Yu Yin'er naturally didn't know what the All-Changing Netherworld Dragon was, but she couldn't resist the vivid description of the Great Monk Ming'e. As a result, when the great monk told him that the All-Changing Netherworld Dragon had weird seven-color dragon horns, Xiao Nizi's face lit up.
She was shrouded in a faint light of spiritual wisdom, and subconsciously glanced at Feng Jueyu twice. After all, although she had never seen the Variety Nether Dragon, Feng Jueyu had been forced to leave her and Yu behind when she was escaping.
She was sent into the Tiandaozhu, but the strange black dragon she saw hovering in the sky of the Tiandaozhu space, didn't it have seven dragon horns of different colors?
It was this look that made Feng Jueyu feel uneasy. He originally thought that as long as Ming'e finalized Yu Sheng's injury, he could tell the details about Yu Yin'er's coming to Tenggu Pagoda. Who would have thought that the great monk would come to him immediately?
The conversation actually mentioned Xiao Qi.
It turns out that Xiao Qi’s blood can also be used as medicine?
Their gazes shifted, and the next moment the two people's gazes overlapped in the air. Yu Yin'er's breathtaking big eyes made Feng Jueyu's whole body hairy.
At this time, Luo Meilou and Ming'e still didn't know that the ever-changing Nether Dragon, which had only appeared once in tens of thousands of years, was right under their noses.
"Elder Emperor Ming, my subordinates have heard about the ever-changing Nether Dragon you mentioned, but after all, the ever-changing Nether Dragon is a strange species from heaven and earth, the offspring of the mating of a disk-horned beast and a true dragon. In this moment,
Son, where can I find it? Elder Ming Emperor, if there is no Variety Nether Dragon, can you use the blood of another dragon? After all, Lord Yusheng has been a protector in the Torrent Valley for decades. If you spend all your money, maybe you can
Please ask the elder in charge of Huanshan Blood River Abyss to get some dragon blood."
It was obvious that Luo Meilou was worried about Yu Yin'er from the bottom of his heart.
But Ming'e directly waved her hand and rejected the idea: "Other dragon blood is useless. The source of Yu Sheng's injury comes from the Dantian. The Dantian is fragile and difficult to heal after injury. The general rejuvenation elixir is simply not enough."
In order to allow the dantian wall to heal itself, and the dantian cannot be forcibly repaired by external force, only the most powerful Nether Dragon blood in the world can have a chance of survival."
Ming'e truly has a bodhisattva heart, and explained without any concealment: "This ever-changing Nether Dragon not only inherits the powerful bloodline of a real dragon, with extremely strong recovery power, but also inherits the powerful talent of the disk-horned beast's septic blood rebirth. These two
The two are combined into one, so that the Variety Nether Dragon not only has the powerful ability to change the gods, but also has the strongest self-healing talent in the world. Looking at the world, it can be used as medicine to make elixirs to restore the medicine of the Dantian Palace Wall. In addition to Variety
Besides the Netherworld Dragon, there is no second choice, so, Luo Yatou, I can’t do anything without the Variety Netherworld Dragon.”
When Luo Meilou heard this, he looked sad and said: "Is there really no other way?"
"Life is determined by God, it cannot be reversed by human power." Ming'e sighed helplessly, and rarely called out the Buddha's name: "I do have a Nine-turn Jade Emperor Pill on my body, which can help protector Yu Sheng extend his life, but
It’s only ten days and a half, the rest is up to fate.”
The two of them asked and answered questions until the end, and both of them sighed helplessly.
However, at this moment, the dull Yu Yin'er suddenly walked up to the old god Feng Jueyu who was sitting on the chair, knelt on the ground with a bang, biting his red lips tightly, and asked with tears in his eyes: "You
Is the black dragon in the space magic weapon the ever-changing Netherworld Dragon?"
Yu Yin'er asked suddenly, stopping Ming'e and Luo Meilou directly.
The great monk and Beauty Luo stared blankly for a long time with ignorant little eyes, and then invariably turned to Feng Jueyu, who had not moved at all.
"You have the Variety Nether Dragon?" Luo Meilou said in disbelief, covering her mouth with her hand, her shocked expression made her wish she could have turned into a stone sculpture.
"Little friend Feng, have you ever seen the Variety Nether Dragon?" Ming'e also looked at Feng Jueyu in disbelief, looking completely unbelievable.
Feng Jueyu sat cross-legged on the chair, his back pressed tightly against the back of the chair, his expression solemn, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, his fingers still tapping the armrest of the chair, as if he was thinking about something.
His performance was quite calm, but in fact, he was already scolding in his heart.
This great monk is really, what kind of porcelain work can he do without a diamond?
I have the ever-changing Nether Dragon, and it won't be a big deal if I add some dragon blood. But Qiye is my brother. This is for no reason. Why should Qiye be stabbed? I don't recognize Yu Sheng.
Full of reluctance, Feng Jueyu didn't respond for a long time. When Yu Yin'er saw this, he knelt and rubbed forward twice, and asked impatiently: "Tell me, is that black dragon I saw?
It’s the All-Changing Netherworld Dragon, you don’t have to lie to me, I just saw it, there are seven dragon horns on the head of that dragon, the very long dragon horns reach to the back.”
Ming'e and Luo Meilou were completely stunned. They had both heard of the rumored dragon-eating monster, but they never imagined that in their lifetime, they would actually encounter that ferocious dragon that could make the entire dragon clan panic.
