Chapter 177: The corpse coffin opens

The old ancestor of the Zhao family detained the small jar of true blood and condensed it into a fist-sized true blood divine bead, which was crystal clear and overflowing, and there were one after another Shenhua constantly rushing out, and a rich aroma came to the nostrils, which suddenly made people feel hungry. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Little ghost, aren't you very hot-eyed, you want to refine it?" The ancestor of the Zhao family showed a grim smile and said, "Don't daydream. Speaking of this, she put the True Blood Divine Bead into the corpse refining coffin, and at the same time, the palm and fingers shone brightly, swallowing the magic light, and the light sound of "Hehe" was endless, and the flesh and blood of Mo Mingming's right arm were engraved with the corpse refining pattern, and the blood light splashed, and the blood flowed gurgling.

"You old immortal ......"

"Refining corpses, refining corpses, you are the main material, and the endless potential is all contained in the body, so naturally you have to engrave the corpse refining pattern in your flesh and blood. At this moment, the ancestor of the Zhao family stared coldly at Mo Mingming, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, and said: "If it weren't for you, how could the old family be beheaded all over the house, the bloodline would be cut off, and how could the thousand-year-old foundation of the Corpse Refining Sect disappear overnight." This time, I will use you as the main material to refine the golden body of the corpse Dao, so naturally I have to use all means, and if I don't succeed, I will become a benevolent!"

"Frightened"

Blood light burst out, the ancestor of the Zhao family swallowed black light between his palms and fingers, and quickly engraved the corpse refining pattern in the flesh and blood of Mo Mingming's left arm, and the blood gushed out, and the corpse refining coffin was suddenly drenched in blood.

The ancestor of the Zhao family looked calm, not like an old man in the twilight, with black light blooming between his fingertips, and the corpse refining pattern was also engraved in the flesh and blood of Mo Mingming's legs.

Mo Mingming felt as if he had been slashed by a thousand knives, and he almost fainted in pain.

"You can go on the road with peace of mind!" The ancestor of the Zhao family smiled coldly, his eyes shot out two rays of light, directly piercing Mo Mingming's heart, and at the same time, there were words in his mouth, and the complex corpse refining patterns were constantly engraved on the heart, and he said in a cold voice: "Your heart contains a large amount of life origin, which is suitable for refining the corpse core of life, with the essence and blood of these fierce beasts, you must be able to survive for a day or two, I want you to survive and not to die, in endless despair, you are sacrificed into my corpse Dao golden body." ”

The voice of the ancestor of the Zhao family was gloomy, and there were two clusters of crimson light flickering in his black rumbling eyes, like a gloomy ghost fire, and said, "What a joyful despair, I can't wait to hear your terrifying howl......

"You ......" Mo Mingzhi was furious, glaring fiercely at the old monster in front of him, he felt weak all over, and his vitality was gradually drying up.

At this time, the ancestor of the Zhao family opened a clay pot containing the blood of the primeval true blood, took out the small jar of true blood with golden light, condensed it into a ball, and then put it into the corpse refining coffin, the golden light was surging, and the blood of the fierce beast inside was brilliantly reflected.

"Little ghost, don't be too greedy, you can smelt with these rare true blood, I don't know how many people can't get such a world-shattering opportunity if they cut off their heads!"

"Opportunity, your mother, you old prostitute who rides thousands of people across the ......" Mo Mingming scolded, eager to crush the ancestors of the Zhao family and scatter ashes, blood gurgling, he felt severe pain all over his body, and his vitality was gradually passing away.

At this time, the ancestor of the Zhao family took out the small jar of Pixiu true blood, condensed it into a divine pearl, and the brilliance flowed all over his body, and there were rays of brilliance flowing out.

It is said that the Pixiu bloodline originates from the legendary true dragon, and there is a certain probability of refining the true dragon divine blood that is rare in the world, and its value is unimaginable.

After she put the Pixiu True Blood into the corpse refining coffin, she suddenly showed a hesitant look, and said to herself: "No, if you pour all these rare true blood into it, the risk is too great." If you can't refine the corpse path golden body, you will have nothing......" Speaking of this, her face was cloudy, and she said, "It's better to try it first, if you can successfully refine the prototype of the corpse path golden body." If it goes well, put in other rare true blood. ”

In the end, she only threw three rare true blood into the corpse refining coffin.

The dozen or so clay pots were shining brightly and fragrant, and the jars of rare true blood all bloomed with brilliant divine brilliance, and each kind of true blood was not inferior to the three rare true blood that she had just put into the corpse refining coffin.

"With these three rare true bloods, it is enough to refine the ancient corpse Dao golden body prototype. The Zhao family ancestor's eyes flickered, and he put away all the remaining brilliant and radiant rare true blood.

"Little ghost, keep your eyes open and take one last look at this world, or you will never have this opportunity after death. The ancestor of the Zhao family looked gloomy, and pushed the coffin lid over from one side, ready to cover it.

Mo Mingming's face was pale, without a trace of blood, and he said, "You old and immortal prostitute, I am so disgusted that I want to vomit when I see you." ”

"Bang"

The ancestor of the Zhao family directly closed the corpse refining coffin, and then she began to set fire to the corpse refining.

Ordinary mortal fire can't refine the golden body of the corpse path at all, she is the 'corpse fire' drawn from the ground, and the dark demonic flame erupts out, enveloping the corpse refining coffin, blazing.

The reason why she is here to sacrifice and refine the golden body of the corpse path is because there is a 'corpse fire' underground, which has the effect of doubling the effect of sacrificing and refining the golden body of the corpse path with half the effort.

"Little ghost, thanks to you, the old body's bloodline is cut off, the master is destroyed, and even his legs are lost, I want to refine you for nine days and nine nights, so that you will be in pain and turn into a corpse in endless despair!" The ancestor of the Zhao family stared at the corpse refining coffin tightly, and his voice was extremely calm.

The dark demonic flames flickered, spewing out from the ground endlessly, exuding a gloomy and cold aura, and a corpse demon was permeating, and the demonic black light continued to sink into the corpse coffin.

The entire cave was covered with a layer of dark light, and the yin wind gusted, as if the ghost was crying and howling, giving people a gloomy feeling, like the netherworld, the yin qi was rolling.

This kind of 'corpse fire' is very extraordinary, in addition to having a super high temperature, the most important thing is that it contains a special kind of corpse fire, which can devour the soul, smelt flesh and blood, and sacrifice into a corpse golden body.

The dark corpse fire was burning, and the corpse coffin was shrouded in endless corpse demons, and the dense blood lines on the surface of the coffin continued to wriggle, as if it had come to life.

The ancestor of the Zhao family, Gujing, sat cross-legged on one side without waves, his eyes closed, waiting quietly, his scrawny body was silent and lifeless.

At this time, in the sealed corpse refining coffin, Mo Mingming had a convulsion, his whole body was in severe pain, his limbs and flesh were inscribed with countless corpse refining lines, and his heart was even pierced, refining into dense corpse refining patterns, blood was gurgling, the injury was too serious, and he felt that his vitality was slowly passing away.

However, as the ancestor of the Zhao family said, he was able to support a day or two without dying, his body was soaked in more than a hundred kinds of fierce beast essence blood, and after the wound was moisturized for a while, the blood no longer flowed out. (To be continued.) )