Guan Peng said with a smile: "It turns out that Lord Qingxuan is not an immortal 6, this little thing is a little effort." Ｅㄟ．”

Soon, a beautiful maidservant girl came and humbly and respectfully took Yang Qingxuan to an exquisite courtyard. However, there are a lot of jade slips and materials, as well as elixir and jade fruits, all of which were sent over.

The beautiful maid stood in the courtyard, slim and elegant.

Yang Qingxuan glanced at her and said, "Is there anything else?"

The beautiful maid's face was red with shame, and she lowered her head, she was more delicate than a flower, and said, "The slave maid is here to serve the son." Master Guan Peng said that any orders of the son, the slave and maid must be satisfied. ”

Yang Qingxuan waved his hand and said, "Go down, I don't need someone to serve me." ”

Meiwen was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't believe it, she was still extremely confident in her appearance, but after Yang Qingxuan waved her hand, she went straight into the house to cultivate, leaving her standing alone in the courtyard, a little cold.

Half a day later, there was no movement in the house, and the beautiful maid left in the wind.

Yang Qingxuan directly entered the secret room, seized the time to repair the internal injuries, and finally healed after three days, every crack and wound in his body was completely renewed, and a powerful aura emanated from the **.

Yang Qingxuan was surprised, the blood in his body changed color, turned into silver mercury, slowly flowing in the blood vessels, constantly washing**, making the surface of the skin appear a faint golden luster.

"Blood is like silver mercury, and the golden body will not be destroyed and the blood realm will be transformed!"

Yang Qingxuan knew that after the great badness of the physical body, there was a great birth, and the immortal golden body had three small realms, corresponding to the three realms of the earth level, namely: blood transformation, passage, and heavenly vein.

As soon as he was lucky, his blood surged, and his skin immediately appeared golden, solid as iron, incorruptible and immortal.

As soon as the punch was thrown, the wave of qi exploded directly under the tip of the fist, shaking the space in a trance, and the floor and dome in the room were twisted, and after the fist wind, these distortions could not be recovered.

"It's so strong! The refining body is really better than the qi refining of the same level, just this punch, the strength is not under the top elemental weapon. ”

Yang Qingxuan's five fingers loosened, and the space that was pressed by the fist instantly bounced back.

"Boom", the floor and dome burst open one after another, and a piece shattered around him.

Yang Qingxuan frowned and said, "This cultivation secret room is also built temporarily, it is not professional at all, it is all ordinary materials, and it can't even withstand a slight spatial torsion." ”

Compared this cultivation secret room with that in Void Heaven City, he had indeed wronged the Daluo Chamber of Commerce.

Void Heaven City is the best place of trial under the realm, and it is built by the forces of the Central Great World, which is the main cultivation, so it is natural to consider solidity and rigor.

And Yuming City is just a commercial logistics center, and these secret rooms usually provide the cultivation of ordinary martial artists of the Guild, which is completely different from that of Void Heaven City, so naturally it cannot be compared.

Yang Qingxuan withdrew his fist, took out a cracked mutton fat jade bottle from the star ring, took it in his hand and looked at it, the appearance of Zi Kite flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a slight wave in his heart.

But in the blink of an eye, he expelled the distracting thoughts from his mind, calmed his mind, and slowly opened the jade bottle, and a faint smell of blood wafted out from it.

Yang Qingxuan's eyes shone brightly, and he pointed at the jade bottle, and suddenly his blood flashed, and a red light shot out from within it.

Yang Qingxuan pinched his fingers again to point at the drop of essence blood, and immediately froze it in the air, making a "swish" sound, as if it was boiling, emitting a faint energy.

"It's so strong, what's going on with this drop of essence blood, it actually contains such a powerful power. ”

Yang Qingxuan was taken aback, and immediately judged that this drop of essence blood was extraordinary.

The ancient scorpion's shocked voice came, and said, "Sure enough, it's the blood of the royal family, I can probably guess who it is." ”

Yang Qingxuan asked in surprise: "What does the blood of the royal family mean?"

The ancient scorpion said slowly: "Before the siege of the desolate beasts, it was the secret technique of the king of the desolate clan, called the art of desolation, which can turn some living beings into slaves, and the power will skyrocket. This kind of secret technique is only circulated among the royal family, and I was not sure before, but now the power of the king emanating from this essence blood is almost certain, and this royal family should be a cultivator. ”

"Evolution?" Yang Qingxuan said curiously: "With just a drop of essence blood, you can guess the owner of the blood, and you still recognize it?"

The ancient scorpion pondered for a while before he said: "This person is extremely talented, just because of his improper mental skills, he was made up by the absurd master of the year, and it was also his own brother who was imprisoned, which made him think about it." I don't want this seclusion, it's millions of years. ”

Yang Qingxuan was stunned when he heard this, and said, "Why did you imprison him, and what happened later?"

The ancient scorpion was in the Star Ring, rolled up some Xuanmu thorns with his tail, stuffed them into his mouth and chewed, and said, "Later, the worm mother appeared, and the two races fought together, resulting in the destruction of the plane. The matter of cultivation was put on hold, and I, as the guardian of the Worm Mother's seal, was forbidden by the desolate master, so that my life and power were reduced and I slept in nothingness. ”

Yang Qingxuan was stunned, thinking of the Zerg he encountered after the altar teleported, and said in a daze: "Is the worm mother dead?"

The ancient scorpion's eyes flashed with green, and he said, "How can it be so easy to die, most of them have been released by you." However, the insect mother was also seriously injured back then, and since she has been sealed for so long, her strength should also be gone, and she will not come out in a short time. ”

Yang Qingxuan swallowed, he couldn't imagine that there was such a secret inside.

The surging power emitted from that drop of essence blood woke him up at once, this blood is like a elixir, the longer it is exposed to the air, the more serious the loss of strength will be, he does not dare to slack off, the seal in his hand changes, let the drop of blood fall on his fingertips, and then slowly inhale into his body.

For a while, his blood was affected by the essence blood, and it spurted out a powerful force like magma, and even a "gurgling" boiling sound came out in the blood vessels, and his skin became golden and flickering.

After the physical body stepped into the blood essence, the refining of foreign blood was much smoother. Unlike the last time Qingluan's blood was refined, it took a few days to suppress it. After the blood was absorbed by the body this time, there seemed to be a little more gold on the silver mercury in the blood vessels.

Yang Qingxuan closed his hands, pinched his fingers in front of him, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Began to run the blood, digesting the effects of the essence blood, and the golden luster on the skin was much brighter than when he had just stepped into the immortal golden body.

Suddenly, a strange feeling appeared in my mind, and then a tingle in my mind, as if something had invaded it.

"Who is it?!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, bursting out with shock and horror, but he instantly calmed down, ran the Qingyang Martial Scripture, and a wisp of his divine consciousness also entered the sea of consciousness, manifesting in a misty world.

Yang Qingxuan's face was gloomy, his gaze swept over the sea space, and he said in a cold voice: "Is there a kind of coming in, not showing up?"