Knowing the other's filial piety, they couldn't refuse, so they took the blood.
A seemingly small amount of blood fell on their palms, but their bodies sank and they almost fell down.
When you reach the level of the Ancient Saint, not only your blood, but also a hair is heavier than Mount Tai. If you hadn't progressed in your cultivation and reached the peak of the Immortal Realm, you might not be able to pick it up.
"Hurry up and refine it!"
Zhang Xuan smiled slightly.
"Um!"
Without saying much, the two of them sat down cross-legged, their spirits stirred, and the blood slowly flew towards the Dantian.
I don't know how long it took before I opened my eyes.
"Success?"
Zhang Xuan was confused.
"How could the blood of the ancient saint be refined so quickly? We just put it in the Dantian. In this way, it can be washed with true energy every day. Over time, the true energy will also be mixed with the aura, which is extremely beneficial to cultivation.
Great effect!”
Xingjian Sheng smiled.
If holy blood of this level was so easy to refine, it wouldn't be coveted by countless people.
It cannot be completed without years or decades of hard work.
Therefore, they put blood into the Dantian, and the true energy is continuously flushed, and they use water grinding skills... Over time, it will naturally integrate with themselves and exert special effects.
"Yeah!" Zhang Xuan suddenly said: "I'll try it too!"
After saying that, he sat on the ground, pointed his finger, and a drop of blood entered his body.
Hooray!
The blood entered his body and merged with his body in the blink of an eye. Not only did he not resist at all, but he felt like he was jumping for joy and returning to his mother's body.
"this……"
I was stunned for a moment, my heart was shocked, and I was full of confusion: "Is this already refined?"
After entering the body, it immediately merges with his blood completely, no longer distinguishing each other...
Didn't you say it's difficult?
How is it so easy?
"Refining?"
Seeing his son quickly raising his head after absorbing the blood, Xing Jian Sheng looked over in confusion.
"Yes!" Zhang Xuan explained the situation of blood entering the body.
"I understand!" Xing Jian Sheng said: "Twenty years ago, our ancestor was seriously injured and needed blood to extend his life. At that time, only your blood was pure enough, so... part of what was flowing in his body was your blood!
"
"Mine?" Zhang Xuan's face twitched.
The ancestors have their own blood flowing in their bodies... Why do you feel this is so weird?
"Although this blood only helps restore life, after the physical transformation of the ancestors, it has been completely changed and extremely powerful! Now that it has returned, it is equivalent to returning to the origin. It is naturally easier to refine than us..."
Xingjian Sheng smiled.
"I see……"
Zhang Xuan nodded, no longer entangled, and carefully felt the blood of the ancient saint. After completely merging with his own blood, he really felt a sense of vitality in his body.
It seems that if an arm is broken, it can grow a new one without worrying about injury.
However, this power does not always exist, but is limited in quantity.
Among the elixirs, there is a kind of intermittent elixir that can also regenerate a person's severed limbs, but the effect and power are far inferior to this.
This body can be restored after being broken, and even the head can be regenerated, while the other one can only restore its limbs at most. If the head is actually cut off, it will still die.
"You can give Ruoxi a drop..."
Putting the remaining two drops into the ring, Zhang Xuan smiled slightly.
Naturally, such good things cannot be enjoyed exclusively.
"The blood of the ancient saint of the foreign spirit tribe, look for another opportunity and try again..."
His true energy can disguise himself as a member of the Foreign Spirit Clan, and maybe these drops of the ancient saint's blood will also be useful, but... with so many famous teachers around now, it's not the time for experiments. We can only talk about it later.
"By the way, you said before that with the news about Zhao Ya, where is Zhao Ya?"
He stood up and looked at his parents again.
Just now, the other party was about to talk about Zhao Ya's matter, and the following came to challenge him. There was no time to elaborate. At this moment, the Foreign Spirit clan members were all dealing with it, so they just wanted to ask.
"There are four lofts here. We are in the spring, the foreign spirit tribe is in the summer, the autumn is cool, and a group of holy beasts have gathered, and the last winter is a group of guys of unknown origin. Before you came, I felt a bit cold
Aura, I couldn't help but take a look, you, the student, seem to be among them!"
Dream Sword Saint Path.
She was more careful in her work, especially when it came to her son. Even though the breath was weak, it was still caught and attracted attention.
"She is in... Donghan Tower?"
Standing up, Zhang Xuan took a few steps to the window and looked over.
The four pavilions echo each other, spring to autumn, summer to winter.
From his position, it was just blocked by other pavilions, so he couldn't see the specific situation inside Donghan Tower.
"I took a casual glance, and it seemed a bit similar. I don't know exactly whether it is!" Meng Sword Saint said.
“Just go and take a look and you’ll find out!”
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Xuan snorted.
Regardless of whether Zhao Ya was kidnapped by the Foreign Spirit Clan or by various scholars, since it was possible that she was in the attic, we had to find out what happened.
"I'll go with you..."
Seeing him going over, he established the holy way of swordsmanship.
"I'm fine by myself!"
Zhang Xuan shook his head and refused.
Although her parents were extremely powerful, the other party kidnapped Zhao Ya quietly. It was unclear whether they were friends or foes. It was at least safer if they went by themselves.
"careful!"
Knowing that his son's strength was far superior to his, and that his methods were countless, Xing Jian Sheng had no choice but to explain with a wry smile.
"Um!"
Without further ado, Zhang Xuan flew straight towards the direction of Winter Cold Pavilion.
"He who comes is stopped!"
Before he could reach him, a faint voice sounded, and then a strong pressure descended from the sky.
"Old Saint?"
The pupils shrank.
This power, which I felt just now, is exactly the kind of aura that only ancient saints can exude.
Although the other party will not take action easily, the display of strength is a warning... the people in Donghan Pavilion are also protected by strong men of this level.
That's right. If not, they would have all been killed long ago. How could they occupy a pavilion and be safe and sound?
"Senior, there is a junior here who may be in this attic. I want to explore it. There is no harm in it!"
Zhang Xuan cupped his fists.
Although the ancient sage of the Zhang family was definitely not far away, he did not dare to be presumptuous.
"Zhang Xuan, at the age of twenty, became the patriarch of the three major families and the master of the Holy Son Palace. He even single-handedly destroyed the 110,000 troops of the Foreign Spirit Tribe. His achievements are unparalleled... I know you!"
The voice of the ancient sage continued to sound.
"Senior is so complimentary!"
Unexpectedly, this unknown ancient sage actually knew all his deeds. Zhang Xuan was stunned for a moment, bowed and clasped his fists.
"Achievements are merits and cannot be covered up... At any other time, if you wanted to see me, you would definitely greet me, but... I can't enter the pavilion now. I hope you'll forgive me!"
The voice of the ancient sage continued to sound.
"Why?" Zhang Xuan frowned, his heart moved, and he couldn't help but ask: "Senior, are you a famous teacher?"