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Blood?!
The young Taoist looked at the Dragon Emperor who was standing on the dragon's head with an overbearing and arrogant look. He looked so overbearing and confident, so calm and composed, and had the majestic aura of the unparalleled overlord eight thousand years ago. It seemed that the Dragon Emperor was a little unhappy because he was not able to suppress the young Taoist in front of him during the conversation, and did so on purpose.
But, but——
The young Taoist subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanted to speak, and directly took a mouthful of dragon blood. An incomparable amount of essence flew directly into the young Taoist's body and fell into his Dantian Qi Ding. The loud sound seemed to explode in his soul, making his consciousness dazed for a moment, and his body was burning and painful, and his Dantian began to rapidly breathe in and out this Qi.
It was so scorching and hot that Qi Wuhuo couldn't utter a word.
When the Dragon Emperor saw his appearance, he laughed happily, flicked his sleeves, looked at him calmly, and said with a hint of joking, "It's okay, go now!"
"I'll take care of you enough!"
The young Taoist priest was suspended in the air, sighing deeply. He still couldn't say the last sentence, and entered a very deep level of cultivation. That sentence was just echoed vaguely in his heart -
"My sword and harp are still with me!!!"
"You can't."
"Water them with your blood"
The blood of the Dragon Emperor is extremely murderous and rich. Even though his body has been dead for eight thousand years, the blood has not disappeared. It is still filled with incomparable and powerful divine will and Yuan Qi. That is why the Dragon Emperor said that only those with a solid foundation can withstand it!
Because of its strong bloody aura and because of its experience in killing and fighting in the six realms.
It is enough to cause an extremely severe impact on the Tao heart of any living being.
But at this moment, the bloody evil energy in the dragon blood turned into streams and flew into the sword on the young Taoist's waist. The Blood River Sword madly devoured the blood of the top emperor level. If the sword had a spirit, it would almost go crazy. The spiritual reaction was first stunned, and then tried, couldn't believe it, still couldn't believe it, and continued to taste it.
The blood of the emperor?
Still the dragon clan!
True blood? !!!
Unlimited?!
What the hell! What the hell!
Following Lu Dongbin, I went hungry for nine meals in three days.
Now I can finally see the bright moon.
After experiencing such fluctuations, the spirit of the Blood River Sword was like a starving ghost who had been hungry for a hundred or eight lifetimes and finally saw the best food in the world. It madly absorbed this vast amount of real blood. All the blood evil energy was swallowed up by the Blood River Sword. With the sound of the piano, the fighting energy was absorbed and nourished. The fire energy on the wrist of the right hand became stagnant, and then joined in the process of dividing the fighting intention.
In the end, all the pure essence gathered into Qi Wuhuo's body and fell into his Qi Ding. This power was so huge that an ordinary practitioner would be eager to greedily devour this power and absorb the power from the Dragon Emperor of the Demon Clan in order to quickly improve his foundation and strength.
However, even though Qi Wuhuo had already entered the state of practice in a state of "darkness and vagueness, as if existing and not existing".
I still instinctively resist this kind of practice.
He was totally unwilling to swallow this power and totally unwilling to accept it. The Dragon Emperor, sitting on the dragon head, was surprised that the jar of real blood fell on the young Taoist and only wrapped around his body. Not a single bit of it escaped into him. It seemed that the young Taoist was simply unable to accept even a little bit of the blessing of dragon blood.
The Dragon Emperor raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was surprised and a little shocked, and said thoughtfully:
"Hmm? That shouldn't be the case."
"You can't even bear it a little bit?"
"But, based on the talent he just showed, he is more than capable of bearing a considerable portion of it... I still think his strength is too weak, and he wants to rely on the help of dragon blood to improve it a little bit. Well, there are indeed people like this..."
"He is the so-called person whose Tao heart is strong but whose foundation is weak."
"I see, are you like this too?"
"It's a pity."
The Dragon Emperor lowered his eyes and drank, watching Qi Wuhuo's movements continuing. He wanted to see how much power this Taoist could withstand. What he said before, that it was enough, was not empty talk. With the huge size of his true body and the vast amount of true blood, those with a solid Taoist heart and a strong foundation could withstand the amount of a jar of wine.
