The Sovereign of the Nine Realms

Chapter 1869 Blood Spirit Son!

Chapter 1869 Blood Spirit Son!

"When you are about to die, don't you find it ridiculous to still have such a big dream?"

Ling Hantian's face was indifferent, and his hands formed seals, and more Vulcan flames rushed out, enveloping Mu Qilin.

laugh!laugh!
Endless black smoke rose, and a thick stench was emitted all around, and the wood unicorn's breath weakened rapidly.

A burst of screams spread, and Mu Qilin felt the breath of death, and endless fear arose in his heart.

"No, Ling Hantian, you can't kill me, if you kill me, our Mu family will not let you go!"

Mu Qilin's voice was full of resentment, and the only thing he could count on now was that he was a descendant of the Mu family.

"The Mu family? You have done such a thing. I don't know how Zhentian Haicheng will treat your Mu family if it finds out!"

Ling Hantian sneered, and stepped up refining efforts.

"I, I, Ling Hantian, don't kill me, I'm willing to be your horse, do you want to learn the Art of Swallowing Spirit and Blood? This is a peerless skill equivalent to the level of the Heavenly Emperor Sutra! I can teach it to you! "

"Stop talking nonsense, you are doomed today, I, Ling Hantian, have even practiced the Heavenly Emperor Sutra, so you want to impress me with your broken kung fu?"

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For all the temptations Mu Qilin said, Ling Hantian was indifferent. Although the swallowing spirit and blood formula was powerful and weird, it was not taken seriously.

However, Ling Hantian felt that there was some reference value in this kind of evil kung fu practiced by devouring other people's blood essence and internal world, that is the fusion of blood power.

Ling Hantian possessed the blood of Emperor Wuji, and he obtained a drop of supreme divine blood in his early years. These two top bloods are not fused together now.

Ling Hantian naturally wanted to fuse the two, so that his blood would be even stronger.

Of course, this Swallowing Spirit and Blood Art is the best to get, and Ling Hantian will not force it if he can't get it. Now he can only wait for Mu Qilin to slowly refine it, and finally see if he can search for the soul.

"Ling Hantian, you must die!"

"Ling Hantian, even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go!"

"Ling Hantian,,,,"

In the melting sun furnace of the prehistoric world, Mu Qilin kept cursing, but Ling Hantian turned a deaf ear to it, and mobilized Vulcan flames with all his strength to destroy Mu Qilin.

As the wood unicorn was gradually burned, a lot of black smoke gradually accumulated in the Sun Furnace, which could not be cleared under the calcination of the Vulcan flame.

Ling Hantian glanced over it, and couldn't help frowning slightly. The smoke didn't seem to have any abnormality, but he felt it intuitively.

Smoke, not easy!
Mu Qilin has been completely exterminated, and even a trace of soul consciousness has been burned into nothingness by Vulcan flames.

The only thing left is a cloud of pitch black smoke.

The smoke gathered together and did not intend to dissipate. Ling Hantian's soul frowned as he looked at the black smoke.

However, there was no change in the pitch-black smoke, and Ling Hantian couldn't find out what happened for a while, so he had to put this matter aside for the time being.

Woohoo!

However, just when Ling Hantian was about to evacuate his soul power, the pitch-black smoke suddenly surged, as if thousands of ghosts were screaming.

Quack quack.
There was a laugh that was even weaker than Mu Qilin's gloomy laughter. Just listening to this weird laughter made people feel a sense of panic.

"who are you?"

Ling Hantian put his hands behind his back, this thing was definitely not left by the wood unicorn, and it seems that the dark smoke should be a foreign object that is close to the soul.

"Old man, Blood Spirit Son!"

The pitch-black smoke surged, and finally formed a sea of ​​blood just like the wood unicorn before, and in the center of the pitch-black smoke, a terrifying smoke skull was formed.

"I've never heard of it, how did you hide in Mu Qilin's body?"

Ling Hantian frowned. If he guessed correctly, this blood spirit child should be the devil who made a big disturbance in Tianhai City thousands of years ago.

Although Ling Hantian didn't know the past, it should be that the ancestors of the Mu family didn't kill the blood spirit seeds, so Mu Qilin got the little sparks left by this guy.

"Little guy, it seems that you are a descendant of the Zhu family, right? Hehe, I think it would be a good thing for the old man to have friendship with your ancestors of the Zhu family."

Xue Lingzi was not angry because Ling Hantian said that he had never heard of him, but there was a sense of intimacy in his words.

Ling Hantian couldn't help sneering, did this guy think he was so easy to deceive?
"Little guy, what's your name?"

"Little guy, is Zhu Junrong still alive?"

Xue Lingzi kept trying to get closer to Ling Hantian, but Ling Hantian's soul kept holding his hands behind his back, looking at the black mist who kept talking like a joke.

"Okay, if you don't tell your purpose again, Ling will not accompany you!"

At this moment, Ling Hantian shook his head slightly. Although Xue Lingzi's close words were one after another, it's a pity that Ling Hantian is not a first-time brother who just debuted.

"Hey, the young people nowadays are all like human beings. Well, the old man admits that the old man wants to go out. What conditions do you think you need to let the old man go?"

Xue Lingzi sighed repeatedly, making Ling Hantian think that what this guy said was true.

"Conditions, do you think you can come up with any conditions that will satisfy me?"

The corner of Ling Hantian's mouth curled up into a nice curve. If there was anything worthy of his attention in this Xue Lingzi, it would be the Soul Swallowing Blood Art.

Although Ling Hantian doesn't know how to practice this thing, it can be used as a reference, which also helps him to understand the path of Hunyuan Dao practice more clearly.

"Hey, what the little guy said is not bad. The old man has only a few remnant souls left, and he has nothing on him except the Spirit Swallowing Blood Art."

Xue Lingzi sighed, as if full of twilight.

"Then you will reproduce the cultivation method of the Soul Swallowing Blood Jue."

Ling Hantian glanced at the pitch-black mist calmly, he always felt that this thing was weird, and his vigilance was greatly increased.

"This won't work. The Soul Swallowing Blood Art is a mystery that my blood family will not pass on. How can I give it to you!"

Xue Lingzi directly rejected Ling Hantian.

"You seem to have no choice. If you don't reproduce it, I'll refine it and make you disappear."

Ling Hantian smiled slightly. He didn't have to get the Soul Swallowing Blood Art, but the black smoke was so weird that he couldn't refine it for the time being.

"Quack quack, little guy, the old man is getting old, don't lie to the old man, if you can refine the old man, how can the old man communicate with you now."

Xue Lingzi chuckled, he naturally knew that Ling Hantian couldn't do anything to him now.

"However, if you really want to practice the Soul Swallowing Blood Art, it's not impossible. As long as you worship me as your teacher, everything will be easy to talk about."

"If you want to be Ling's master, I'm afraid you don't have the qualifications. Since you don't want to reproduce it, then Ling won't accompany you."

The corner of Ling Hantian's mouth curled up in a sarcasm, and then he withdrew this trace of soul.

Ling Hantian felt that there was nothing he could do about this blood spirit son for the time being, so he could only seal it in the melting sun furnace for a period of time.

(End of this chapter)