Chapter 1303: Dragon Blood Soul Suppression

"Look at what you see, and then look at you guys!"

Seeing Ao Kun and the three of them looking at him stupidly, Li Chuyi was even more angry.

came all the way, but the main owner ran away, and there was only such a handful left in the big meal, not to mention how depressed he was.

The three of them quickly retracted their gazes, and Ao Kun didn't believe it: "It can't be fake, right?

"It shouldn't be, we all know the breath of the Dragon Ancestor, and the sound and aura of Fang Cai are indeed the Dragon Clan. Although he was also a little suspicious, Ao Jing still told the truth.

The two turned their heads to look at Ao Kun, but Ao Kun's mind fell elsewhere.

Long Zu's sentence "your family affairs" was extremely scary to think about, and combined with what Li Chuyi said when they first met, he could think of many possibilities. Most of these possibilities are extremely incredible, but aside from the emotional disbelief and only looking at them rationally, these imaginary possibilities can explain a lot of problems.

The more he thought about Ao Kun, the more frightened he became, and unconsciously his body was covered with cold sweat, looking up at Li Chuyi and then at the burial king, he wanted to know where the master who suddenly appeared next to Li Chuyi came from, and why Li Chuyi could still find such a master to protect after the death of Tianyizun, this is no longer a simple luck that can be explained.

Ignoring Ao Kun, Li Chuyi turned his full depression into a sword, raised his sword and slashed at the space-time barrier that sealed the dragon's blood.

A humming sound that could only be sensed by divine thoughts came out, and Li Chuyi was bounced back when he boarded, his sour arm drooped by his side and was unable to lift it for a while, and although the space-time barrier was undamaged, it rippled like the surface of the water, revealing its shape.

Ao Kong's eyes suddenly bulged out, no wonder Li Chuyi dared to talk to him harshly, and he really responded to the proverb - Shibei should be impressed for three days.

After more than 30 years of farewell, the original little ghost has grown to such a point when I say goodbye. He also tried it just now, although he didn't do his best, he also used a brute force, so he couldn't leave a trace on the ban, but Li Chuyi's sword made it appear.

doesn't look at experience, but in terms of the combat power that can be exerted, Li Chuyi has surpassed him. I remember that after this kid came out of the customs, he was comparable to the Terran Tribulation, and for more than 30 years, he had surpassed his own dragon clan great palm sacrifice that was comparable to the consummation of the ascension period, and such a rapid progress made Ao Kun have a huge gap in his heart, and Li Chuyi's eyes were not looking at people, but more like looking at an incomprehensible monster.

"It seems that you really didn't swallow those pseudo-immortals in vain, this time it's a bit interesting. ”

The funeral king was also a little surprised, and praised it a little.

Li Chuyi was just about to say a few words of "humility" proudly, but when he saw that the funeral king ignored him, he flashed directly next to the ban, and very casually stretched out his finger and poked it lightly, and the ban in the eyes of the Yin and Yang Dao suddenly dissipated.

The others couldn't see the ban but felt a strong wind sweeping by, and this wind was not an ordinary wind, but a void storm mixed with a lot of broken rules. Fortunately, their strength is not bad, so they were not injured, and if they were replaced by a cultivator who was almost gone, it was estimated that they would be dead in just one moment, and Li Sinian, who was in a coma, was strictly protected by Zhu Sanniang and did not let him be hurt at all.

"The stinky show, the master will be okay in the future!"

Muttering, Li Chuyi was indignant. In the past, when the Taoist priest was still alive, he always loved to hit him, but now that the Taoist priest is dead, a burial king has emerged, which is also a general bad taste.

is really worthy of being an apprentice taught by Dao Yanming, and he is a person who was brought out by a nervous disorder, and his personality is just as bad. Fortunately, he has not been contaminated, if there is an apprentice in the future, he must be treated well, and he must not solve his hobbies under the banner of sharpening like Taoist priests and burial kings, you must know that not everyone can accept any "suffering" like him.

Hey, I actually thought of accepting apprentices, does this mean that I am mature?

With a joy in his heart, the image of the Taoist priest suddenly appeared in his mind, and he looked at him with a wicked smile: "You are not mature, but old." ”

The joy instantly turned into tiredness, and "looking" at the Taoist priest who didn't forget to hit him even if he died in his mind, Li Chuyi was angry and sad.

He missed the Taoist priest.

I miss the Taoist priest burying him in person, squeezing him so dumbfounded that he can only sulk by himself; I miss the Taoist priest who will coax him in various unique ways after he has had enough, such as the overlord meal, which was not wonderful at the time, but now it is a very beautiful precious memory.

Things that used to be readily available have now become supreme treasures that cannot be expected, this feeling is very bad, every time I think about it, it makes people panic, and there is a sense of vicissitudes of time.

Sucking his nose and wiping the slightly wet corners of his eyes, Li Chuyi's eyes quickly burned.

The dragon's blood without the ban smelled enticing, and the majestic vitality drew every inch of flesh and blood in his body*, urging him to swallow it in one gulp, but his excitement was not due to instinct, but from an extreme thirst for power.

If he wants to take revenge, he must have more power to rely on. The more the two forces of life and death are balanced in his body, the stronger he will be.

He didn't know if he would be able to match Dao Yanming on the day when his life and death were completely balanced, but according to the Burial King, even if he couldn't defeat him on that day, it wouldn't be so easy for Dao Yanming to kill him.

