The huge spider was almost twice the size of the Yang Dragon, but it lay there quietly, its dark green corpse emitting a disgusting fishy smell. Yang Long put away the stone spear and couldn't help but sigh and said, "The vitality of the ghost spider is the most tenacious and cunning, but in the end, there is only so much blood left, but it is enough. ”

After speaking, Yang Long's left hand stretched out to the spider's chest, his eyebrows condensed slightly, and the blood-colored light in his eyes flashed. Suddenly, a blood-colored halo appeared around Yang Long's body, which was particularly dazzling in this dark night. The blood-colored light that flashed in Yang Long's hand also condensed slightly in his palm, and the next moment, the evil qi around him began to become chaotic, and the halo of Yang Long's palm also emitted a violent fluctuation.

This is the method of ingesting blood that Whitebeard gave him, and Whitebeard once said that there are two ways to do this, one is to suck it directly with his mouth, just like a zombie in his previous life. The other is what Whitebeard taught, sensing that the blood between prey resonates with its own blood, so as to directly achieve a way to manipulate blood.

Undoubtedly, the second is the most difficult, but Yang Long is not willing to devour it directly with his mouth, although this is relatively simple, but this method is a bit like a vampire in his previous life, evil and abnormal, so he is not willing to do it at all. So Yang Long endured the pain of hunger and studied for three days before he could barely condense a bead of blood the size of a fingernail. However, this also made Yang Long excited for a long time, so it became the beginning of Yang Long's blood-sucking journey.

With the surging light of Yang Long's palm, in just an instant, the body of the huge spider began to flatten at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye. A stream of turquoise blood spilled out of it, converging into beads in Yang Long's hands, and the ghost spider's body slid down like a mummy.

Looking at the thumb-sized turquoise pill in his hand, Yang Long frowned slightly, swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and said, "I hate the smell of this ghost spider, I'd rather suck a hundred feet of blood, this fishy smell is too big, not to mention that it's only so much." ”

Although Yang Long said so, he did not hesitate to stuff the blood beads into his mouth. A warm stream of warmth came to the blood beads, and exploded in Yang Long's body. The next moment, Yang Long's eyes seemed to be coated with a layer of blood, emitting a strange bright red luster.

"Roar" Yang Long roared angrily, his face hideous. The black eyes alternated with the strange bright red, as if they were struggling with something. However, with Yang Long's extreme restraint, the ** was also suppressed bit by bit. By the time he finished doing this, Yang Long was already soaking wet, and his face was a little rosy.

After the blood beads were absorbed, an unprecedented feeling of comfort made the corners of Yang Long's mouth quietly upturn. The fist wind surged, and Yang Long's seemingly light punch directly blasted a hole in the hard stone wall. The thrill of this increased strength was truly mesmerizing, and he had been obsessed with it since the first time Yang Long had used the method Whitebeard had taught him to absorb blood with fear.

With a punch, Yang Long's body suddenly felt a burst of lightness, and the surging power was ready to move in his body, no wonder it was difficult for this holy demon to withdraw from this **. This glamorous pleasure is not immune to anyone.

It is not easy for Yang Long to control this kind of ** for so many years. Looking at the scarlet luster that was still lingering in his palm, Yang Long's fist was slightly clenched, and the luster quietly shattered and turned into darkness, he couldn't help but sigh and muttered, "Fortunately, I can barely control it now." ”

When Yang Long finished doing this, an illusory figure suddenly appeared out of thin air, like a ghost, but this scene startled Yang Long.

Looking at the familiar figure in front of him, Yang Long wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and said, "The next time you come out, can you say hello first?

The figure that flashed from the whitebeard was almost grayish-white, and the colorless gray-white was almost the same as the black of the abyss. If you don't notice it carefully, people with amazing eyesight can't see it at all, but for Yang Long, who has lived here for six years, this figure is all too familiar to him.

Whitebeard still has that cynical smile, his figure is gray and transparent, but it is not like a ghost fire floating in the air, he just stands with his hands in his hands. Looking at Yang Long's dejected appearance, Whitebeard wiped his beard and smiled, "Hehe, I'm already a dead man, I'm lucky to be able to come out and walk so once, can't you just give me a treat?"

Hearing this, Yang Long couldn't help but roll his eyes.

I saw Whitebeard continue, "Besides, every time you absorb blood beads, your body is like a high-temperature fire, and staying in it will dry me sooner or later." And that guy also rioted inside, and even the holy sigil I taught you swayed from side to side. Look, this guy will pop up one day. ”

Whitebeard's words also made Yang Long think for a long time, and the holy seal talisman was the black sigil that Whitebeard had taught him. At that time, the sigil was carved in Yang Long's mind by Whitebeard himself with the life mark, which was a special rune of the soul contract technique, and it was used to lead the entire process of transformation.

