I am immortal

? ? ?

Blood? !

The young Taoist looked at the domineering Dragon King standing on the dragon's head. He looked domineering and confident, calm and unhurried, and had the majesty of the unparalleled overlord eight thousand years ago - it seemed that the Dragon King was because While I was talking, I felt a little unhappy that I couldn't overpower the young Taoist in front of me, and I did so on purpose.

But, but——

The young Taoist subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to speak, and directly drank a mouthful of dragon's blood. A majestic stream of essence flew directly into the young Taoist's body and fell into his Dantian Qingding. The roaring sound seemed to be in the soul. The explosion caused him to lose consciousness for a moment, and his body was in burning pain, and his Dantian began to quickly absorb the Qi.

It was so intense and so hot that Qi Wuzhuo couldn't say a word.

When the Dragon King saw his appearance, he laughed happily, flicked his sleeves, looked calmly, and said with a hint of joking, "It's okay, let's go!"

"Enough of you!"

The young Taoist monk was suspended in the air, sighing, but still couldn't say the last sentence, and entered into a very deep level of practice, and that sentence only echoed blankly in his heart——

‘My sword and harp are still with me! ! ! ’

'you can not. ’

‘Water them with your blood’

The blood of the Dragon King is extremely lethal and extremely rich. Even though this body has been dead for eight thousand years, this blood has not disappeared and is still full of unparalleled, tyrannical divine will and energy. Qi, that's why the Dragon King said that only those with a solid foundation can bear it!

Because of his strong blood-evil spirit, and because he has been fighting in the six realms of killing and fighting.

It is enough to cause a severe impact on the Taoist heart of any living being.

But at this moment, the blood evil energy in the dragon's blood turned into streams and flew into the sword body at the young Taoist's waist. This blood river sword crazily devoured the blood of the top emperor level. , If the sword has spirit, it almost goes crazy. The spiritual reaction is first stunned, and then it tries, in disbelief or disbelief, and continues to taste.

Damn it, the blood of the Great Emperor? !

Still a dragon!

True blood? ! ! !

Damn, unlimited? !

Holy crap, crap, crap!

Following Lu Dongbin, I was hungry for nine meals in three days.

Only now can we keep watch until the sky opens and the moon shines.

After experiencing such fluctuations, the spirit of the Blood River Sword was like a starving ghost who had been hungry for a hundred and eighty lifetimes before seeing the best food in the world. It frantically absorbed this majestic true blood, and all the blood evil energy was absorbed by the blood. The river sword was swallowed, and the sound of the piano burst out, and the fighting spirit was absorbed and nourished. The fire energy on the right wrist was sluggish, and then joined the process of dividing the fighting spirit.

In the end, all the pure essence gathered into Qi Wuhuo's body and fell into his Qi Cauldron. This power was too huge. Ordinary practitioners would be eager to greedily devour this power. To absorb this power from the Dragon King of the Demon Race to quickly improve one's foundation and strength.

But even though Qi Wuhuo had already entered into the cultivation of "Yao Yao Mingming, Ruo Xing Ruo Die".

I still instinctively resist such practice.

Completely unwilling to swallow this power, completely unwilling to accept it, the Dragon King sat on the dragon's head, but was surprised that the jar of true blood fell on the young Taoist, and it was only wrapped around him, with a trace of None of them have escaped into it. It seems that this young Taoist has no way to accept even a little bit of dragon blood blessing.

The Dragon King's brows were slightly raised, if he was surprised, a little shocked, and he said thoughtfully:

"Huh? It shouldn't be."

"Can't you bear it even a little bit?"

"However, the talent he just showed is enough to withstand a considerable part of it... I also think that his strength is too weak. I want to rely on the help of dragon blood to improve it slightly. Well, it is indeed possible. Such people exist..."

"The so-called Dao heart is strong, but the foundation is weak."

"I see, is this the case for you too?"

"It's a pity."

The Dragon King lowered his eyes and drank, watching Qi Wulu's movements still continuing. He wanted to see how much power this Taoist could withstand. What he said before, that the so-called control was enough, was not an empty lie. With his true body It is huge, and the amount of true blood can be called vast. The ordinary Taoist heart has a strong foundation and can withstand the amount of a jar of wine.

