Close your eyes and pranayama.

An hour later, Yang Yifan, who had adjusted his state to the peak, took out the jade bottle again, and opened the cork densely covered with spirit patterns with a snap, and a drop of essence blood the size of a thumb immediately flew out, flashing with a demonic red light.

Rumble!

A vast and boundless coercion spread out, the dust on the floor of the secret room was instantly swept away, and the robe on Yang Yifan's body was suddenly agitated.

Very strong.

Yang Yifan heard Yan Xun say that this Jiaolong was also a quasi-saint when he was alive, but this strength must have surpassed Zhong Dao, otherwise, just a drop of essence blood would definitely not have such a might.

"I hope it can be solved. ”

He muttered to himself, and then the spiritual power in his body immediately swept out like a tide, surging towards the drop of dragon essence blood.

At the moment when the spiritual power touched, the drop of dragon essence blood was full of red light, and the entire secret room was suddenly occupied by red light, revealing a bloody smell.

And those essence blood twisted and twisted into a small dragon, and between the swings, Yang Yifan's spiritual power was blocked, and there was even an invisible force that impacted over, making Yang Yifan feel as if he had been stabbed by a sharp sword, and severe pain came.

"My predecessor is alive, and I am certainly invincible, but now, you are just a drop of essence blood. ”

Yang Yifan was also angry, and a drop of essence blood wanted to stop him, which was absolutely impossible.

The momentum on his body exploded instantly, the high battle intent burned, the bloody aura surged, and the spiritual power in his whole body poured out like a storm, overwhelmingly wrapping towards the drop of dragon essence blood.

The resistance was strong.

But it still didn't work.

Under Yang Yifan's almost savage impact suppression, the tiny dragon was trapped, and then little by little it was caught in front of him, and then swallowed by him in one gulp.

"Roar. ”

At this moment, the sound of roaring sounded, shaking Yang Yifan's soul, and faintly, it seemed that a thousand-zhang dragon emerged from his sea of knowledge, opening its teeth and dancing its claws, wanting to tear his soul apart.

"My divine soul is indestructible, and the Yaksha Sage is difficult to shake, and you can't do it, break it for me. ”

In the roar, the phantom of the thousand-zhang dragon suddenly shattered, and the roar disappeared, as if nothing had ever appeared.

When it comes to will, there are not many people in this world who are more tenacious than Yang Yifan, the pain he suffered before is unimaginable to many people, and few people can persevere, but he did it.

Moreover, not to mention rejecting the quasi-saint Zhong Dao, how many people could do this if he could refuse the demon's proposal to learn the sword when he was in the body quenching realm?

As long as he believes in what he believes and what he insists on, nothing can be changed, not even death.

Jiaolong's essence blood was scurrying in his body, wanting to break out of his body, making Yang Yifan also feel like there was a peerless sword in his body that was constantly stabbing, making him unbearable.

"Give me a crackdown. ”

Yang Yifan didn't believe it, but it was just a drop of essence blood, could it still turn the sky upside down?

The sixth layer of the Heavenly Dragon Alchemy Technique was running at full strength, wrapping the drop of Jiaolong essence blood and forcibly suppressing it, and the resistance of the Jiaolong essence blood became more and more intense, the meridians were broken, the internal organs were bleeding, and in a short period of time, his body was a mess, which was why Zhong Dao had to remind Yang Yifan not to try refining easily.

However, Yang Yifan didn't have that much time to wait.

"Go on. ”

Ignoring the increasingly terrifying injury, Yang Yifan just kept running the Heavenly Dragon Alchemy Technique, constantly refining the essence blood of the dragon, although he could only refine a trace of it every Zhou Tian, but a little could become a lot.

His injuries were getting worse, and the resistance of the dragon essence blood was weakening.

An hour.

Two hours.

Five hours.

Syllable.

That drop of Jiaolong essence blood could no longer bear it, it shattered suddenly, and all resistance stopped, and the majestic power contained in it was refined by the Heavenly Dragon Alchemy Technique, repairing Yang Yifan's injuries.

But what Yang Yifan needs is not these powers, but the trace of divine soul will contained in the essence blood.

The essence blood was shattered, and the remnants of the Jiaolong Quasi-Saint's Divine Soul Will were also stripped out, and then entered Yang Yifan's sea of consciousness and came to his divine soul.

It is the phantom appearance of a five-clawed dragon.

The others took this dragon essence blood, firstly, for the power contained in it to wash the flesh and improve the strength, and secondly, for the sake of this trace of divine soul will, which is left by the quasi-sanctuary, and it is beneficial to the improvement of the realm by carefully understanding and figuring it out.

But Yang Yifan doesn't need this.

"Fusion. ”

The power of the divine soul poured out, including the five-clawed dragon phantom, and then Yang Yifan fused it so violently.

The process of fusion is slow.

And slowly, his soul also revealed a trace of Jiaolong's unique aura.

Will it work?

Yang Yifan once again ran the Heavenly Dragon Alchemy Technique with all his might, and at the same time, opened a small gap in the power seal laid by the Spirit of the Cave Mansion.

Burst.

Just in the middle of the lightning, a sharp pain came from his chest, the flesh was torn, and a palm-sized scale armor appeared, like a barb, directly piercing his clothes.

It's still spreading.

The power seal shook constantly.

Damn it.

Yang Yifan scolded in his heart, and immediately closed the power seal again, but the mysterious power that appeared inexplicably was still rushing towards the seal, but in the end, it was suppressed.

Bang.

His whole body fell to the ground at once, panting heavily, although it was only a few breaths, but he realized the turbulence and enormity of the mysterious power of the counterattack, indeed, as the spirit of the cave said, if it can't be solved, when it breaks out again, it will be extremely serious.

It's still a failure.

However, Yang Yifan was not depressed, he had already been mentally prepared, there was still time, he would not give up, anyway, as long as there was still a breath left, he would do his best.

Syllable.

Holding his right hand on the ground and sitting up, Yang Yifan glanced at his chest, and five pieces of scale armor appeared, if it weren't for the suppression of the power seal, I am afraid that he should be covered with it now.

Raising his hand and grabbing the scale armor, Yang Yifan frowned slightly, and directly ripped it off, and immediately a piece of flesh and blood flew up, his fingers clenched, and he wanted to crush it, but a touch of surprise immediately flashed in his eyes.

(End of chapter)