"Open the Formation Door". Lingyu hugged the flicker and yelled.

The rocks in front of him slowly moved to the sides, and several spiritual shadows appeared between the cracks in the stones. "Who returns to Lingfu at night, I don't know ......".

"Fart less". Lingyu had the heart to listen to nonsense, and rushed over quickly.

"Stand ......". The Spirit Shadow scolded loudly, startled by the rush of blood. "What's wrong with the young master".

"Wounded by a worm". Lingyu said something, and the figure had disappeared into the Fu.

There was immediately chaos in the Fu Lord's Pavilion. The news of the serious injury of the young master spread throughout Fuzi, and the elders flocked to the pavilion and surrounded the pavilion with three layers inside and three layers outside.

"All quiet, don't affect the healing of the cadre." A Lingxuan with a gloomy face stood by the door, and the Lingxuan was so frightened that he took half a step back.

Another Lingxuan walked out of the pavilion door, looked at the situation outside the door, and shook his head.

"How's the injury?"

The spirit stood silently. "It's very heavy, and the cadres are afraid and can't go back to the sky."

The only bit of warmth in the airspace was absorbed, and the cold made the spirits shiver.

In the spirit pavilion, blood and qi are permeated. Heavy and disgusting.

On the moon-shaped gum lay a bloody spirit girl, a thin red piercing the Danhai Sea. His face was dark, and his eyebrows shone with a little aura.

The general sat on the edge of the bed with a dark face, staring at the red thorn, not knowing what to think.

"This is a strange worm with a stinging tongue," the cadre muttered to himself.

"Yes, I was already injured by the time I arrived, and thanks to the appearance of the spirit shadow, it saved my life and that of the Shaofu Lord."

Several Lingxuan stood on the side of the bed and looked at each other, it turned out that Lingying had saved them, and Lingxuan didn't dare to think that he could snatch blood food from the mouth of the "invisible one-eyed lizard".

The cadre looked at the red thorn that sucked a lot of blood, and muttered in his heart. After arriving at the Spirit Domain, I saw a lot of strange insects, and I had never seen a broken tongue that could still suck blood. However, it is normal to be able to nourish mutated strange insects in the strange qi.

"Lingzu, there is nothing you can do below." The cadre sighed and stood up silently.

As soon as these words came out, Zhong Lingxuan's face became gloomy. The lord praised it as omnipotent, and he didn't dare to take such a tongue thorn. Just as he was about to get angry, Lingyu came over timidly.

"Lingzu, I heard that Lingque has arrived in Wangtian City."

The Lingxuan were overjoyed and their eyes widened in shock.

Lingque is a spiritual doctor of the spirit clan who has become famous in the past 10,000 years, and it is said that it can rejuvenate and bring the dead back to life. It's a pity that I only heard his voice and didn't see him.

"Then what are you waiting for, go and please".

"Is this ......?" Lingyu was embarrassed. Groan. "Lingzu, I'm afraid I can't do it."

"Are you ......?" Ling Xuan was about to get angry, and after thinking about it, yes, what a prestige Ling Magpie is, then he can see it when he can say it. His face sank.

A figure flew out. Lingyu was beaten on his heel, hit the corner of the wall hard, and didn't lie down for a long time.

"I can't do it, I say it's useless."

Suddenly, the sound of the curling flood pierced through the pavilion and echoed in the ears of all the spirits.

The furious Lingxuan, his eyes buzzed together, his raised hands froze in the air, and he looked back at a certain airspace.

The blue light flashed in the pavilion, and the two spiritual shadows gradually became solid. One was not wearing armor, but wearing a white gauze robe, fluttering in the wind, like an immortal. The other was skinny, with heavy scales and armor covering his body that was extremely uncoordinated, and the armor placket was dragging on his heels, and it was loud and loud if he didn't walk.

"I've seen the lord of the house". The elders hurriedly bowed.

The thin old spirit man hummed, and opened his eyes fiercely at Ling Xuan, who was standing in the air. "This is the Elixir, the disciple of the Lingque Spiritual Doctor."

The spirits have long known the elixir, and the realm is empty, and it is rare to find it. The aura that only a spirit ancestor above one realm can have.

"I've seen Lingzu".

The elixir looked at the cadre, and the corners of his mouth twitched. "Invite them all to go out."

"Get out". Ying Zhen scolded.

The spirits bowed their heads and exited the Spirit Pavilion. The general turned to leave.

"Leave the soul friends behind". Said with a smile.

When the elixir saw it, his face was slightly displeased. "Flickering, the spiritual skills of the family teacher are not allowed to be watched by outsiders."

"Hey, Brother Yao is stingy, is this still called a secret technique to you? The cadre is not an outsider, look at the defenseless."

"You! My daughter is unconscious, her breath is like silk, and she still has the heart to fight about these things." Elixir Zi said angrily.

"You're here, am I still afraid?"

Greedy for such a father, the elixir can only shake his head. scolded "inhumane".

Elixir Zi took out two green pills from the spirit bag and put them in Eran's mouth. Gently lift your jaw and your throat moves.

Look at the blood-sucking broken thorn, and reach out to hold the section. Bursts of red light lit up from the palm, and the blood of the broken thorn receded.

When the blood was completely lost, the elixir pulled out the broken thorn and took out a crystal bead and pressed it on the wound. In an instant, the crystal bead turned into a puddle of water and applied it to the wound of blood clotting. After a few breaths, the wound fused, the blood was lost, and the skin was as calm as ever.

The general took a breath of cool air. The elixir's technique is not new, but those elixirs are extraordinary. was so shocked that his eyes only blinked, and he opened his mouth, but he still didn't dare to make a sound.

Elixir glanced at the general, and the corners of his mouth moved. Looking down at the sparkling face, he reached out and rolled his eyelids, his face sank.