It can strengthen the strength, be invulnerable to swords, have long breath, and powerful force.

The control over the Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth will also be improved.

Those with extremely high talents and understanding can understand the magical powers and methods of the Dragon Clan, and can make a great name in the world; if they are immortals, they can withstand more dragon blood power. As for No matter how much it is, it doesn't matter. The true body is huge, and the Qi and blood are strong, and the slight loss is nothing more than this——

As for all the true blood in this body being swallowed up?

Aha!

Unless it is the Taoist Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty who has been reincarnated and transformed into a real person again and comes here.

His Taoist heart is strong, perhaps so.

Others, who can do this? Who can do this!

Absolutely impossible!

He was drinking and enjoying himself, beating the knots and singing, as if chanting to himself, when he suddenly noticed something was wrong. He raised his eyes and saw that the blood surrounding Qi Wuhuo began to surge, and there seemed to be some inner refining movement towards him. He was slightly surprised by the trend of transformation. He smiled, brushing away the look of pity and regret just now, and said with a smile: "I'll tell you!"

"Since he is Junior Brother Xuanzhen, his foundation cannot be too bad."

"I don't have much time left, and my remnant soul is about to leave. This true blood will be treated as giving you an opportunity. The remaining true blood and Shen Yun will return to the world, or return to the world. The shores of the East China Sea will give the descendants of the dragon clan some opportunities..."

The Dragon King was stunned.

Suddenly he was startled and felt something was wrong.

He suddenly lowered his head and looked at Qi Wuhuo.

Um? ? ! !

……………………

hot--

blazing!

The pain is as intense as the sun.

Such huge pain made Qi Wuhuo have to concentrate on himself to be able to compete. Slowly, he almost forgot about the environment he was in now and his situation. This experience made him subconsciously recall the last time. Similar experience.

It is at the foot of Helian Mountain, or in other words, Fangcun Mountain.

In his own room, under the guidance of the Qingyu Taoist, he combined the alchemy method to create a practice method.

In a daze, he seemed to see the cold and unsmiling Taoist in front of him again.

Taoist Qingyu seemed to be still watching him calmly.

He didn't need words, he just looked at Qi Wuhuo quietly, but what he wanted to say was conveyed very clearly. The young Taoist lowered his eyes, slowly formed the Taoist seal with his hands, closed his eyes, and circulated his thoughts at the foot of Helian Mountain. A method created by time.

Harvesting and refining are prohibited!

Qi body does not differentiate, use nine turns to refine the essence!

Dragon blood is not dragon blood, but the evolution of all living things, and it is also the incarnation of Yiqi.

Its Qi entering my body is no different from breathing the Qi of all things. Since I can use the nine-turn Yuan Qi method to refine my body with the Yuan Qi between heaven and earth, why can't I also treat this thing as Yuan Qi? Qi is used to temper me. Could it be said that the Dragon Emperor was not born after tomorrow? Didn't he come from the transformation of Yiqi?

The reason why it can’t be——

In fact, it's just because in my heart, I still can't regard all things as being transformed into one energy.

Qi Wuhuo no longer rejected many dragon blood Qi, and then all the dragon blood Qi was swallowed into his body. Then the Qi cauldron circulated and changed, and bursts of majestic Qi suddenly rose up all over his body. This bloody energy Qi flowed and changed from Qi Wuhuo's body, causing the air around him to distort.

One turn, refining the essence!

The Dragon King raised his eyes slightly, feeling somewhat satisfied, and said, "Oh? It seems that he restrained himself before and covered up something?"

"Hahaha, it seems like it's not enough?"

"Okay, okay, anyway, I can't turn around and revive. This body of true blood will make it easier for everyone, isn't it?"

"Let's see, how basic are you?!"

"Come!"

With a sweep of his sleeves and robe, there was another huge altar of majestic true blood, heading towards Qi Wuluo's direction. The blood-evil spirit was captured by the sword, while the rest of the fighting and killing came from Qin and Huoyao. Only the pure essence fell. The body of the young Taoist trembled violently, his eyes were closed, his skin turned red, as if he had endured an unparalleled weight, and his muscles and bones made a slight sound.

But he endured it!

Immediately, he exhaled and breathed, and then used the elixir to form nine turns, forcibly turning this majestic Qi!

Second turn!

