The old fairy smiled coldly: "Boy, are you playing tricks on me?"

"No, isn't the ancestor of the witch?

"Hahaha, boy, do you think you are a witch? I have been robbing my tomb for so many years, and I have even touched mummies. I have never heard of witches in the world..."

"That only means that the tombs you stole are all Astro Bones, and they are all pediatricians. If you really have the ability, you can steal a tomb of an Egyptian pharaoh. If you have the ability, you can steal a tomb of a Snow Mountain God, which will make you confused."

"You mean, there is really God in the world? If there is God, I have killed so many people, why didn't God come to kill me?"

"Of course there is God!"

“Where is God?”

“God is in your heart, God is before you.”

"Hahaha, Song Tianbao, you said you are a god? What a Song Tian God. Since you are a god, then I will send you to the place where God should go..."

Before the old immortal finished speaking, he directly slashed and opened a hole in Song Tianbao's throat.

"Puchi"

Purple blood splattered on the old fairy's face.

"ah!"

A stream of hot blood made Lao Xian unable to open his eyes. The blood was extremely hot and extremely acidic, like sulfuric acid, and was about to corrode the old Xian's eyes.

"Ah, my eyes, my eyes..."

The old fairy covered her eyes and rolled on the ground in pain. The curved white sword also landed in front of Song Tianbao.

…………

The rain stopped and the air inside the cave suffocated.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

In the cave, candles burn straight, and even burn faster than before. Grandpa once said that there is an extremely flammable primitive substance in Song Tianbao's blood and energy. When the temperature rises to a certain level, it may even cause fire to spontaneously ignite. Therefore, many witch-refining practitioners often choose glacier poles or underground caves with lower temperatures after breaking through the body quenching and entering the real "blood tool" to practice.

Song Tianbao's Adam's apple was pulled open by the old immortal with a knife.

The bloody mouth was not big, about three centimeters wide, and the blood dripped like a big river breaking a dam.

At this moment, his hands and legs were tied up by the damn Maguteng.

He barely knelt on his knees and supported his body.

He could not reach out to cover his bloody mouth, he could only move and let the blood drip.

He opened his mouth wide and gasped heavily.

“Tick, tick, tick.”

He heard the sound of blood flowing.

He could feel the blood flowing down from the Adam's apple drippingly, and gradually flowing into a straight blood line. In the dim air, the blood line once again rose up gray blood mist. At the dark hole, the breeze blew, and the blood mist gradually spread in the air like ghostly phantoms...

"Ah, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"

Song Tianbao had a premonition that he was not far from death.

What else can a person whose throat is opened to do besides waiting to die?

What else can a person with both hands and feet do except wait for death?

In the darkness, he quietly closed his eyes.

Close your eyes and it will be dark.

In the darkness, he began to listen carefully to the sound of the blood drop. The sound of the blood drop was very crisp, like the sound of a very small spring water flowing down the stone wall; like the sound of ice and snow melting; like the sound of spring water born; like the sound of the end of life; like the sound of life reopening...

The sound is wonderful and beautiful!

Gradually, Song Tianbao almost fell asleep in the sound of blood.

…………

Almost asleep.

It means I'm not asleep.

In the cave surrounded by blood mist, Song Tianbao slowly opened his eyes again.

In the blood mist, he saw that the old immortal had already climbed up from the ground and was walking towards him.

In the blood mist, he found that the wound in his throat was no longer bleeding.

A very small bloodline fell vertically along his Adam's apple and finally solidified into a solid bloodline that looked like an ice ridge. The bloodline was black and translucent, shining in the candlelight. It looked like a string made of black iron.

A bloodshot condenses into a string.

A black iron string hanging on Song Tianbao's chest.

"Oh my God, is this what grandpa said 'Xuanyuan Heixian'?"

Song Tianbao's mind suddenly exploded with a "buzzing".

Grandpa once said that the first step for witches to refine witches is to "temper the body", and the first realm of body tempering is to "black iron realm".

The body and flesh of the witch man contains endless mystery of heaven and earth. Once a witch practitioner is about to break through the "Black Iron Realm" of body tempering, he can refine a "Xuanyuan Black String" like black steel in the witch's blood. This "Xuanyuan Black String" is extremely hard and soft, and cuts water and gold. It is a treasure that many righteous practitioners can hope to harvest.

I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood.

...

Song Tianbao lowered his eyebrows and looked quietly at the shiny "Xuanyuan Heixian", and a smile couldn't help but raise a smile on the corner of his mouth. The sky had eyes. When the old immortal cut open his throat just now, he carefully nourished his energy and faced death safely, which made him accidentally break through the "Black Iron Realm" of body tempering.

After breaking through the "Black Iron Realm", Song Tianbao felt that all the muscles and bones in his body were responding quickly. The broken tissues were repairing quickly, and the broken tendons and veins were repairing quickly... He could even hear a faint "rustling" sound in the blood vessels of his major arteries connecting the heart, which was the sound of his body activates emergency hematopoiesis. That sound was like a burst of bamboo shoots after a rain, replenishing his physical strength in an instant.

It turns out that the feeling of breaking the realm is so wonderful!

...

In the darkness, the old fairy dragged her legs to Song Tianbao. He saw Song Tianbao adjusting his breathing and smiling foolishly. He was a little surprised and said, "You are about to die, and you can still laugh?"

Song Tianbao looked up slightly: "It's you who dies!"

The old fairy roared violently: "Arrogant, I will send you to death now!"

He stretched out a giant palm and pinched it hard at Song Tianbao's neck. However, when his palm was about to approach Song Tianbao's throat, he first pinched the extremely thin blood string.

"Puchi"

A gentle muffled sound.

The old immortal's palm was cut open directly by the "Xuanyuan Black String".

The huge palm was cut in half by the black string of the Vajra. The old immortal's four fingers were cut off, and they fell on the cold ground like four garlic heads.

Ten fingers connect the heart.

When the old immortal took back the broken palm, he was stunned. After two breaths, the painful nerves began to spread to the center of his brain. An unbearable severe pain made him fall to the ground and roll in pain again.

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