It can strengthen your strength, make you invulnerable to swords and knives, and make your breath last long while your strength becomes overwhelming.
The control over the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth will also be improved.
There are also those with extremely high talents and comprehension, who can comprehend the magical powers and methods of the dragon race, and can make a great name for themselves in the mortal world; if they are immortal gods, the power of dragon blood they can withstand will become even greater, and as for even more, it does not matter, as their true bodies are huge, and their qi and blood are vigorous, a slight loss is just like this -
As for the true blood of this body being completely devoured?
Haa ...
Unless it is one of the Three Pure Ones, who has gone through tribulations and reincarnated into a true person and come here again.
His determination in the Tao may be firm, so it may be possible.
Who else can do this? Who can do this!
Absolutely impossible!
He was drinking, enjoying himself, clapping his hands and singing, as if he were chanting to himself, but suddenly he realized something was wrong. He looked up and saw that the blood surrounding Qi Wuhuo's body began to surge, as if it was tending to be refined into his internal organs. He was slightly surprised, and smiled, sweeping away the regretful look just now, and said with a smile: "I told you!"
"Since he is Xuan Zhen's junior fellow apprentice, his foundation cannot be too bad."
"I don't have much time left, and my remaining soul is about to leave. These true bloods will be used as an opportunity for you. The remaining true bloods and spirits will return to the world, or return to the shores of the East China Sea, to give some opportunities to the descendants of the dragon clan..."
The Dragon Emperor 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 was as hot as the sun.
Such tremendous pain forced Qi Wuhuo to concentrate fully on himself in order to cope with it. Gradually, he almost forgot his current environment and his situation. This experience made him subconsciously recall a similar experience from last time.
It is at Helian Mountain, or rather, at the foot of Fangcun Mountain.
In his own room, under the guidance of Taoist Qingyu, he created his own method of cultivation by combining the alchemy method.
In a trance, I seemed to see the Taoist priest with a cold expression and a serious face again.
Taoist Qingyu seemed to still be looking at him calmly.
He didn't need to say anything, just looked at Qi Wuhuo quietly, but what he wanted to say had been conveyed very clearly. The young Taoist lowered his eyes, slowly formed a Taoist seal with his hands, closed his eyes, and practiced the magic that he had created when he was at the foot of Helian Mountain.
Mining and refining are stopped!
The Qi body does not differentiate, and the Yuan is refined through nine transformations!
Dragon blood is not dragon blood, but the evolution of all living things, and it is also the incarnation of Qi.
The Qi entering my body is no different from breathing the Qi of all things. Since I can use the Nine-Turn Refining Method to use the Yuan Qi between heaven and earth to temper my own body, then why can't I treat this thing as Yuan Qi to temper myself? Doesn't that mean the Dragon Emperor was born after birth? Didn't he come from the transformation of one Qi?
The reason why we cannot——
In fact, it is just because in my heart, I still cannot regard all things as being transformed by one Qi.
Qi Wuhuo no longer rejected the dragon blood Qi, and then the whole jar of dragon blood Qi was swallowed into his body. Then the Qi Cauldron began to flow and change, and bursts of majestic Qi suddenly rose from his body. This blood-colored Qi flowed and changed through Qi Wuhuo's body, causing the air around him to distort.
First turn, refine the essence!
The Dragon Emperor raised his eyes slightly, and with some satisfaction, he said, "Oh? It seems that you have restrained yourself and concealed something before?"
"Hahaha, that doesn't seem to be enough?"
"Okay, okay, I can't recover anyway, so who would benefit from this body of blood?"
"Let's see how much foundation you have?!"
"Come!"
With a sweep of his sleeves, another huge jar of true blood emerged, rushing towards Qi Wuhuo's direction. The bloody aura was taken by the sword, and the rest of the fighting and killing were divided between Qin and Huo Yao. Only the pure essence fell down. The young Taoist's body trembled violently, his eyes closed, and his skin turned red, as if he had endured an incomparable weight, and his muscles and bones made a slight sound.
But he endured it!
He then inhaled and exhaled, and used the force of the Nine Turns of the Pill to forcibly turn this majestic Qi!
Second turn!
