Now, all of this is just returned to Ling Ying intact.
"Kill you? No, no, no, sister, what are you talking about? I can't die now."
Ling Luo glanced at Ling Ying nervously and said, "If you die now, this blood refining technique of seizing the foundation will fail."
Lingying's face looked haggard, her eyes were dull, and she had completely lost her desire to live.
The technique of blood refining to seize the foundation has a drawback, that is, the spiritual power is consumed too much, and the user can easily be counterattacked by this magic technique.
But this is not true for Ling Luo.
Her heart is a continuous output pump of spiritual power, and the power of holy light is endless.
When the spiritual power in the Dantian in the abdomen is exhausted, the sea of Qi in the chest adjacent to the heart will be mobilized to replenish it.
Weakness is only for a moment.
Ling Luo's face turned pale, and a rush of heat flowed from the sea of qi again and poured into his Dantian.
His face returned to rosy color again, and the Flame Technique he pinched out of his hand suddenly rose one foot higher, and "pah pah pah" hit the rolling thick fog one after another.
A white, almost transparent halo was pulled out from Ling Ying's withered body.
The halo gathered above the thick fog and condensed into soul essence.
All the essence of Ling Ying's spiritual consciousness is on the ball of soul essence.
The body on the stone bed, like fragile glass, turned into ashes with a "bang" and was completely annihilated.
"Ling Luo! You can't destroy my consciousness! There is a trace of my master's obsession on my spiritual consciousness. If he knew about it, he would definitely avenge me!"
Ling Ying's voice became hysterical.
She was too scared.
For an immortal, if the spirit of spiritual consciousness is saved, there is still the possibility of resurrection.
I don't really care about the physical damage. At most, I just suffer a little bit.
"Master?"
Ling Luo raised her head in surprise, her beautiful eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Yes! My master, Taoist Miaofeng, has ascended to the second level of heaven three hundred years ago and has been practicing treasure hunting in the wilderness. His abilities are astounding to the heavens. He is already in the stage of becoming a god. He loves me very much. If you kill me,
, Master, he will definitely avenge me!"
Ling Ying took courage and spoke threateningly. This was her last trump card.
"Oh, revenge." Ling Luo was elegant without makeup, her eyes were calm and calm.
"Yes! Master, Taoist Miaofeng, will definitely avenge me. Your poisoning tactics will be of no use in front of Master!" Ling Yinge was born out of courage, her voice and expression were stern, "If you know the truth, kill me now.
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Ling Luo's lips curved into a sinister smile, and she stretched out two fingers, burning with flames between them, and inserted them into Ling Ying's soul essence ball.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Ling Ying's threatening words stopped abruptly and turned into screams of heart-wrenching tears.
Ling Luo showed no mercy and directly drew power from the soul essence ball, causing very serious damage to Ling Ying's consciousness and soul.
"Sister, why are you still unclear about the situation? You are just my cauldron now. As a cauldron, you should do your duty well."
"As for your master who is in the stage of becoming a god, or Taoist Miaofeng, if he wants to take revenge, just let him come. If you come, I will kill one, if you come, I will kill a pair!"
Ling Luo clapped his hands together, shooting out bursts of flames, activating the second level of blood refining to seize the foundation.
The balls of blood essence, the ball of bone essence, and the balls of soul essence rotated in an orderly manner around Ling Luo's body in the shape of a Chinese character.