The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

After Hua Yang's earnest persuasion, Su Minglang calmed down, and stopped entangled with Yu Feiran, but guarded Yunying to protect her, fearing that some monsters would appear out of nowhere during this time, and take advantage of her illness to kill her, Give her a sap.

Seeing this, Yu Feiran stopped bothering him, and took Hua Yang to check Qinglong's body beside him.

Although there is no flesh and blood, the remains of Qinglong, a demon emperor, are still extremely precious. Yu Feiran looked at the sunken eye sockets on the huge dragon's head, rubbed his chin and thought.

It would be a pity not to use such a large dragon corpse.It's a pity to dismantle the refiner, it's better...

Seeing his serious face, Hua Yang couldn't help shivering.

Generally speaking, when Yu Feiran shows this kind of expression, it often means that he is going to make a big plan.

A grand project that no one else would have dared to think about, but would condemn with horror as heresy.

"Senior Brother Yu?" He tentatively asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Yu Feiran focused on the sunken longan eyes: "Do you know that there is a special kind of soul restraining pill, which can not only restrain the living soul, but also control the corpses of other monsters with the living soul inside the pill."

Hua Yang opened his mouth in shock: "Brother, this...isn't right."

Yu Feiran saw his frightened face, and chuckled: "What are you afraid of, such a powerful green dragon, something that only exists in legends, even if I really want to use deception to control it, I can't do it now Ah. If the bones are broken, wouldn’t the gains outweigh the losses.”

Hua Yang broke into a cold sweat, thinking that it would be shocking enough to have this idea, but whether it can be done or not is another matter.

After all, it's Qinglong, so it's only natural that it can't be done.

Seeing that he stopped making noise, Yu Feiran turned his attention to Qinglong again, and countless houses with tricky secret alchemy flashed in his mind.

On the flying boat outside the secret realm, Zhuo Pengju sat cross-legged on the deck, a palm-sized slender frost sword rotated in front of his chest in the positive and negative directions, and wisps of clouds were condensed with the rotation of the frost sword , converging into a solid snowball.

When the snowball was about the size of a fist, the clouds no longer condensed, but the snowball gradually shrunk, revealing the frost sword that had been surrounded for a long time.

After being tempered, the Frost Sword is more pure, its color is like frost and snow, and it is better than Gengjin.

After one round of polishing was over, Zhuo Pengju was about to do another round, when suddenly his heart moved and he stretched out his wide palm towards the front.

However, a fingernail-sized red bead landed on his palm, the red bead was as coral-like in color and blazing with flames. What's more, there seemed to be a heartbeat in it.

"Sure enough, it's still such a day." Zhuo Pengju sighed, looking at Hong Zhu with a little helplessness in his eyes.

He avoided another elder, went back to his cabin, and put the red beads on the futon after placing several restrictions.

The other hand spread out, and the fiery red Ganoderma lucidum appeared out of thin air. With a little force, Zhuo Pengju squeezed the Ganoderma lucidum into juice.

The light of the red beads flickered again and again, absorbing them all.With each drop of Ganoderma lucidum liquid absorbed, the color of the red beads became more transparent. After absorbing dozens of drops of juice, the red beads became completely transparent, and Feng Jing, who was as small as a fingernail, could be seen sitting cross-legged.

Zhuo Pengju took out a box of Fire Essence again and poured it on the red beads. In an instant, the sound of breaking the shell rang out again and again.