The old Taoist priest's big head fell in front of his junior brother, and his eyes were full of doubts, and he didn't blink a blind eye. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Woo, senior brother!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest didn't care about the wound in his abdomen, and struggled to crawl over and pick up the old Taoist's head.

"Don't worry, he died without pain!" A calm voice came from the rain curtain, and Han Li held the cold moon in his right hand and walked slowly over stepping on the rain.

"Haha, senior brother, everything we do is to make a wedding dress for people after all." The middle-aged Taoist priest's tears mixed with the rain rolled down to the ground, and he only regretted in his heart, if he hadn't had so much greed at the beginning, he wouldn't have ended up dying, but now it's too late.

"Smack"

Han Li's long knife slashed, and the middle-aged Daoist's head also fell to the ground, causing a splash. In the blink of an eye, the rain washed away the blood, leaving only two headless corpses soaked in water.

Thousands of calculations, but in the end, it was a failure.

The white dragon ball was on the ground in front of it, and a wave of mana wrapped it tightly, and the rain around it automatically avoided. Han Li stepped forward and put away the Dragon Balls, this was what he wanted most.

The dragon had no breath and was lying quietly on the ground, it had lost the dragon ball, it had no strength, and there was no possibility of survival, the thousand-zhang iron chain that was originally tightly tied to it disappeared, Han Li searched carefully and found a one-foot-long iron chain under the dragon's belly, this was undoubtedly the demon binding rope. The huge dragon's body was scarred with deep bones, and dragon blood kept gushing out. Han Li directly froze it with Ice Xuan Strength, he still had to use these dragon blood to refine essence blood, it would be a pity to waste it.

The whole body of the dragon is a treasure, if it is possible, he wants to move the whole corpse, but he can't take the forty or fifty-meter-long dragon body alone. Only the most precious dragon horns and essence blood can be taken away. As for the dragon meat, it has little effect on him, there are too many dragon scales, and it is inconvenient to hold.

The rain fell overnight, and Han Li directly concocted it, using his internal force to freeze the rain into ice, and then covering the dragon corpse, he himself was also concentrating on refining the essence blood. No fierce beast dared to disturb, this dragon is the king of beasts, even if it is dead, that trace of dragon power has not dissipated.

Three days later, under Han Li's sleepless refinement, he had finally finished refining all the essence blood and put it in a wine bag. A rich unimaginable qi and blood came out of it, and a forty or fifty-meter-long dragon refined such a small bag of essence blood, there is no doubt that just one drop can make an ordinary person immediately become a master of the Great Perfection of the day after tomorrow, and the physical strength is still strong. If Han Li was able to absorb half of his essence blood, then his physical strength alone would be enough to be proud of other innate masters. This is the benefit of killing a dragon, but unfortunately Han Li is absolutely unrepeatable this time, if this dragon is allowed to cultivate for a period of time, let alone him, even if the master of the Earth Transformation Realm comes, he will not be able to defeat this dragon. Although it is difficult to cultivate monsters, most of them are stronger than people in the same realm, but it is not excluded that there are some amazing and glamorous people, who overwhelm their peers, have unparalleled combat power, and are invincible in the same realm, so they are capable of enemies and even kill monsters in the same realm.

Pulling out the Cold Moon Knife, a three-zhang long sword qi slashed on the rock wall, a large piece of gravel fell down just to bury the remaining dragon corpse, Han Li went to move a few more large stones to press on it, and finally formed a small mountain bag dozens of meters large, the dragon corpse was tightly sealed underneath, and Han Li also used Bing Xuan's strength to reseal the entire dragon corpse, as long as no one found it, this dragon corpse would not rot within a few years. When he came back from his training, if the dragon corpse was still there, he would bring it back to the six gates, if it wasn't there, it would be regarded as an opportunity given to him by Han Li.

After doing this, Han Li left here and chose a random direction to continue his penance.

Ordinary beasts can no longer arouse his interest, and only that kind of demon beast can let him make a move and sharpen his martial arts.

Every day, in addition to looking for monsters to temper, it is to refine the essence and blood of the dragon. Just a drop of essence blood takes a day to refine, and you can't swallow too much every day, otherwise it will be wasted. Every time he refines a drop of essence blood, he feels that his body is stronger, and his strength has also increased a lot, you must know that he is already an innate great consummation, an invincible existence of the same level, but after refining the essence blood of Jiaolong, his strength is still growing, maybe one day he can have the strength of the earth transformation realm in the congenital Great Perfection, it is not impossible, those strong people who refine their bodies to the extreme, do not cultivate internal strength, do not practice mana, and only pursue one force to break ten thousand laws, just like the five qi Xuan Ming Slash, the pursuit of one sword to break ten thousand laws. They can change the ground with their strength alone, and they can't be unsavory to the gods.

For half a month, Han Li still hadn't stepped out of this endless mountain range, the scorching sun was rising high, and the sun was shining. The mountains are green, old trees are sprouting, new leaves are sprouting, and a piece of revival is vibrant. Han Li was lying on a smooth stone slab basking in the sun, the Cold Moon Knife stuck in the knife box and placed on the side.

After refining twenty drops of Jiaolong essence blood, his strength has almost doubled, his body is full of qi and blood, the meridians in his body have been widened a lot, and his strength has increased by at least thirty percent. Moreover, he found that the stronger his body, the more Jiaolong essence blood he could refine, and the faster the speed would be, and now he could refine three drops of essence blood at a time, and it would only take half a day to completely refine it. Jiaolong still has most of the essence blood left, and he is going to leave a few dozen drops for Xiang'er and the people of the Six Gates, and refine all the rest. Only then did he swallow the Dragon Ball, even his current physical strength could not withstand the violent aura, and forcibly swallowing it could only cause the meridians of his whole body to be destroyed by the aura.

The breeze blew, a burst of fragrance came, Han Li sniffed, his face was full of intoxication, he preferred to stay in the spring when the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, and the warm breeze was blowing, but at this time, it would be the most beautiful thing in the world to be accompanied by Xiang'er. The fatigue of the days dissipated at this moment, and he lay down until it was dark, and he did not leave here.

Here Han Li was basking in the sun, but he didn't know that a middle-aged Taoist priest with a sword on his back came to the place where he buried the dragon, and the Dao robe was exactly the same as the two Taoist priests who died in his hands, except that there was an extra trace of gold thread on the cuffs. He found the headless corpses of two Taoist priests, who had been almost eaten by the beasts in the mountains, but the robes were vaguely recognizable. The Taoist priest's brows furrowed, not because the two Taoist priests died, but because the dead Taoist priest did not find the treasure that they had stolen from the master's sect and bound the demon rope. Of course, the Daoist priest couldn't find it, because the Demon Binding Rope was here with Han Li. With a slap of his palm, a big pit appeared, and he still buried the two headless corpses, even though he was a traitor, but he was once the same door.

After burying the corpse, the Taoist priest left here, and he didn't even look at the buried dragon corpse, and he appeared three zhang away in one step, and it was the Taoist method to shrink the ground into inches. And the direction he left was roughly the same as the direction Han Li was taking.