Chapter five hundred and twenty second refining holy blood
"I'm already dead, and my thoughts are lingering. These things are just external things. They can benefit future generations, which is enough."
Luan Jiuxing smiled softly, and then said: "Put away the holy bones, I will help you refine the holy blood."
"Um."
Chen Ling took a deep breath, took out a jade box, carefully put the sacred bones into the Qiankun Ring, and then sat directly on the bones.
"Later, I will suppress the pressure of the holy blood and defeat it and disperse it into your body. All you have to do is to refine the holy blood as quickly as possible."
After preparing for a long time, Luan Jiuxing said in a deep voice.
Chen Ling nodded and immediately stared at the holy blood in front of him. At a certain moment, he opened his mouth and sucked in the holy blood and swallowed it.
Chen Ling closed his eyes like lightning.
boom!
The majestic and powerful power rushed into the body instantly.
In an instant, Chen Ling let out a low roar of pain, and his body was torn apart without any resistance.
Such severe pain is unimaginable.
Luan Jiuxing pointed out and landed on the center of Chen Ling's eyebrows.
boom!
Chen Ling, who was in pain, felt that the holy blood suddenly calmed down, and the severe pain that tore his body stopped.
And then, the vast power directly divided the holy blood into countless strands.
Chen Ling gritted his teeth and quickly activated his blood vessels, enveloping him with the power of the holy blood.
The Holy Blood lost its terrifying pressure and was suppressed by Luan Jiuxing, just like a wild beast that had lost its fangs.
The bloodline gathered together, shrouded in the power of the holy blood, and rushed forward.
Bang!
Chen Ling's bloodline was shaken, and he even felt a sense of awe.
"Fuck me."
Chen Ling gritted his teeth, roared in his heart, and his blood vibrated crazily, firmly covering the power of the holy blood and refining it crazily.
But even if it is an extremely small trace, it is not that easy to refine.
The latter's passive struggle and resistance made Chen Ling feel great difficulty.
For a long time, there was almost no change in the holy blood.
Luan Jiuxing frowned slightly.
"Sigh, the middle-level martial arts master is still a little weak."
Just when he was about to take action, he suddenly raised his eyebrows with a look of surprise on his face.
Chen Ling suddenly felt a wild and violent feeling.
roar!
Luan Jiuxing even heard the roar of the giant beast coming from Chen Ling's body.
"What a domineering bloodline. This son's bloodline is so extraordinary."
Luan Jiuxing was shocked.
The barbaric meaning contained in that momentum is powerful and domineering, and more importantly, it is ancient.
That domineering feeling even made him feel stronger than the Qingluan clan.
At this time, within Chen Ling's body, the bloodline transformed into a sky-swallowing giant beast, roaring and pouring out boundless domineering ancient will.
The holy blood squirmed and was refined bit by bit.
Part of the refined power of the holy blood is integrated into the blood itself, and part is dispersed into the blood throughout the body.
After the light golden blood was injected with the power of the holy blood, it immediately began to boil, as if it was undergoing transformation.
Luan Jiuxing smiled, I'm afraid this kid is not simple.
If I can get out alive this time, I will definitely not stop at the ordinary saint level in the future.
Time passed slowly, and the holy blood was quickly refined by Chen Ling.
Although the holy blood is strong, with the help of Luan Jiuxing and the fact that his bloodline is activated to the extreme, there is no doubt about the power of the Void Sky-Swallowing Beast. The power of the ninth-grade pinnacle bloodline when fully exploded is already extremely close to the ordinary holy level.
Therefore, the refining speed is extremely fast.
Chen Ling's body gradually revealed an extremely powerful force.
His skin trembled, veins bulged, and you could even see the blood boiling and rushing in his blood vessels.
The powerful power of the holy blood is integrated into the blood, making the blood golden color deeper, and the power of qi and blood is almost doubled, blending with flesh and blood, and reborn.
The alternation of day and night in the forbidden area is very strange. At night, although the sky is dark, it is still set off by the khaki sky, making the night look dark yellow.
The aura on Chen Ling's body became stronger and stronger, and there was not much holy blood left in his body.
