Urban Spirit Sword Fairy

Chapter 802 Dead Horses as Living Horse Doctors

Lin Fan had no room to resist, and then he knew that he might die in Wang Bojin's hands.

However, he really didn't have any room to resist.

He soaked in the tub.

The high temperature was maintained in the bathtub, and Lin Fan felt his skin was burned as soon as he entered.

Only the back, the place covered with dragon scales, is cool and refreshing.

Wang Bojin's face showed a greedy look, he patted the tub with his palm, and poured mana into the tub continuously.

Lin Fan felt his right side, where Long Xin was, and jumped wildly.

Severe pain continued to spread from his right chest, as if there was a force trying to pull Lin Fan's right heart out.

"what."

Lin Fan couldn't bear the pain and let out a scream.

Afterwards, he gritted his teeth and stared at Wang Bojin who was standing next to the bathtub and casting spells.

Wang Bojin frowned. He did this to force out the dragon's heart in Lin Fan's body.

The dragon's heart can only be kept alive in this bathtub containing dragon blood.

If he directly held the knife and dug out the heart, Wang Bojin was worried that the dragon heart would stop beating immediately.

That would be worth the loss.

Wang Bojin's eyebrows were twisted into one strand, and there was an ugly look on his face, but he couldn't force this dragon's heart.

He strengthens mana.

The sharp pain doubled in an instant.

Lin Fan clenched his teeth tightly, but then, Lin Fan discovered a very strange phenomenon.

In this bathtub, there is a small stream of blood that penetrates the skin and penetrates into his body.

this is.

But wherever this little stream of blood soaked in, Lin Fan's skin would feel refreshed.

"The dragon's blood that was in Gong Xiangfei's body before is now flowing into my body."

Lin Fan had such a guess.

There are variables!

Thinking of this, Lin Fan continued to maintain a look of pain on his face, secretly feeling this small stream of blood.

And this small stream of blood, after entering Lin Fan's body, went straight to the dragon's heart.

After a while, this small stream of blood was completely integrated into the dragon's heart.

"what happened."

Wang Bojin's expression turned ugly.

Because Lin Fan's appearance was changing rapidly.

On the surface of Lin Fan's body, black dragon scales grew rapidly, covering his whole body except his head.

"Could it be."

Wang Bojin thought of a bad possibility.

Could it be that the dragon blood in Gong Xiangfei's body was refining the dragon's heart in Lin Fan's body.

After this idea appeared in his mind, Wang Bojin wanted to stop casting spells.

But he found that at this moment, the dragon's heart was absorbing his mana like a bottomless pit, and he couldn't stop it!

How could this be so!

Sweat stains appeared on Wang Bo's forehead, so it's not a trivial matter to suck it up like this, and it might directly suck him into a useless person.

Soon, Wang Bojin figured it out. Refining a dragon's heart requires a lot of magic power.

Lin Fan's mana was sealed at this time, and he had no mana to refine it at all.

So the current situation is that this Lin Fan is refining the Dragon Heart, and he is still refining it with his mana!

This made Wang Bojin extremely angry.

He wanted to slap Lin Fan to death with one palm, but he found that he couldn't slap his hand at all.

Soon, the magic power in his body was sucked out.

If this continued, he might be sucked into a useless person.

Wang Bojin was quite decisive, he raised his hand and sucked it.

Before Gong Xiangfei's sword flew to his left hand, he decisively slashed directly on his right arm.

In the dungeon, there was a muffled hum.

Wang Bojin cut off his right hand directly.

Lin Fan is the party involved in refining Longxin, so how could he not know the situation at this time.

Wang Bojin's decisiveness exceeded Lin Fan's expectations.

But Lin Fan soon understood that this guy was the one who controlled Purgatory Mountain after all, and his mind was not firm and decisive, so how could he suppress countless masters in such a place.

Wang Guocai, who was in the prison not far away, had a pained expression on his face.

He watched Lin Fan being sent in and being stewed like a stew, but he was helpless.

But suddenly, Wang Bojin chopped off his right arm.

Wang Guocai was confused, what is the situation?

"Suck." The pain made Wang Bojin gasp.

"Good boy, how dare you use me." Wang Bojin said through gritted teeth.

Now that he failed to refine the dragon heart, he broke his arm instead, which made Wang Bojin like an erupting volcano, and his eyes were like burning fire.

At this moment, he raised his right hand, intending to hit Lin Fan with a palm.

But he found himself limp and weak.

His magic power has been sucked away, and his combat power at this time is probably only slightly stronger than ordinary people.

Wang Bojin's left hand slapped Lin Fan's body, but it didn't cause any disturbance.

If Wang Bojin's mana was still there, he might be able to kill Lin Fan.

But now, his palm without mana seemed to give Lin Fan an itch.

Lin Fan's skin had black dragon scales.

Wang Bojin hurriedly turned around and ran out of the prison, he wanted his subordinates to deal with Lin Fan.

"Brother." Wang Guocai shouted loudly.

He didn't know what happened just now, he only saw Wang Bojin slap Lin Fan, then turned and ran out.

At this moment, Lin Fan slowly opened his eyes.

He clenched his fists tightly, but there was no joy in his heart.

At this time, within his body, there was a huge monster energy, which was rampaging.

"quick!"

Lin Fan picked up Gong Xiangfei's sword that was on the ground, split open the prison, and cut off the iron chains that bound Wang Guocai.

"Take off the iron hook on my back." Lin Fan said anxiously: "Hurry up."

Wang Guocai hurriedly reached out and pulled out Lin Fan's bloody iron hook.

Feeling the pain from his back, Lin Fan frowned.

Afterwards, he hastily operated the exercises in his body, forcibly suppressing the boiling monster energy in his body.

Soon, the dragon scales on Lin Fan's body completely disappeared, and he looked like a normal person.

Lin Fan hurriedly helped Wang Guocai pull out the iron hook behind his back.

Enduring the pain, Wang Guocai glanced at the direction of the dungeon entrance with lingering fear: "Brother, it may not be easy for us to rush out."

"There is only one way." Lin Fan took a deep breath.

"What method?" Wang Guocai asked.

Lin Fan whispered a few words in Wang Guocai's ear.

"Can this be done?" Wang Guocai frowned. He didn't think Lin Fan's idea would work.

"Take a dead horse as a living horse doctor." Lin Fan said.

Wang Bojin went out very, very quickly, and returned to the dungeon with a dozen men in black robes.

His face was gloomy, like a raging lion.

And his dozen or so subordinates also looked at Wang Bojin's broken right hand from time to time.

They don't know what happened in the dungeon.

Soon, they saw Lin Fan lying on the ground in the dungeon, while Wang Guocai was crying loudly beside him.

(End of this chapter)