Bad Boy Cultivation in Another World: The Merry Immortal

It's as if a stone enters the blue waves, and the ripples rise suddenly!

There was a "squeak" in the elixir pool, and the elixir rose into the air, turning into a five-clawed blood dragon, as if it was about to melt into the clouds and go away. 【 】Ye Ning moved his right hand, and a wave of spiritual power covered the blood dragon tightly.He shouted: "Blood spar!"

Immediately, Wu Gandao threw out the nine blood spar stones!This stone has already been refined by him, so it is pure and free of blemishes, each and every one is as bright and clean as a pearl!

Ye Ning controlled the spiritual power to rotate continuously, like small whirlwinds. The blood spar was cut into pieces and embedded in the huge body of the blood dragon, like shiny scales!The blood dragon suddenly trembled with prestige, as if it contained infinite vitality.Ye Ning continued to shout: "Blood Demon Orb!"

Two Blood Demon Orbs soared into the sky.

In addition to buying one from Qianye Pavilion, the Wu family actually has another one!It is indeed a powerful family that has stood on the mainland for nearly ten thousand years and cannot be ignored.Not allowing Ye Ning to think too much, he hurriedly controlled the two blood demon beads and shot them towards the longan.

The finishing touch!

Immediately, the blood dragon seemed to come alive, the wind was surging, and the dragon roared!

"Okay!" Wu Gandao shouted loudly: "The momentum is extraordinary, Sect Master Ye, it seems that success is imminent!"

Ye Ning didn't dare to answer his words, and ran the "Burning Blood Resurrection Technique" with all his strength.I saw that the blood of Xianjun wrapped in countless handprints was shining brightly, and that light seemed to be a ray of flame in the boundless darkness, illuminating the blood dragon's way forward. "Huhu..." The blood dragon's huge body penetrated into the blood of Xianjun.

"Woo--" Ye Ning let out a long breath.Until now, everything was under his control.He glanced at the blood essence of Xianjun in the air. The essence blood that was originally the size of a goose egg continued to grow, and now it was the size of a child's fist.Inside, there seemed to be a life wriggling, constantly absorbing the vitality of the blood dragon.The blood dragon was transformed from a whole pool of medicinal liquid, all of which were high-quality elixir that could produce the essence of life, and there were even rare treasures such as blood magic beads and blood spar.

Taking this opportunity, Ye Ning swallowed a few more elixir to replenish his spiritual energy.Immediately afterwards, he said to Wu Gandao with a serious face: "Friend Wu Daoist, when the blood is broken and the body is formed, there will be a fatal attack from the gate of reincarnation. Ye hopes that all the elders can avoid it! "

"Avoid?" Wu Gandao said with a frown, "No! At this time, we will never leave because of the prosperity of the martial arts lineage. Even if there is any danger, can we wait for dozens of sect monks to handle it?"

Ye Ning shook his head, since they didn't believe it, he didn't say much.These old antiques, who have lived for countless years, don't know how to be afraid if they don't suffer a little bit.He said loudly: "Ye Mou has already warned that if something unexpected happens, Ye Mou will definitely not help. Moreover, Ye Mou is focused on performing the soul-returning technique, and I am afraid that even if he wants to make a move, he will be powerless to help."

"Sect Master Ye, don't worry, as long as the ancestors of the Wu family can be resurrected, all the price will be worth it!"

"it is good!"

Ye Ning didn't say much anymore, he took out the Fengshen pen, and wrote countless symbols in the air, slowly disappearing in the surroundings.He integrated his understanding of the Supreme Chaos Dao into the symbols, hoping to use the power of chaos to offset the power of reincarnation.Then, he sacrificed his palm to protect himself.

At this time, Xianjun's blood essence is about eight feet high, and the figure inside has already taken shape, complete with hands and feet, and the head is trying to grow upwards. "Ho...ho..." Ye Ning seemed to hear a cry. "Who awakened this immortal's sleeping soul? Who is it?" That strange and magical voice was clearly from Wu Yaokong, the ancestor of the martial arts family.