Luan Jiuxing sits cross-legged on top of the skeleton, closing his eyes and falling asleep.
At a certain moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Chen Ling.
After about a few breaths, a powerful wave of air suddenly erupted from Chen Ling's body, making a loud sound as it hit the air.
Snap!
Chen Ling opened his eyes, and a touch of joy filled them.
"How do you feel?" Luan Jiuxing said with a smile.
"Strong, with endless power all over your body."
Chen Ling took a deep breath and grinned.
Whoosh!
He flew up and stood in mid-air.
The bloodline is still at the peak of the ninth level, and it is indeed difficult for a drop of holy blood to break through the bloodline of the Sky-Swallowing Beast.
However, his blood was darker in color, and as it surged, extremely powerful power flowed through his body.
He felt that at this moment, just with the power of Qi and blood, he could be compared to Wu Zun Perfect.
Snap!
The sleeves and robes flickered, and the reckless bull fist was unleashed.
Hua Hua Hua~~
The wind of the fist roared, and the shadow of the fist was fierce and fierce, turning into waves of fists that made a hunting sound.
boom!
A punch suddenly hit the air, and suddenly the black giant fist flew up in a row, and the space twitched violently.
The fist struck the air, causing a deafening sound. Violent ripples from the punch spread, and the space was filled with traces that were about to burst.
The space here is a hundred times stronger than the space in the Qingluan Ancient Clan's land. It is difficult for ordinary saints to break the space.
The power of a punch, to be able to do this, is extremely terrifying.
"The Mangniu Fist has been strengthened dozens of times, and the increase in energy and blood power is terrifying."
Chen Ling's eyes were bright and excited.
Now that the Mangniu Fist is being used, he is even confident that he can resist Luan Huang.
This is just a drop of holy blood.
Chen Ling licked his lips and must get some holy blood if there is a chance in the future.
As for the holy bones, after being refined, their power will be even more terrifying.
Those are holy-level metacarpal bones. Once refined, his metacarpal bones will have holy-level power. Although it cannot be compared with a real holy-level powerhouse, it is extremely terrifying below the holy level.
"Is this the boxing technique of the Mangniu clan?"
After seeing Chen Ling's boxing skills, Luan Jiuxing looked surprised.
"Exactly, I got it accidentally." Chen Ling said with a smile.
"Integrating the power of the bull into it, this boxing technique is quite extraordinary. Being able to create such a boxing technique is at least a saint level."
"You can show me this boxing technique once more," Luan Jiuxing said after pondering.
"good."
Chen Ling nodded, then stood up in the air and performed the four moves of Mangniu Fist.
After the fight, he looked at Luan Jiuxing expectantly.
This boxing technique was of extraordinary help in his hands. Luan Jiuxing was a saint, so it was naturally different in his eyes.
It would be better if you could see other levels and give him some guidance.
Luan Jiuxing's eyes flashed, and he said slowly for a long time: "Boy, this boxing technique is not simple."
Chen Ling raised his eyebrows.
"You have practiced this set of boxing techniques to the peak, with perfect bullish posture. But this set of boxing techniques should be a holy skill."
"What? Holy skill?" Chen Ling was shocked and couldn't believe it.
The Mangniu Fist is not weak, but after practicing it so far, he has not found any trace of the holy skill at all.
Luan Jiuxing chuckled and said: "Of course it is a holy skill. The level you have reached is only the surface of this boxing technique. The power of this boxing technique in your hands is already at its peak, but it is only limited by your cultivation level."
"Most martial arts have level restrictions. For example, for an ordinary martial skill, as your cultivation level becomes higher and higher, the power you exert will naturally become stronger. However, there is one thing. This martial skill will increase your strength.
It will get smaller and smaller.”
"But this set of boxing techniques will improve infinitely as your cultivation level increases. When you reach the holy level, the power of this set of boxing techniques will definitely surprise you."
"Hehe, if there is a chance, if I refine a few drops of the holy blood of the Mangniu clan in the future, this Mangniu Fist will undergo great changes."
Chen Ling was shocked.
Luan Jiuxing is a high-level saint, so his vision is naturally good.
This Mangniu Fist turns out to be a holy skill. (To be continued)