readx;? Mei Jingmu saw Fang Xiaowu walking towards the Blood Dragon King, knowing what he was going to do, after taking a long breath, he reluctantly said, "Young Master Fang, don't go ......"

Fang Xiaowu said with a resolute face: "Master Mei, you don't have to worry about me, I know what I'm doing." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

After a while, he walked to a place more than thirty zhang away from the Blood Dragon King, flicked his wrist, and took out the wooden sword from the storage ring.

Although there are a few weapons hidden in his storage ring, to be honest, the only weapon that really works at this time is this wooden sword, the magic of this kind of wooden sword is far from being comparable to ordinary weapons, even if it is a heaven-level weapon, there is no way to describe it.

And after Fang Xiaowu took out the wooden sword, he secretly poured his vitality into it, and when he felt that it was about the same, he slowly stabbed out with a sword.

When the tip of the wooden sword encountered the protective shield of the King of the Blood Dragon, there was an immediate resistance, but at the same time, the tip of the wooden sword suddenly spit out a white light, and then, as if conjuring, a feather emerged from the tip of the sword.

The power of this feather was amazingly powerful, and it easily broke through the protective shield of the Blood Dragon King.

After a short time, Fang Xiaowu walked step by step to the body of the Blood Dragon King's tree.

Don't look at Fang Xiaowu who only walked as far as thirty zhang, but if Fang Xiaowu hadn't opened the way with a wooden sword in his hand, it would have been impossible for him to come this way at all.

And a performance like this, unless it is a master who has reached the peak of martial arts, otherwise, even a master like Mei Jingmu can only go to about ten zhang, once he continues to go inside, his physical body will not be able to withstand the divine power of the King of the Blood Dragon at all.

Fang Xiaowu raised his head, a blood dragon fruit was less than two feet above his head, as long as he flew up gently, and then reached out and grabbed it, he could get the blood dragon fruit, but he also knew that in such a situation, let alone flying up, even if it was a slight jump upward, it would be as difficult as climbing to the sky.

After thinking about it, Fang Xiaowu secretly took a breath and tried to show the "Flying Feather Ascending to the Sky" technique.

At first, he didn't feel anything at all, but as time passed, and after half an hour, he noticed that his body had become very light, and behind him, two looming wings suddenly appeared.

With a "whew", Fang Xiaowu's feet actually floated off the ground, although they were only about a foot away from the ground, they could be regarded as flying.

"Hey, it turns out that I have already cultivated the 'Flying Feather Ascending to the Sky', but if I want to 'ascend' now, I'm afraid it won't be so easy. ”

Fang Xiaowu tried to lift his left foot up, but as soon as his left foot moved, he felt like a huge mountain was pressing down on his whole body, and he couldn't even move.

After Fang Xiaowu tried it a few times, he couldn't help but be a little discouraged every time.

However, he didn't give up.

If he gives up now, the person who dies must be him, because he has now become a tiger riding a difficult force, and the current situation is either that he died under the divine power of the Blood Dragon King, or that he took a Blood Dragon Fruit from the Blood Dragon King's body and left.

As the saying goes, the greater the pressure, the stronger the combat effectiveness, Fang Xiaowu relied on a momentum of not admitting defeat, and after fighting against the divine power of the Blood Dragon King for half an hour, he actually raised his left foot up slightly.

And as soon as he lifted it, the two looming wings behind him suddenly became substantial, as if they were real, and the power blessed to him suddenly doubled, plus the wooden sword in his hand, and the cold feather in the wooden sword, the slowly raised left foot actually rose up little by little, and no one could stop it.

Bang!

An incredible force suddenly erupted from Fang Xiaowu's body, which actually shook the torso of the Blood Dragon King violently, and at the same time, Fang Xiaowu also felt that the little man in the Purple Mansion, that is, his Yuan Soul, suddenly opened his eyes.

In an instant, without Fang Xiaowu's mobilization at all, the eight billion yuan of power in the Purple Mansion could be used by him and stabilized his body.

When his left foot was lifted to the point where he couldn't go up, Fang Xiaowu slowly lifted his right foot and used his right foot to launch the power of "Flying Feather to the Sky".

Although he felt as if his whole body was pressing against a huge mountain, and even heard his own bone joints rattling, as if they were about to shatter at any time, he gritted his teeth and slowly walked up with the blood that had been gushing out of his left foot.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.

Although it was only nine steps, with each step, the strength on Fang Xiaowu's body would double, and after the ninth step, Fang Xiaowu's strength had reached an extremely terrifying level, and he suddenly felt that the pressure on his body was slightly less, and he was no longer as hard as before.

He raised his arm high and unexpectedly got a blood dragon fruit, and was about to take it down from the branch of the blood dragon tree.

Suddenly, the Blood Dragon King suddenly emitted a devouring power, as if he was going to devour Fang Xiaowu, just like he had devoured the plum blossom wood sword sent out by Mei Jingmu.

And at this moment, in Fang Xiaowu's lower abdomen, the Sumeru bead suddenly turned rapidly.

With a "boom", the Sumeru bead exploded in Fang Xiaowu's lower abdomen, and then quickly formed a new bead, which was dazzling.

And at the moment when the Sumeru bead exploded, Fang Xiaowu's spirit suddenly lifted, as if he had obtained the power of heaven and earth, and pulled it down with all his strength, and then ripped the blood dragon fruit off the branch of the blood dragon wood, and flew to the ground, but it was all right.

Fang Xiaowu looked inward and found that the new Sumeru bead had become transparent, and mountains and rivers could be seen from inside.

"Hey, could it be that this bead has changed?"

Fang Xiaowu was about to put the Blood Dragon Fruit into the storage ring when he suddenly felt a strong feeling of hunger hit him, and he was very painful.

"Damn it!"

Fang Xiaowu scolded in his heart.

He knew it was the strange smell that was starting to haunt him again.

It's not that he wants to eat the blood dragon fruit, but that strange aura wants to eat the blood dragon fruit, so he can only put the freshly picked blood dragon fruit in his hand to his mouth.

Before he could open his mouth to take a bite, the blood dragon fruit suddenly turned into a piece of elixir, entered his mouth, and then entered the middle dantian.

However, a Blood Dragon Fruit had no way to satisfy the hunger in Fang Xiaowu's body at all, he had to put himself together, and he could actually come and go freely in the protective shield of the Blood Dragon King, and he couldn't help but rejoice, his body flew around the Blood Dragon King like lightning.

After a while, more than seventy of the hundred blood dragon fruits were picked by Fang Xiaowu, and all of them were sent into Fang Xiaowu's mouth, turned into elixir, and entered the middle dantian.

Fortunately, after Fang Xiaowu ate seventy-three blood dragon fruits, he finally satisfied that hunger, and he didn't feel hungry anymore, otherwise, if he kept eating like this, let alone a hundred blood dragon fruits, even if it was ten thousand blood dragon fruits, I am afraid it would not be enough for him to eat.