The next day, Mu Youluo received a letter from Mu Yashi, saying that the restaurant had been fully renovated and would be open for business immediately, and in addition, the two stores of Deyun Sect had also been renovated and started to open.

According to the current situation, the business of the two shops of Deyun Sect is obviously much better, mainly An Kexia and Dew Drop are in charge, with An Kexia's mouth, it is difficult to think about business well.

As for Mu Youluo's restaurant, Mu Yashi meant that he wanted to wait for her to go back and set up the Spirit Gathering Array before opening.

Mu Yashi's idea is exactly what Mu Youluo wants, and she thinks the same way.

"Luo'er, go and receive the blood and hair of the Sect Master of the Original Divine Palace tomorrow! Then go back. ”

"It's fine."

Mu Youluo wanted to do nothing to accompany her for a few days, but she was always entangled in something, so she had to do it.

The next day, Mu Youluo and the Immortal went to see the old sect master, his injuries were better, and before Mu Youluo could bring it up, he took the initiative to say that he wanted to give Mu Youluo blood and hair, Mu Youluo nodded, and explained the situation truthfully.

The old sect master got up and walked cross-legged on the cultivation soft couch, and Mu Youluo also walked over, in order to prevent being disturbed, the Immortal set up an enchantment in the entire room.

"Miss Mu, I will use spiritual power to force the blood out later, you only need to use the spiritual power and then receive the blood."

"Okay."

"Then let's start here, and we're still bothering the Dharma Protector."

The Immortal would never speak, but the old sect master knew that he would protect them.

After the two of them sat down, the old sect master began to use his spiritual power, refining the drop of golden blood in his body from his own blood.

This blood has been running in his body for so many years, and trying to refine it is as painful as cramping and peeling the skin, but now, he can't control that much.

He used his spiritual power, stripping the golden blood from the blood of his whole body little by little, the pain in it was only known to him, as more and more blood was withdrawn, his spiritual power level began to decrease little by little, and his already somewhat pale face became even more bloodless, and even the color of his lips slowly turned white.

The purple spiritual power fluctuations around him surged wildly, and two hours later, he let out a loud shout, and as much golden blood as a teacup was extracted, and Mu Youluo had already operated his spiritual power to the extreme, and he could start receiving this drop of blood.

After the blood was extracted, the old sect master seemed to have been drained of his strength, and his hair, which was still a little black, suddenly turned white.

He used his trembling hand to slowly transfer the drop of blood into Mu Youluo's body, but he found that he was a little powerless.

The Immortal also saw this, but as a demon, he couldn't directly contact this drop of blood, otherwise the blood would be entangled in demonic qi and contaminated with demonic energy, and if it was absorbed by Mu Youluo, it would make Mu Youluo fall into demons from then on.

In fact, the demon is not terrible, the terrible thing is that Mu Youluo has the purest blood of the gods, if the demonic qi is combined with Mu Youluo, it will make Mu Youluo become the body of the demon god.

Since ancient times, there has never been a demon god, and he is never sure what will happen to Mu Youluo if he becomes a demon god, and he does not dare to take risks.

Seeing that the old sect master was a little unable to hold on, he thought about it for a while, so he released his spiritual power and transported the spiritual power into his body, so that the demonic qi would not be contaminated with that drop of golden blood, and the old sect master also had enough strength to transport blood into Mu Youluo's body.

Feeling that the spiritual power in his body began to be sufficient, the old sect master turned his head to look at the Underworld, and nodded to express his gratitude, but the Underworld was still expressionless, he was not helping him, he was just helping Mu Youluo.