"Ahh

"Stop, I admit it, what do you want, as long as you let go of this seat, this seat will promise you everything. ”

The Blood Shadow howled again and again, and finally couldn't hold it anymore, and shouted.

If it weren't for the fact that this blood clone was extremely important to him and indispensable, how could he compromise on everything.

The blood shadow looked at Chen Ning's gaze full of hatred, and said secretly in his heart: "If I wait for me to get out of trouble and my true body comes, I will definitely drain your whole body of essence and blood to death." ”

The blood shadow's facial features were completely covered by a thick bloody aura, but the hatred was undisguised and penetrated through the body.

It's just that Chen Ning ignored him at all, pinched the magic trick again, and shot out a stream of true fire towards the blood shadow to refine, he wanted to completely destroy and refine the divine consciousness of this blood shadow.

"Rumble"

The Ding Furnace was whirring, the demon fire was like a huge pillar of fire, and the terrifying temperature was that Chen Ning was outside the Ding Furnace, and he also felt a burst of scorching heat.

"Ah...... What do you want to do, madman?"

The Blood Shadow roared, and at this time, he also found that the blazing flames were like swimming dragons, entangled in him.

For a while, the blood shadow was so frightened that his soul flew away, and he said in panic: "You don't want to die, the seal of the small world is about to collapse, and the Great Xia Kingdom is in trouble, in this case, you still dare to attack this seat, aren't you afraid of my Blood Luo Palace's pursuit?"

"As long as you let go of this seat, this seat can guarantee that the past is not to blame. ”

Blood Shadow didn't expect that Chen Ning didn't care about his coercion and temptation at all, and wanted to refine him.

When encountering this kind of person, the blood shadow is completely useless.

The blood shadow felt that he was about to be refined, and he couldn't change Chen Ning's will, so he immediately said fiercely: "Beast, when this real body comes to the Great Xia Kingdom, I must peel you off your skin and bones, and extract the essence and blood of your whole body alive and die." ”

The blood shadow roared wildly, and the bloody aura rose into the sky, shaking the furnace trembling.

Chen Ning's face was expressionless, and the refining technique seal slapped down heavily.

The demon fire was like a pillar, gushing out, burning all the blood shadows, and the bloody qi gradually refined in the flames.

Soon, the curse of the blood shadow disappeared completely, leaving only a sea of blood rising and falling in the Ding Furnace.

This is the blood of the blood shadow, full of surging aura.

Chen Ning quickly pinched the refiner handprint in his hand, and played out one trick after another.

The divine consciousness suddenly turned into a tide and poured into the Ding Furnace.

The divine consciousness on the blood shadow was directly erased, which could be regarded as completely refined.

......

Thousands of miles away, small world.

Hall of Blood.

In a cold underground palace.

The Blood Luo Hall Lord's eyes suddenly opened, then his face turned red, and he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and his spirit suddenly languished.

Seeing this, many of the Blood Luo Hall elders who were protecting the Dharma next to them immediately panicked and said, "Hall Master, what happened?"

When all the elders next to him heard this, they all looked at the Blood Luo Hall Lord with nervous expressions.

The expression of the Blood Luo Hall Lord was hideous, his face was full of murderous aura, and he said angrily: "Beast, damn it, you actually have the guts to refine a blood clone of this seat, and when the Blood Luo Palace monarch comes to the Great Xia Kingdom, this seat will definitely teach you to regret it." ”

The Blood Luo Hall Lord shouted, and a burst of bloody aura filled the underground palace.

The elders glanced at each other, all feeling a trace of pity for the person who had offended the Lord of the Blood Luo Palace.

......

Kyoto.

Chen Ning snorted lightly, his hands kept swimming in the void, and the golden tadpole words went down one by one.

I saw that the words hit the sea of blood one by one, and suddenly turned into lines,

The golden patterns gradually crawled all over the sea of blood. The demon fire also rushed towards the sea of blood with a roar, continuing to refine the sea of blood.

In the Ding Furnace, the sea of blood slowly condensed into a humanoid state under the action of that pattern, and the facial features were blurred, and it was impossible to see the appearance.

This sea of blood was refined, and a human form was refined.

It's just that this blood shadow, the outline is very different from the original appearance, but it is a little similar to Chen Ning.

This sea of blood was actually refined by Chen Ning into his clone.

It's just that Chen Ning didn't practice the exercises of the Blood Luo Palace, and this blood clone lost the possibility of absorbing essence blood and continuing to grow.

Chen Ning took a look at this blood clone, the level was not low, and the Dao Extreme Realm was heavy.

can be regarded as a master.

And Chen Ning could completely feel that in that blood shadow clone, there was no difference from his own body, they were all controlled by himself, such as the command of his arms, but his body was different.

Although this blood clone was refined, it was not very useful to Chen Ning.

This is also why Chen Ning dared to say that a doppelganger of the Dao Extreme Realm has no effect, if other martial artists get such a clone, they will probably be crazy with excitement.

......

Just when Chen Ning was refining his blood clone.

Kyoto, in the middle of a silent mountain cliff.

This is the ancestral land of the Nangong family.

Before the Nangong family became a martial arts family in Kyoto, Nangong Old Ancestor was just a small Taoist priest in a Taoist temple in this mountain.

Later, after the death of the old Taoist, only Nangong Lao Zu was left.

Nangong Laozu, who was still the head of the trail at the time, packed his luggage and went down the mountain.

Relying on the martial arts taught by the old Taoist, Nangong Ancestor plunged into the martial arts world of Kyoto, and made a great name, founded the Nangong family, and spread its branches.

After many years passed, the Nangong family gradually grew and became a martial arts family that was not weaker than the Sun and Li families.

However, the Nangong family is relatively low-key.

Moreover, after Nangong Ancestor created this huge family, he returned to a green mountain, this small broken Taoist temple, and devoted himself to cultivation.

The disciples of the Nangong family have never come to disturb the Nangong Ancestor.

And this day.

On this green hill.

Outside a Taoist temple, dozens of disciples of the Nangong family knelt respectfully in front of the Taoist temple, motionless.

In the disciples of these Nangong families, the sword intent and the power of qi and blood were hidden, like volcanic magma that had been severely suppressed, and they were suppressed.

These disciples are all elites of the Nangong family guarding Kyoto, and many of them are geniuses who follow Nangong Ancestor's cultivation.

Many Nangong disciples lowered their eyes, their eyes were white, and they were obviously immersed in the world of swordsmanship.

There are several Nangong disciples whose aura is even stronger than Nangong Yan, and it is only a thin line away from stepping into the Dao Extreme Realm.

Such strong people, in the martial arts world in Kyoto, are comparable to the existence of the head of the martial arts family.

At the gate of the dilapidated Taoist temple, there were five people.

The Nangong family has always kept a low profile, but no one expected that its strength would be so strong.

Under the leadership of these elite disciples at the peak of the Emperor Extreme Realm.

These dozens of disciples all bowed their heads as if they were kneeling down to worship the gods, looking respectfully at a calm and indifferent figure in the Taoist temple.

This figure is an old man with a rickety waist, wearing a set of black and white robes.

The old man's hair was gray, and he sat on the floor motionless, like a withered tree.

His eyes were closed, and his breath was sluggish, as if he were dead.

But the crowd was not surprised, because the old man had been in this state for several months.

During this period, I never opened my eyes.