The sea of consciousness is where the consciousness is located, the place where the soul is located, and the place where the essence of a person can be seen directly.

The Wu clan's cultivation of the soul is not very strong, and the strength of the Wu clan in Kyushu actually lies in their physical bodies and the natural supernatural powers that match their physical bodies.

As a new-generation demon saint who uses the way of death to preach the Tao and mix the element, Zhao Ping's attainments in the soul are naturally extraordinary, and ordinary saints are really not as powerful as Zhao Ping, the powerful person of the way of death.

What a tragedy it is for the remnant soul of the ancestral witch to collide with the soul of the real Great Sage.

Zhao Dasheng easily crushed Zhu Rong's remnant soul into pieces with absolute strength, and the inheritance contained in the remnant soul was directly absorbed by Zhao Ping. It's a pity that Zhao Ping didn't get the complete Zhurong inheritance, and after seeing Zhao Ping's soul essence, the remnant soul who knew that he was invincible almost immediately chose to destroy the inheritance he carried.

Zhao Ping was fast enough, but unfortunately he was still one step slower, and Zhu Rong's remnant soul destroyed nearly fifty percent of the fire inheritance.

After closing his eyes and comprehending the fire inheritance of the crippled Southern Fire Ancestor Wu Zhurong for a while, Zhao Ping sighed with a little dissatisfaction. The movement of the remnant soul was indeed fast, even if Zhao Ping did not hesitate to use great perseverance and great spirit, and spent the power of the divine soul to complete the inheritance of fire, he still failed.

The inheritance of fire lacks some cores, even with Zhao Dasheng's deduction, the good superb exercises are still downgraded to the level of ordinary high-grade fire dao exercises, which suddenly makes Zhao Ping, who loves to collect all kinds of items, quite unhappy, this feels like a newly snatched toy is missing a foot.

"Forget it, it's not bad to be able to get a high-grade Fire Dao Exercise Rich Interception Sect Library, after all, this matter can't be forced." Zhao Ping slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the golden flame in the brazier in front of him, which seemed to be much dimmer due to the lack of spirituality, he sighed lightly with pity.

That's true. After all, Zhu Rong was a figure during the Lich War, and the Lich and Demon Clans were on the same page at that time. Zhao Ping was able to get a high-grade exercise from the feud ancestor witch, and for this alone, Zhao Ping felt that he could brag in front of some old friends for a long time.

Feeling the slightest threat in Zhurong Shenhuo dissipating, the toffee that had been greedy for a long time suddenly couldn't hold it anymore, she threw herself in front of Zhao Ping with a cheer, opened her mouth and bit down on the Zhurong Shenhuo that was beating in the brazier.

As if he had gnawed on Yuanshi, the big foodie of toffee held his bulging face and showed a happy smile.

"I like my dad the most!" The draught did not forget to dig the well, and swallowed the Zhurong Shenhuo in his mouth. Milk Candy smiled and cheered at Zhao Ping.

Hearing the cheers of the toffee, Zhao Ping couldn't help but roll his eyes, looking at the toffee happily eating, Zhao Ping asked the toffee with interest: "Oh, then if you have to choose one between me and Shenhuo, which one do you choose?" ”

Holding a golden flame in one hand, eating the fragrant toffee, after hearing Zhao Ping's question, he was immediately stunned, and looked at the flame toffee in his hand and fell into a tangle.

Zhao Ping looked at the toffee and was silent for a long time. After learning from the pain, he put the fire ball back into the brazier with a painful face, and looked at himself with teary eyes, Zhao Ping immediately cried and laughed.

This foodie is hopeless.

"Don't worry, it's enough to follow this divine fire!" Zhao Ping raised his hand and stroked Milk Candy's hair. He laughed lovingly.

Zhao Ping's words are indeed not fooling the foodie of toffee, just on Zhao Ping's baby game notebook, there are no less than ten detailed locations of divine fire.

Knowing what his dad was capable of, Milk Candy nodded excitedly. Again picked up the Zhurong Divine Fire in the brazier.

However, just as Toffee was about to pick up the last golden flame in the brazier and eat it clean. Toffee's hand reaching out to the ball of fire suddenly stopped.

Problematic! Zhao Ping and Ying Ji looked at the brazier in front of Milk Candy with solemn expressions at the same time.

And at this moment, a stream of blood suddenly overflowed from the brazier. The coercion formed by the rich blood qi made even Zhao Ping tremble twice.

The golden flames quietly dissipated in the stunned gaze of Milk Candy, and at the bottom of the brazier, a bright red blood bead the size of a baby's little finger appeared.

The blood qi was pervasive, and Zhao Ping, who was closest to the blood beads, just inhaled a trace of pale red blood, and an abnormal flush appeared on his cheeks.

"Ancestral Witch Essence Blood?!" Feeling the restless power in his body, Zhao Ping's eyes were full of astonishment as he looked at this blood bead.

The blood and qi were like a sea, and in a hazy way, Zhao Ping seemed to see a tall and strong man wearing golden fire pattern armor.

Zhao Ping shouted in his heart, it is not a fake, the one that appeared in front of him is really the blood of the ancestral witch!

Without a trace of hesitation, just like the toffee saw the divine fire, Zhao Ping's eyes flew directly with golden light, and the emerald green aura instantly wrapped Zhao Ping's right hand, and this ancestral witch essence blood that exuded a rich blood was immediately firmly grasped by Zhao Ping in the palm of his hand.