A ferocious creature that is frightened by the news.
After listening to Yu Yin'er's second questioning, Feng Jueyu also knew that hiding was impossible, so he coughed calmly, stared at Yu Yin'er and said: "You are right, Xiao Qi is the ever-changing Netherworld.
Dragon, but so what."
Boom!
After Yu Yin'er heard this, she swallowed it on the ground without hesitation. The cold blue brick and slate made a muffled sound on her crystal clear forehead. Just listening to it made her feel pain.
"I beg you, give me some Nether Dragon blood to save my father. As long as I can save my father's life, Yin'er is willing to let the young master do what he wants."
Overnight, Yu Yin'er's spine became less straight after experiencing the catastrophe. Yu Sheng's collapse made her know what it meant to seek compromise. In order to save her father, Yu Yin'er did not consider her own dignity at all.
, and gave Feng Jueyu a heads-up in public.
"I beg you, please save my father's life. Yin'er is willing to work like a cow or a horse for the rest of his life to repay the young master for his great kindness."
Boom!
"Master, please Yin'er."
Boom!
The quirky Yu Yin'er cries like pear blossoms with rain, and begs every time she nibbles her head. She looks so tender and aggrieved. Needless to say, Luo Meilou, who loves her the most, even Ming'e is moved by the scene and stands there.
moan and groan.
In a short while, Yu Yin'er drank seven or eight heads, but Feng Jueyu remained indifferent.
Luo Meilou finally couldn't stand it any longer, and knelt on the ground with a bang, holding Yu Yin'er up, and yelled at Feng Jueyu at the top of his lungs: "How come you don't have any sympathy at all? You are a weak woman, and your head is broken."
How can you remain indifferent if you break the habit?"
Feng Jueyu tapped his fingers on the armrests of the chair continuously, and said with a sinking face: "You guys know nothing, Xiao Qi is like a brother in need to me. This elder is here, you can ask him, an ever-changing Netherworld Dragon
His physical defense is so terrifying. If you want to draw blood from Xiao Qi, the ordinary Heavenly Treasure is useless. You must use the Divine Treasure to break through his physical defense. But how did you ever know that with a
How cruel it is to use a God-carrying treasure to cut off Xiao Qi’s flesh. You and I are strangers, so why should we let Xiao Qi suffer and let the God-carrying treasure hurt him?”
Yu Yin'er and Luo Meilou were stunned, their brows furrowed, but they were also left speechless by Feng Jueyu's question.
Although both of them hope that Yu Sheng can turn disaster into good, they also understand that in the grand world, the relationship between a very satisfactory spiritual pet and his master may sometimes be more important than family members.
What Feng Jueyu said was absolutely correct. He and Yu Yin'er were strangers to each other. Why would he hurt his most valued spiritual pet just to save an unrelated person?
Moreover, it is a very special spiritual pet. If you want to draw blood from the spiritual pet, you must use the Treasure of the Gods. But how destructive the Treasure of the Gods is, no one present is unclear. If this knife cuts it off
, the damage suffered by the spiritual pet is not ordinary. I can’t even imagine how painful it is.
Yu Yin'er's tears rolled down her cheeks non-stop. When she heard Feng Jueyu's rejection, she was extremely sad and said: "Yin'er understands what the young master said, but his father is in danger, and Yin'er has no other choice. If this happens,
I have hurt the master's spiritual favor, so Na Yin'er can only devote myself to repaying the favor. I ask the master to show mercy and help Yin'er. Yin'er is willing to follow the master for the rest of his life, and he will only obey his orders."
Seeing Yu Yin'er not giving up, Feng Jueyu immediately scratched his head. Although Yu Yin'er was a bit cunning and arrogant at first, in fact she didn't have anything too bad, especially running around for her father.
Feng Jueyu saw her look in her eyes and also remembered it in her heart. This girl was so filial that it was hard to refuse her.
But if he just agreed to her, he would be sorry for Qiye.
Feng Jueyu thought for a while, then leaned down and said, "Can you really agree to whatever I ask for?"
"Of course, as long as I can save my father, Yin'er would rather die."
"That's not necessary." Feng Jueyu sighed and said, "Yu Yin'er, I think you should know why I'm here. I can help you save your father's life, but what should I do in the future?
It’s the clearest.” Feng Jueyu nodded and said when it was time to stop.
When Yu Yin'er heard this, he was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly: "Master, please rest assured, Yin'er will do his best."
"Okay then." Feng Jueyu nodded reluctantly, thinking to himself: I'm still soft-hearted, I don't want this girl to cry to death, so just save her.
After saying that, Feng Jueyu did not shy away, chanted the magic formula, and returned to the Tiandao Pearl.
After a while, when he returned again, he already had an inconspicuous small bottle in his hand, which contained a small bottle of Qiye's dragon blood.
When taking blood, he naturally used the Black Blue Flying Fish Arrow. He did not dare to use the Sky Falling Sword. After all, the Sky Falling Sword was too powerful, and the Black Blue Flying Fish Arrow only needed to poke a small hole on Qiye's body.
A small bottle of blood can be released from the blood hole. Give the blood to Yu Yin'er. Feng Jueyu warned: "Yu Yin'er, the dragon's blood has been given to you. I hope you will do what you say."