Thus, countless amounts of qi and blood gathered and turned into silk threads, all entwined around Qi Wuhuo; the Dragon Emperor widened his eyes, and waved his sleeves again. The qi and blood infused became more and more majestic and turbulent, almost like a long river, rushing towards Qi Wuhuo. This was already the third turn of momentum. The young Taoist's hairpin fell down, his black hair fluttered slightly, and the qi around him condensed into strands of blood-colored threads.
The third turn is as majestic as a long river.
A red fire pattern lit up on the back of Qi Wuhuo's right hand, and the vast essence first fell into this place, reversed into the Fire Star, and then flowed from the Fire Star before falling into the body of the young man in front of him. This was because Qi Wuhuo could not bear such a tremendous force at all, and at this moment his mind was in a daze and uncontrollable, and the Fire Star moved on its own to help it store it temporarily.
But looking around——
It was as if all the true blood was swallowed up by the young Taoist in one breath!
!!!!!!!
"Um?!!"
The Dragon Emperor stood up suddenly, shocked and astonished, losing his previous calmness.
What kind of foundation is this?!
What kind of method is this? !
The Dragon Emperor was stunned and dazed, then he immediately noticed the real blood that was falling like a surging river, and his forehead twitched.
Then he suddenly murmured, "Is what I just said a little too much?"
"Friend Qi, can I still regret it?"
"That's all."
He was helpless, sat down dejectedly, and said with a bitter smile: "It's too late to say that what I just said doesn't count now."
"The sons and grandsons of the dragons of the East China Sea."
"Our ancestors left nothing for you."
“It’s just this person’s good karma.”
"But you can think about it."
The Dragon Emperor comforted himself, and seemed to be comforting the East China Sea dragons that he had never seen:
"Perhaps this person's good karma is more valuable than this body of true blood?"
"Maybe?"
Qi Wuhuo's body changed dramatically, but his mind was at peace. He was just circulating his own Qi, moving his Qi and body simultaneously, practicing the Nine Revolutions method of refining Yuan. His previous attempts at refining Yuan were always limited by the power of Yuan Qi and could not reach a higher level. This time, with the Nine Revolutions method of refining Yuan, it seemed as if the Yuan was endless, and sometimes it was wasted, but it still appeared in an endless stream.
Qi Wuhuo did not swallow the real dragon blood as a treasure like other cultivators who obtained it.
He did not accept and refine this power to improve his cultivation.
Instead, ignite it under the Qi Ding!
Using the blood of a real dragon as the fire and me as the furnace, it is refined through nine transformations.
Just like the transformation during elixir refining, with each turn, the medicinal properties of the elixir will leap to a higher level. Now with each turn, Qi Wuhuo's Qi will become more pure, and his body will become more solid and powerful.
By the third turn, Qi Wuhuo's Qi had become extremely mellow and pure!
I have used the blood of a true dragon to refine my Qi body, and I have done my best!
Or, in other words, this is the limit of ordinary people. When the Dragon Emperor saw the rising Qi from the young Taoist priest, and that the Qi was extremely pure, which could be said to be the ultimate for a real person, he felt a little relieved and thought that this was the limit, and he should stop now. However, he saw the seal in the young Taoist priest's hand paused, and then suddenly turned again.
Moreover, an infinite amount of Dragon Emperor's true blood fell into his body, turning into flames that burned violently.
So the tempering starts again!
The Dragon Emperor's expression was slightly condensed, his eyes were slightly absent-minded, and he murmured:
"This is... such a pure Qi, such a pure foundation, are you still not satisfied?"
"What are you doing?"
Leave some for me.
The Dragon Emperor immediately suppressed this thought, took a long breath, and picked up the wine jar, his palms trembling slightly.
Then he gritted his teeth, as if he was biting steel or iron, spitting fire, and spoke word by word:
"Oh--"
"Enough!"
In fact, during the third turn, Qi Wuhuo instinctively wanted to stop, but at that time, in the jade pendant on the Taoist's waist, only the jade token of [Qi] was slightly lit. In the sea of consciousness, the Taoist was refining the essence for the ninth time. When he wanted to stop, he heard a cold and indifferent voice, which was plain but very familiar:
"Nine Turns of Refining Essence, only the third turn is enough?"
"Why not, do the best you can."
"All you want?"
A man walked over and sat in front of him.
The young Taoist raised his eyes and was stunned.
"Senior Qingyu?"
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