This rune is usually only urged by the seal casting deity, but Whitebeard handed over this rune paper that was related to his life to Yang Long, which shows that he has unusual feelings for Yang Long. It is precisely because Whitebeard knows the risks of this soul contract technique, whether it is converted or not, Yang Long will die.

The reason why Whitebeard gave Yang Long this set of sigils was to suppress him from involuntarily seizing the host's soul during the contract process, so as to make the contract sigil become Yang Long's talisman. In this way, Yang Long's soul will not be forcibly eliminated, nor will it be forcibly taken away.

When Yang Long understood this qiē, he smiled bitterly. He asked Whitebeard why he did this. However, Whitebeard touched the wine jug that fell with Yang Long at that time, and said gently: "I entrust my hope to you, and naturally I hope that you will work hard to survive." ”

However, after Yang Long was relieved of the danger of his life, he also found that there was an extra bomb in his body unconsciously. There is also a dangerous figure in Yang Long's body, although he was lucky to use that rune to suppress the guy in his body, but that holy seal rune is related to Whitebeard's life.

The reason why Whitebeard was able to store in the body of the Yang Dragon was all because of the Holy Seal Rune, which was the Heavenly Destiny Rune of Whitebeard during his lifetime. The Mandate of Heaven Seal is the crystallization of the seal cultivator, and it is also a special sigil that the seal cultivator has been following from awakening to death, so this sigil has a special affection for Whitebeard. Although he gave this sigil to Yang Long, there was still an inseparable relationship between him and the sigil.

Therefore, if the guy in Yang Long's body breaks through the rune, the white beard will also dissipate between heaven and earth, and even never be reborn.

As Yang Long's face became more and more severe, and it became more and more ugly. Seeing this scene, Whitebeard suddenly knew that he had said the wrong thing, and he smiled at the moment: "Just such a little guy can make you like this, it's a real failure." I think back then, at your age, I could pinch a handful with one hand. ”

Whitebeard knew what Yang Long was thinking at this time, he had followed Yang Long since he was a child, and it could be said that he had already seen this guy well. He understands it both in terms of personality and in terms of being a person. He knew that the guy in front of him was a very persistent and emotionally important person, and this matter had undoubtedly become a big pain in his heart.

Hearing this, Yang Long smiled bitterly and pulled back from his thoughts, he had been thinking about this matter for six years, and all of them reminded him all the time. But Yang Long thought about it for six years and couldn't do anything, he knew that this was not a problem he could solve now.

After Yang Long came back to his senses, he couldn't help but wipe his sweat secretly, and muttered in his mouth, "You have said this more than thirty times, but in the end, it didn't end up like this." ”

As soon as he said this, Whitebeard's eyebrows straightened, and his illusory beard curled up ridiculously, and he said with some anger, "It's not that group of little rabbit cubs who actually brought such a reverse treasure as a bundle of immortal locks, in addition to giving up their bodies, once they are tied, they can't escape at all, and let your mana reach the sky." ”

"Okay, good," Yang Long stopped and said, "I know that the anti-heaven lock is really very anti-heaven, once it is tied up, even the immortals have no chance to escape, right?"

Saying that, Yang Long had found a cave and started to make a fire, completely ignoring Whitebeard's nagging. Although it is taboo to start a fire in the abyss, for Yang Long, who has lived here for six years, he has his own set of methods.

Rather than lighting a fire outside and attracting some powerful creatures, Yang Long felt that it was more suitable for him to live in a cave. He didn't know why those guys wouldn't enter these spacious caverns lightly, but he knew it was safe to make a fire in them.

Looking at Yang Long's disapproving appearance, Whitebeard explained a little unnaturally: "Although the Immortal Lock is not an absolute anti-heaven treasure, you must know that I was very tired at that time. Hundreds of people besieged me, and I killed them in two or three blows. If it weren't for their siege, I would have been able to ignore such anti-heaven things. ”

Yang Long didn't pay any attention to the muttering white beard, and after twisting off the leg meat of the ghost spider three times and five times, he laughed softly: "Although this guy's blood has a particularly disgusting fishy smell, but fortunately, this guy is big, and the taste is very delicious after roasting, which is a rare good ingredient." ”

As the smell of oil smoke spreads, a fragrant fragrance is about to come out. Yang Long licked the saliva that slipped from the corner of his mouth, looking salivating.

He held back his sulking white beard and said strangely, "Hmm! ”

The next moment, Whitebeard said angrily: "Boy, don't force me, you know that I am an illusory body. ”