"It's good, my beloved daughter's life is fine, but Danhai is extremely injured, and if you want to recover, you have to ask the family teacher to help."

Ying Zhen retracted her smile and her eyes sank. "There are friends in this matter."

"This ......!" The elixir muttered for a few breaths, and his face was pale. "There are conditions for a teacher to save people."

"What conditions just say, the owner has sold his family, and he has to save Ran'er."

"A 'Blood Dragon Crystal'".

Ying Zhuang gasped, the "Blood Transformation Dragon Crystal" is a spiritual creature that breaks through the Blood Transformation Realm, and it is only produced by a few desperate realms in foreign lands. If the spirit clan wants to get it, it can only be collected in a desperate situation on the "Blood Spirit Festival". Only the Spirit Clan Elite of the Blood Transformation Realm participates in this festival, and other realms are strictly forbidden to enter. Those who enter the desperate situation can only get one at most, and they keep it for their own use, and rarely sell it.

He has been in a desperate situation, and he has died nine times, but he has not been able to get the "Blood Dragon Crystal". After that, I had the courage to do it a few times, but I still didn't dare to go back into a desperate situation. Coincidentally, during a surprise attack on Lingfu by an alien race, he accidentally got a spirit bag, and there was a "Blood Dragon Crystal" in it.

Hearing the elixir mention this crystal, Ying Zhen shuddered, remembering the terrifying desperate situation, and didn't feel his teeth fight.

"How long does Ran'er last".

The elixir sighed, twisted his beard and said, "Ten years is not a problem."

Whew! Three years later, the "Blood Spirit Festival" was held in the "Wuji Palace", and there was still time for it. "That's the case, please send Ran'er to Wangtian City first, and the spirit will definitely send the 'Dragon Crystal' within ten years."

"Okay, I'll go to Wangtian City, and I will go early and return early." As he spoke, the elixir took out a crystal bubble and blew it away gently. The crystal bubble flew towards the scarf, devouring its spirit. He also took the blood crystals and threw them into the crystal bubbles. The "flying beetle" was released, and the crystal bubble was carried away.

He stretched out his hand, sighed, and dropped his arm heavily. I could only watch as the elixir took Ran'er away.

Several spirit elders slowly appeared behind the Fu Lord, stretching their necks and staring at the chaotic heavens.

"Master Fu, the elixir is cunning, this may be a trap."

"Presumptuous, don't say much, convene the elites of the Funei Blood Realm, and select the disciples of the inheritance." There was a thud. He knew in his heart that the people of the elixir were not upright, but they were not despicable villains. What's more, Ran'er's life and death are in his hands.

Ling Lao was so frightened that he didn't dare to say any more, and after answering, he glanced at the disciple behind him.

Several disciples fled in a hurry.

The matter of the main selection of inheritance disciples spread to several Lingfu overnight.

Lingyu stood in the shadow of the moon, his body trembled slightly, the news was too sudden. Hundreds of years after entering Lingfu, Lingfu held several inheritance competitions to select ten prospective disciples, but did not set up inheritance disciples. At that time, Lingyu was unable to participate due to retreat and cultivation. I don't know how the selection will be made this time.

The disciples of the Four Domains were buzzing and discussing, wondering why the Master of Fu suddenly wanted to select the inheritance disciples. You must know that as the master of Fu, inheritance means handing over the position of the lord of Fu, which is a shocking event.

The aura staggered, and a black-armored spiritual warrior walked out of the void with his blood and qi, and his powerful spiritual sense rushed towards the disciples, instantly crashing out of a no-man's land.

"Here comes Gan Ao".

The disciples hurriedly dodged, for fear of being contaminated with blood.

"What's the big deal, the fourth young master and the ninth young master will come back immediately." The Spirit One whispered.

A murderous spiritual sense swept in. The spirit priest was knocked a few steps away, and his face was covered with cold sweat, dripping down.

Two figures appeared in the pavilion like a ghost, one with long hair scattered, sword eyebrows flying obliquely, slender and sharp black eyes, lined with a cold long face. The other slender waist walked slightly, dressed in green gauze, with black eyes and a few points of arrogance at the corners of his mouth.

The two spirits glanced at each other, and they had already seen the situation in the pavilion clearly. The spirit girl's thin lips opened lightly. "Senior Brother Gan is so murderous"!

When Gan Ao saw Er Ling, his face became a little solemn, he snorted, and threw his sleeves into the pavilion domain.

The two spirits glanced at each other and stepped into the spirit pavilion.

"Ask Ming"

"Jian Yu, I've seen the master."

Ying Zhuo turned around and looked at the three disciples. "Didn't the seven senior brothers come back"?

"It's the master, the senior brother Batian is in the source city, and the second senior brother is in the ...... of the immeasurable city." Jian Yu finished talking about the whereabouts of the senior brothers one by one.

Ying Zhuo nodded and looked at the three disciples coldly. "There is one thing to discuss with you, this Fu mainly inherits Lingfu, and those who can get the 'Blood Dragon Crystal' can get it."

The faces of the three disciples sank. Batian and other senior brothers have been to a desperate situation, and it is unknown whether they have obtained the "Blood Dragon Crystal". Now among the disciples in Fuzhong, only Sanling and the folding sword in Chuanyun City have not been there.

"Master, you old man want a few." Gan Ao asked in a rough voice.

Poof! The elders on both sides almost burst out laughing. Suppress the laughing gas and turn your head to the side.

"One".

"Don't worry, master, disciple will go to Wuji Palace."

He groaned and didn't say yes or not for a long time. His gaze swept over the faces of the three disciples.

Gan Ao and the others were a little hairy when they were seen by the master, and they didn't dare to look away, for fear that the master would see that they were timid.

"You bring Lingyu with you, it may help."