The ancestral witch has a spirit of blood, and it was grabbed by Zhao Ping and struggled frantically, and between the left and right collisions, Zhao Ping's cyan claw-shaped right hand flowed drop after drop of blood.

The sound of bones shattering sounded, Zhao Ping's eyes were tenacious and gritted his teeth, and the cyan aura on his right hand soared again, at this moment Zhao Ping's right hand was almost knocked into minced meat by the struggle of the ancestral witch's essence blood, but Zhao Ping did not let go, using the aura as a meridian, forcibly controlling his right hand to hold the ancestral witch's essence blood like a puppet.

Zhao Ping's expression was solemn, for the unavoidable forging artifact of the ancestral witch essence blood, this small injury on his right hand was nothing!

The smell of blood was permeating, and Zhao Ping's eyes glowed with a faint golden glow.

Zhao Ping gritted his teeth and tried his best to urge the diamond-like divine consciousness located in the sea of his own consciousness.

To Zhao Ping's surprise, the breath of the ancestral witch's essence blood actually loosened the diamond divine sense in Zhao Ping's sea of consciousness, and a ** golden divine power escaped from the surface of the diamond divine sense.

The power of the pale gold divine consciousness with the essence of the Great Sage-level was covered by Zhao Ping on his right hand in an instant, and the blood beads that were struggling frantically stopped in an instant!

"If the remnant soul just controlled this drop of ancestral witch essence blood......"

Recalling the playful battle in his sea of consciousness, Zhao Ping immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, the remnant soul directly entered his own sea of consciousness, otherwise if the remnant soul manipulated this drop of ancestral witch essence blood, Zhao Ping understood that he and Yingji might have to be planted here!

Zhao Ping's right hand holding the ancestral witch's essence blood slowly clenched, Zhao Ping's process of clenching his hand was extremely slow, after Zhao Ping and the ancestral witch's essence blood confronted each other for nearly two days, Zhao Ping's right hand finally clenched, and the drop of ancestral witch's essence blood was integrated into Zhao Ping's right hand palm.

The ancestral witch essence blood was very violent, not to mention that it was still a feud that the people of the demon clan absorbed the ancestral witch essence blood, the emerald green aura on Zhao Ping's right hand faded, and blood-colored cracks appeared on Zhao Ping's right hand and arm, making Zhao Ping's right hand look very terrifying.

Zhao Ping's right hand was filled with a blood-colored aura, overflowing with a wave of domineering ferocity from the ancients!

I don't know how long time has passed, and when Zhao Ping opened his eyes again, what imprinted into Zhao Ping's vision was Ying Ji's crimson eyes.

Zhao Ping raised his right hand, the cracked terrifying lines had disappeared, replaced by fine blood-colored lines like nets, and Zhao Ping's right hand now was like a terrifying and hideous ghost arm!

Zhao Ping opened his hand, and the cyan flame naturally appeared on Zhao Ping's right arm, and the cyan flame and Zhao Ping's right arm actually produced a strange sense of coordination, as if this cyan flame should appear on this arm.

The cyan flame doesn't have any temperature, it's just a manifestation, and it doesn't have the slightest collateral attack effect. But with the appearance of this cyan flame, a long, heavy, vicissitudes, and ancient aura emerged from Zhao Ping's hand, shocking people's hearts!

"The right arm is comparable to the middle of the Yuan Infant!" Zhao Ping's right hand opened and clenched, feeling the violent power contained in this arm, even Zhao Ping was stunned, Zhao Ping really didn't expect this ancestral witch essence blood to have such a powerful ability.

Zhu Rong's drop of ancestral witch essence blood is the purest ancestral witch essence blood, it does not have a trace of Zhu Rong's proud fire path inheritance, ancestral witch essence blood has only one ability, to wash the muscles and cut the marrow of future generations, and create a powerful witch body that can fight the heavens and the earth.

"It's a pity, the spirituality of the ancestral witch's essence blood has been cleaned back and forth by me, otherwise it can be improved even more......" Zhao Ping sighed again, Zhao Ping naturally didn't dare to underestimate the things of the demon clan's great enemy Zuwu.

Out of prudence, during the two days of his confrontation with the Ancestral Witch Essence Blood, Zhao Ping used his Great Sage Realm's divine sense to wash the spirituality in the Ancestral Witch Essence Blood back and forth.

"How many days have it been?" Zhao Ping sighed twice, and turned his head to look at the little ant girl Yingji who had been waiting on the side.

"Seven days." The little ant girl who didn't move for seven days in a row, like a delicate puppet, finally regained some vitality.

"It's been seven days?" Zhao Ping was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't expect that with the help of the power of his own divine sense, it would take him seven days to complete the refining of the ancestral witch's essence blood.

"In that case, pack up and get ready to leave." As he spoke, Zhao Ping's gaze glanced at the two dragon corpses with teeth and claws.

Ying Ji looked at Zhao Ping in confusion, and a faint confusion flashed in her eyes: "Clean up?" ”

Looking at the two huge dragon corpses, a cunning light flashed in Zhao Ping's eyes: "These two dragon corpses must find a way to take them away, if this thing is brought to the Dragon Monarch lineage, it can bring us extraordinary benefits!" Hey, if you really want to talk about it, these two dragons should be the ancestors of the perverted Sad Wind. (To be continued......)

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Oh, let's go, I'll start the defense tomorrow, damn it, I pinched my fingers and counted why I felt like I was going to kneel