1859. Chapter 1859 Blood Alchemy Wins the Foundation 7
Lingying nodded desperately, tears streaming down her face.
She lowered her noble head and became servile.
"Haha, it turns out that you looked like this when you asked for help." Ling Luo shrugged and said, "But unfortunately, I heard that the blood refining technique of seizing the foundation has a special chance of success for people with similar blood.
Da. I finally broke through the void, and I must successfully build the foundation. So sister, please be generous once and let me refine you."
"What? You don't want to?"
"Ah, that's such a shame."
"You have to be willing even if you don't want to, otherwise sister, I won't be able to enter the foundation building stage."
"So, just be generous and let me refine it."
"Yeah, sister, you were so moved that you cried. I understand, I understand. You will definitely help me, just like I used my life to help you."
Ling Luo stood up slowly.
The smile on his face gradually disappeared, and his eyes turned cold.
Ling Ying's almost collapsed face could no longer stimulate her inner joy, so she had to change her approach.
Ling Luo raised her leg and kicked Ling Ying's limp body onto the only stone bed in the cave.
Then, she made a hand seal with her hands and quickly formed a seal on her chest to activate the key points of the Blood Refining Technique of Seizing the Foundation.
The thick flame-colored mist gradually rolled out from the strange talisman on her chest, covering the body of Ling Ying who was lying flat, and became thicker and thicker.
Ling Luo's expression was extremely serious, and he concentrated on firing out one ray of flame after another.
The fire of stars and the true fire of samadhi are intertwined and flickering in the thick fog.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Two of the seven true fires in heaven were burning and licking on Ling Ying's body.
But strangely enough, these flames did not singe her skin, nor did they singe her texture. Instead, they continuously forced the blood in her veins out of her skin.
"burst!"
Ling Luo moved her thin lips slightly, played a few bright symbols, and pushed them into the thick mist of flames.
Ling Ying's eyes widened suddenly. Almost instantly, she felt that all the blood vessels in her body burst open, and blood surged out, overflowing her skin.
Those blood essences, guided by Ling Luo's blood refining and foundation seizing technique, passed through the thick flames and fog, gathered in mid-air, and finally condensed into a head-sized ball of blood essences.
Without the support of blood, Ling Ying's body quickly shriveled up, and her face was filled with pain and fear.
She's not dead yet.
She can't die!
She had never been in so much pain!
She was like a mummy, lying on the cold stone bed, the fierce flames devouring her but refusing to completely devour her.
Ling Luo's eyes turned cold.
The next step is to condense the ball of bone essence.
She made the seal with her hands again, and the runes in front of her became more dazzling and blazing, and the flames grew higher and higher.
"break!"
Along with the crackling sound of broken bones, countless amounts of bone essence powder floated out from Ling Ying's shriveled body.
Under Ling Luo's smooth pulling, it condensed into a ball of bone essence the size of a fist.
"Kill me!"
"Ling Luo, give me a pleasure and kill me!"
Ling Ying's face and head were still intact. She was pleading hysterically, her cries no longer in tune.
There was no trace of compassion on Ling Luo's face.
A thousand years ago, she also begged Ling Ying on the burning rack. At that time, her body was burned into a skeleton and her head was intact.