Of course, to Hua Qianfeng, this makes no difference! In short, it was Gu Fenghua who refined the power of the dragon in the blood of the underworld and came back alive and kicking.
"So, Master Hua, didn't you help her a lot?" He Kunliang couldn't help but said.
Isn't this nonsense? Hua Qianfeng glanced at He Kunliang and felt a little panicked in his heart, and his face became even uglier.
"Oh, that's the blood of an ancient demon dragon, and it's also the blood of the Netherworld, which is known as the strongest dragon clan in history. It's such a pity, such a pity that it was wasted like this." He Kunliang didn't notice that his face was getting darker and darker.
Still adding salt to the wound.
"Pfft!" Hua Qianfeng couldn't bear it anymore and spit out a mouthful of black blood.
Not only the blood of the underworld, he also wasted a golden soul-calming bell, a Qingyue Wind-fixing Veil, plus the blood of the underworld wasted today, the three rare treasures given by the master were all due to
Destroyed by beauty.
Especially the last bottle of Nether Blood not only failed to hurt Gu Fenghua at all, but also helped her to be promoted to Heavenly Sage in one go. How could he not feel pain, how could he not feel aggrieved?
He Kunliang's sigh was more than just adding salt to the wound, it was simply poking a knife into the wound...
He Kunliang realized that he had accidentally poked Hua Qianfeng's sore spot and quickly stopped talking.
Looking at the pool of black blood on Hua Qianfeng's chest, He Kunliang's mind became much clearer, and a burst of regret suddenly arose in his heart: Even Hua Qianfeng was helpless against Gu Fenghua, and he was so anxious and angry that he spurted out blood.
In order to hold his thigh against Gu Fenghua, are you overestimating your capabilities?
But, is it too late to regret now? He Kun's conscience is suffering.
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"Fenghua, is what you just said true? Is your Holy Spirit root really not enough to condense the Holy Soul Pearl? Or did you rely on the power of the dragon to survive the disaster?" On the way back, Luo Enen was curious.
asked.
"It's true, but you don't need to worry too much. My cultivation methods are different from others, so each promotion is more difficult. You shouldn't be like this." Gu Fenghua could see that Luo Enen was not only curious, but
She was somewhat worried, and Shen Tinglan and others next to her were no exception, so they comforted her.
After all, their cultivation has improved very quickly recently, especially Luo Enen, who has already reached the eighth level of Xuansheng. It is only a matter of time before they attack the Heavenly Sage. If they encounter the same crisis, how can they cope with it? Gu Fenghua does not want to be scared.
Follow them.
Looking back and thinking about it carefully, Gu Fenghua does think that it is difficult to be promoted to Heavenly Sage, but it cannot be as difficult as hers. In the final analysis, it is because of her different physique and different cultivation techniques that she is promoted to Heavenly Sage.
It would be so difficult for a saint.
Hearing what Gu Fenghua said, Luo Enen and others were relieved. Thinking about it carefully, they also felt that other heavenly saints could not be as dangerous as Gu Fenghua when they were promoted. You must know that she relied on the ancient dragon
It was only through her power that she successfully condensed the Holy Soul Pearl and was promoted to Heavenly Saint. If everyone was like her, how could there be so many ancient dragon powers in the world?
"What exactly is the power of the ancient dragon you just mentioned?" Tantai Baiyi suddenly asked in a deep voice.
He had also tempered his spiritual roots in the Spirit-Cleaning Pond, and his understanding of the Spirit-Cleaning Pond was far better than others. He really couldn't understand where the power of the ancient divine dragon could emerge from outside the seven lines of spiritual power.