense the blood drop clone! These blood drop clones

can automatically practice, attack, and automatically comprehend the exercises, and all the gains will be fed back to Ning Ye's body.

What is exaggerated is that the blood drop clone can also pass through the "Gate of the Heavens" above the blood sea, go to the three thousand realms to sacrifice, and obtain powerful magic skills and all kinds of adventures!

And what is even more incredible is that he seems to have obtained the power of immortality:

the endless river Styx, which can condense twelve trillion blood drop clones, as long as there is still a blood drop clone in the world, Ning Ye can transform the blood drop clone into his own body at any time!

This is almost equivalent to immortality!

" This Styx space and blood drop clones are also too exaggerated!" "

With it, am I destined to be invincible in the world?"

Ning Ye was stunned.