Suddenly, a look of shock appeared in the eyes of the old man in gray.

I saw the young man sitting cross-legged under the stone wall, with a faint blood glow emanating from his body, and a blood spiritual vein rushing out of his body, connected to the "Blood God Picture".

He cultivated the eighth blood spirit vein and surpassed the strange man from thousands of years ago.

Wouldn't it be possible to have the opportunity to become a great saint in the physical body in the future?

"Will he be able to cultivate more blood spirit veins?" The young man from the monkey half-human tribe was already kneeling and looking at Zhang Ruochen, he was so impressed that he fell to the ground.

The ninth blood spirit vein!

The tenth blood spirit vein!

After cultivating ten blood spirit veins, he finally calmed down.

Zhang Ruochen, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, slowly opened his eyes, shook his head slightly, and sighed: "After all, I can only cultivate ten blood spirit veins. I have reached the limit and cannot get to the next level."

Hearing this, the three people not far away all had the urge to strangle him to death.
Chapter completed!