Hearing Han Juzheng shouting like this, Fang Ling secretly cursed, it is estimated that this bloodletting is inevitable, and he has to make an expression of honor on the surface.

Zhang Xiaosheng looked at Fang Ling with a cruel smile and said, "Brother Fang, don't be afraid, it's just a little blood, or your life." ”

With that, he grabbed his hand and slashed it on his wrist, and suddenly, the blood flowed into the vessel like a spring, and as soon as the blood touched the flame, the flame immediately turned into a scarlet color, and there seemed to be something in the body of the staff that was about to drill out, and bubbles bubbled out one by one.

The screams heard in Fang Ling's ears seemed to be even more obvious, as if every bubble was a bound soul.

Han Juzheng didn't seem to have the intention of shouting to stop at all, Zhang Xiaosheng vigorously clasped Fang Ling's wrist and let a large amount of blood flow.

The pain in his wrist was nothing to Fang Ling at all, but with such a large amount of blood flowing away, even an iron-beaten person couldn't stand it, and his face quickly turned pale.

But Fang Ling had to endure it, and if he resisted now, then the blood would be shed in vain.

The blood flowed into the ding, and almost after Fang Ling lost one-third of his blood, the body of the staff was dyed with a faint blood, Han Juzheng bowed his head slightly, and Zhang Xiaosheng slowly took out a white bottle and sprinkled some powder on his wrist.

A scar quickly formed on his wrist, Fang Ling's face was as pale as white paper, since he left the palace, he had experienced many battles, but it was the first time that he had shed so much blood, if it weren't for his martial arts, it was estimated that he would have collapsed to the ground all of a sudden.

Han Juzheng took out a small silver bottle at this time, poured out a fragrant pill and said, "This is the Blood Pill, after taking it, it will replenish the lost blood in your body in a short period of time, so you don't have to worry." ”

Fang Ling took the pill and threw it into his mouth without hesitation, and the Blood Pill turned into a warm current in his mouth, which soothed the feeling of powerlessness in his body a lot.

Since Han Juzheng needed his own blood, there was absolutely no reason to poison it, so Fang Ling did not doubt the effectiveness of this elixir.

Seeing Fang Ling swallowing the pill, Han Juzheng hooked a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth, and praised: "Young man, you really have the talent of cultivating the Dao, as long as you maintain this tenacity, after all, you can cultivate the Great Dao." Since you want to help the Immortal Refiner, then you will temporarily live on the Heavenly Prayer Tower. ”

Zhang Xiaosheng led Fang Ling upstairs and opened the big lock on the eighth floor, but saw that there were several rooms around the tower hall, and the doors of each room were covered with heavy iron locks. ”

When Fang Ling walked in, Zhang Xiaosheng immediately locked the door and walked downstairs.

At this time, on the seventh floor of the tower, Han Juzheng was squinting at the Lost Sky Staff in the Ding, and as the wall on the side of the tower hall "clicked" open, revealing Fang Zong's arrogant figure.

Fang Zongao walked to the top of the stone stairs, looked at the long staff in the ding, and asked, "Great Immortal, can this young man's blood really be able to refine this Heavenly Lost Staff?"