"Don't you think it's ridiculous to die and still have this kind of spring and autumn dream?"

Ling Hantian's face was indifferent, his hands were sealed, and more Fire God Flames suddenly surged, enveloping the Wood Qilin in it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Laugh at! Laugh at!

Endless black smoke rose, and a thick stench was emitted all around, and the aura of the wood qilin quickly weakened.

A burst of screams rang out, and Mu Qilin felt the breath of death, and endless fear was born in his heart.

"No, Ling Hantian, you can't kill me, if you kill me, our Mu family won't let you go!"

Mu Qilin's voice was full of resentment, and now the only person he could count on was that he was a descendant of the Mu family.

"The Mu family? If you do such a thing, I don't know how Zhentian Haicheng will treat your Mu family if he knows about it! ”

Ling Hantian sneered and increased his refining efforts.

"I, I...... Ling Hantian, don't kill me, I'm willing to be a cow and a horse for you, do you want to learn the Soul Devouring Blood Technique? This is a peerless technique equivalent to the level of the Heavenly Emperor Sutra! I can teach you! ”

"Don't talk nonsense, today you are dead, I, Ling Hantian, have even practiced the Heavenly Emperor Sutra, and you want to impress me with this broken exercise?"

“……”

Ling Hantian was indifferent to all the temptations that Mu Qilin said, although this Spirit Devouring Blood Technique was very weird, but it was not taken seriously.

However, for this kind of evil skill that devours other people's essence and blood and the inner world to cultivate, Ling Hantian felt that there was a little reference value in it, that is, the fusion of the power of the bloodline.

Ling Hantian possessed the bloodline of the Infinite Heavenly Emperor, and in his early years, he had obtained a drop of Supreme Divine Blood, and these two top-notch bloods had not been fused together now.

Ling Hantian naturally wanted to fuse the two, and in that case, the power of his bloodline would be even stronger.

Of course, this Spirit Devouring Blood Recipe can get the best, and if you can't get it, Ling Hantian will not be reluctant, now you can only wait for the Wood Qilin to slowly refine it, and finally see if you can search for souls.

"Ling Hantian, you can't die well!"

"Ling Hantian, I won't let you go if I'm a ghost!"

"Ling Hantian ......"

In the Melting Sun Furnace of the Flood Desolation, the Wood Qilin kept insulting, but Ling Hantian turned a deaf ear and mobilized the Fire God Flame to destroy the Wood Qilin.

As the wooden qilin was gradually incinerated, a lot of black smoke slowly gathered in the Flood Melting Sun Furnace, and these smoke could not be removed under the calcination of the Fire God Flame.

Ling Hantian's gaze swept over it, and he couldn't help frowning slightly, these smoke didn't seem to be anything unusual, but he intuitively felt him.

Smoke, not simple!

The Wood Qilin had been completely wiped out, and even a trace of its soul consciousness was burned into nothingness by the Fire God Flame.

The only thing left was a cloud of dark smoke.

The smoke gathered together, and it had no intention of dissipating, and Ling Hantian's soul looked at the pitch-black smoke with a frown.

However, there was no change in the pitch-black smoke, and Ling Hantian couldn't find out what was going on for a while, so he had to put the matter aside for the time being.

Whining!

However, just as Ling Hantian was about to evacuate his soul power, the pitch-black smoke suddenly surged, as if there were ten thousand ghosts roaring.

Quack Quack ......

A burst of laughter that was even more eerie than the eerie laughter of the wooden unicorn sounded, and just listening to this weird laughter made people feel a hairy sense of panic.

"Who are you?"

Ling Hantian put his hands behind his back, this thing was definitely not left by the Wood Qilin, and it seemed that this pitch-black smoke should be a foreign object close to the soul.

"Old man, Blood Spirit!"

The pitch-black smoke surged, and finally formed a sea of blood like the previous changes of the wooden qilin, and in the center of the pitch-black smoke, a terrifying smoke skull was formed.

"I haven't heard of it, how did you hide in the body of the wooden qilin?"

Ling Hantian frowned, if his guess was right, this Blood Spirit Son should be the demon who made trouble in Tianhai City thousands of years ago.

Although Ling Hantian didn't know about the past, it should be that the ancestor of the Mu family didn't kill the Blood Spirit Son, causing the little spark left by this guy for Mu Qilin to get.

"Little guy, it looks like you are the descendant of the Zhu family, right? Hehe, I think the old man and the ancestors of your Zhu family had a good relationship. ”

Blood Lingzi was not angry because Ling Hantian said that he hadn't heard of him, but instead had a sense of closeness in his words.

Ling Hantian couldn't help but sneer, didn't this guy think he was so easy to deceive?

"What's your name, little one?"

"Little guy, is the old boy Zhu Junrong still alive?"

The Blood Spirit Son kept trying to get closer to Ling Hantian, but Ling Hantian's soul kept carrying his hands behind his back, looking at the pitch-black smoke that kept talking as if he was joking.

"Okay, if you don't tell your own purpose again, Ling won't be accompanied!"

At this moment, Ling Hantian shook his head slightly, although the words of the blood spirit son were close to one ring after another, it was a pity that he Ling Hantian was not the first brother who had just debuted.

"Hey, today's young people, all of them look like human spirits, okay, the old man admits it, the old man wants to go out, what conditions do you need to release the old man?"

Blood Lingzi sighed again and again, and Ling Hantian thought a little that what this guy said was the same as the truth.

"Conditions, do you think you can come up with any conditions that will satisfy me?"

The corners of Ling Hantian's mouth lifted a beautiful arc, if there was anything worthy of his attention on this blood spirit son, it was the Spirit Devouring Blood Technique.

Although Ling Hantian couldn't practice this thing, it could be used as a reference, which also helped him to be more clear about the cultivation path of the Mixed Yuan Dao.

"Alas, what the little guy said is not bad, the old man now has only a few remnant souls left, and there is nothing else on his body except for the Spirit Devouring Blood Technique."

The Blood Spirit Son sighed, as if full of twilight.

"Then you will reproduce the cultivation method of the Spirit Devouring Blood Technique."

Ling Hantian glanced at the pitch-black smoke indifferently, he always felt that this thing was strange, and his vigilance soared.

"This can't be done, the Spirit Devouring Blood Recipe is a mystery that my blood clan does not pass on, how can I give it to you!"

Blood Spirit Son directly rejected Ling Hantian.

"You don't seem to have a choice, if you don't reproduce it, I'll refine it directly and make you disappear."

Ling Hantian smiled slightly, he didn't have to get the Spirit Devouring Blood Technique, but this pitch-black smoke was very weird, and he couldn't refine it for the time being.

"Quack, little guy, the old man is old, don't deceive the old man, if you can refine the old man, how can the old man communicate with you now."

Blood Lingzi chuckled, he naturally knew that Ling Hantian couldn't help him at all now.

"However, if you really want to practice the Spirit Devouring Blood Technique, it's not impossible, as long as you worship me as a teacher, everything is easy to say."

"If you want to be Ling's master, I'm afraid you don't have this qualification yet, since you don't reproduce it, then Ling won't accompany you."

The corners of Ling Hantian's mouth set off a sneering arc, and then he withdrew this trace of soul.

This Blood Spirit Son, Ling Hantian felt that he couldn't do anything for the time being, so he could only seal it in the Flood Desolation Sun Melting Furnace for a while.