People who can't kill are the most terrible, just like the Taoist priest often nags the sentence, 'not afraid of thieves stealing, afraid of thieves', as long as you can't die, that time if you don't succeed, twice, twice if you don't succeed, three times if you don't succeed, and try until you succeed.

It doesn't matter if you lose all your memories, even if you become an emotionless walking corpse, as long as you remember the blood debts, Dao Yanming must die, and you have to do it at any cost.

"Bring him here. ”

Retracting his gaze, Li Chuyi beckoned to Zhu Sanniang. Of course, he will not forget the purpose of this trip, and he must first cure Li Sinian's dark disease.

Looking at the unconscious Li Sinian, Li Chuyi pursed his lips, feeling that this guy was the happiest one.

Lai "pretended to sleep" in the arms of the beauty, he didn't see it when he beat him to death, and after a lot of money, he began to share the spoils, but he got a share first, this kind of good thing Li Chu was depressed and panicked when he thought about it, and the most depressed thing was that this benefit was still given to him by himself.

"When you get better, you have to change your name, it's not called Li Sinian, you have to call Li Guonian!"

Muttering in his mouth, Li Chu grabbed Li Sinian and threw it at the dragon's blood, but the Burial King suddenly appeared beside him and raised his hand to press him down.

"What are you doing?" Li Chuyi wondered.

The Burial King looked at him with a facial expression: "Do you have a grudge against him?"

Li Chuyi was stunned by the rhetorical question of the buried king: "What do you mean?"

Pointing to the dragon's blood, the Burial King said lightly: "That's the essence blood of the real dragon, you and I have to work hard to refine, and his cultivation is so fragile in the flesh, do you want to burn him?"

"Uh..."

Li Chuyi slapped his head suddenly, secretly scolded himself for being confused, and almost forgot about this stubble in a hurry.

His ability to directly refine dragon blood does not mean that Li Sinian can also, and besides, he is not unscathed, I remember that the vast dragon blood in the ancient dragon mound tortured him to death, and he was in a coma most of the time before he slowly survived.

"What then?" asked Li Chuyi.

The Burial King did not answer, but raised his hand to take Li Sinian in front of him, hooked his fingers and gently picked up the blood mass, and a wisp of dragon blood with the thickness of a tail finger suddenly separated and floated over, and was evaporated into a golden mist by the Burial King before it disappeared a little bit along Li Sinian's mouth and nose, and was entrenched in his Zhihai and Dantian under the control of the Burial King.

The ghost's eyes flickered, his lips moved slightly, and a sentence of mental mantra was transmitted to Li Sinian's sea of knowledge, and Li Sinian, who was in a coma, did not wake up, but his lips trembled slightly, and he followed the funeral king silently reciting something.

Leaning less, the Burial King flipped his hand and held it in his hands, and a triangular rune was quickly constructed, slowly rotating and exuding a mysterious aura. Gently pressed down, the rune slowly melted into Li Sinian's eyebrows, and when the last ray of light disappeared, leaving an inverted triangular star-shaped imprint, which lasted for a moment and then completely disappeared, Li Sinian's eyes opened.

"Why are you looking at me?"

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw several people staring at me without blinking, and everyone had to be weak-hearted.

"He's all right?" Ignoring Li Sinian, Li Chuyi asked the Burial King in surprise.

"It's not that easy. The Burial King said lightly, "I suppressed his divine soul with the true dragon qi in the dragon's blood, and the power of the dragon's blood will penetrate into his divine soul little by little through the ban to help him wash away the impurities." But this can only clear the remaining residual thoughts, and the part of the divine soul dragon blood that has been changed by residual thoughts is also powerless. All I did was help him erase the aftermath and prevent his condition from getting worse, and he had to rely on himself if he wanted to recover. ”

"That's enough!"

Li Chuyi was overjoyed and wanted to go over and hug to express his gratitude, but looking at the disgust and vigilance on the face of the burial king, he could only hold back, and changed to slap Li Sinian's back non-stop.

Li Sinian's spine was about to be broken, but he didn't mean to be dissatisfied at all. Fang Cai Zhu Sanniang secretly told him the truth of the matter, and now he only has happiness and gratitude in his heart.

I remember that when I was a child, my father always told me that no matter how talented I was, it was not as good as a noble person to help me, but now I think about it. At the beginning, greed and a little luck created his encounter with Li Chuyi, and later there were ups and downs, and Li Sinian never regretted it, and always felt that he was lucky.

Without Li Chuyi, he may not have suffered so much, but without Li Chuyi, his life would not be so exciting.

Without Li Chuyi, how could he know so many strange masters, and how could he have such a cultivation now?

Who would have thought that a small god refining cultivator on Green Beach back then could become what it is today, and if it were replaced by someone else, how many people would be willing to give away even the essence blood of the true dragon in order to save themselves like Li Chuyi?

That's the essence of a real dragon!

Li Sinian trembled with excitement when he thought about it.

Li Chuyi wants to thank him, but he has to thank this master who helped him first, according to Zhu Sanniang, this master is the legendary burial king who dares to put the right thing at the same time as the Three Realms Heavenly Dao, Li Sinian was shocked and dared to slacken.

"Thank you, senior!"

Li Sinian bowed his head, and his tone was a little trembling.

A legendary-level power that can't be killed by the Heavenly Dao, he can still say a whole sentence, and he is already a good cultivator, not to mention that the two ghost fires with the same eyes of the other party are so mad.

The Burial King nodded lightly, looking indifferent, and then pointed to the dragon blood and asked Li Chuyi, "How to divide it?"