So the countless qi and blood gathered and turned into silk threads, all wrapped around Qi Wuhuo. The Dragon King's eyes widened, and he swept his sleeves again. The qi and blood infusion became more majestic and surging, almost like a long river, rushing towards Qi Wuhuo, this is already the third turn. The young Taoist's hairpin fell down, his black hair slightly raised, the energy around him condensed, and strands of blood gathered together.

The third turn is as majestic as a long river.

A red fire pattern lit up on the back of Qi Wuzhuo's right hand. The majestic Yuan Jing first fell here, reversed into the fire sun, and then flowed from the fire sun before falling into the body of the young man in front of him. This was because Qi Wuzhuo couldn't bear it at all. Such a majestic power, but at this moment, his mind was wandering and uncontrollable. The fire sun moved on its own to help it store it temporarily.

But take a closer look——

But it seemed that all the countless true blood was swallowed up by the young Taoist!

! ! ! !

"Um?!!"

The Dragon King suddenly stood up, shocked and shocked, losing his previous calmness.

What kind of foundation is this? !

What kind of method is this? !

The Dragon King was stunned and lost his mind, and immediately noticed the real blood falling down like a raging river, and his forehead twitched.

Fu suddenly murmured: "Are the words I just said a little too full?"

"Fellow Daoist Qi, can I still regret it?"

"That's all."

He had no choice but to sit down and said with a wry smile: "It's too late now to say that I just didn't count."

"The sons and grandsons of the East China Sea."

"The ancestors have nothing left for you."

"This is the only good thing about this person."

"But you can think about it."

The Dragon King comforted himself and seemed to be comforting the East China Sea Dragon Clan he had never seen before:

"Perhaps this person's good karma is more precious than this body's true blood?"

"Maybe?"

Qi Wuhuo's body changed drastically, and his mind was at peace. He was just running his Qi Xing Qi body parallel to the nine-turn method of refining Yuan. In the past, when refining Yuan Qi, he was always limited by the power of Yuan Qi and could not reach a higher level. This time Nine turns of energy refining, this energy seems to be endless, sometimes it is wasted, but it still appears in an endless stream.

Qi Wuhuo did not swallow it into his body as a treasure like ordinary monks who obtained the true dragon's blood.

He did not accept and refine this power to improve his cultivation.

Instead, ignite it under the Qi Cauldron!

Use the true dragon's blood as the fire, use me as the furnace, and refine it in nine turns.

Just like the transformation when refining an elixir, with each turn, the medicinal properties of the elixir will jump to a higher level. Now with each turn, Qi Wulu's Qi will become purer, and his body will become more solid and powerful.

By the third turn, Qi Wuhuo's Qi was extremely mellow and pure!

I have used the blood of the true dragon to temper my Qi Body Dao, and I have completed my work!

In other words, the limit of ordinary people is already like this. The Dragon Emperor saw the Qi rising in the young Taoist's body, and saw that the Qi was extremely pure and could be called the ultimate of a real person. He felt a little relieved and felt that this was enough. It was the ultimate, and it was time to stop now, but when he saw the seal in the young Taoist's hand, he paused, and then suddenly turned again.

The immeasurable and majestic Dragon King's true blood fell into his body, turning into flames and burning violently.

So the tempering starts again!

The Dragon King's expression was slightly condensed, his eyes were slightly absent-minded, and he murmured:

"This is... such pure Qi, such a pure foundation, aren't you satisfied?"

"What are you doing?"

Leave some for me.

The Dragon King immediately suppressed this idea, took a long breath, and lifted the wine jar, his palms trembling slightly.

Then he gritted his teeth, like biting steel, spitting out fire, and said word by word:

"Ah--"

"No matter! That's enough!"

In fact, on the third turn, Qi Wuhuo instinctively wanted to stop, but at that time, in the jade pendant on the young Taoist's waist, only the jade plate of [Qi] was slightly lit, and he knew In the sea, the young Taoist was refining his energy for the ninth time, and was about to stop, but he heard a light and cold voice, unremarkable, but very familiar:

"Is it enough to only take the third turn of nine rounds of refining essence?"

"Why not, do whatever you can."

"All you want?"

A man came pacing and sat in front of him.

The young Taoist raised his eyes and was stunned.

"Senior Qingyu?"