Qi and blood were like rainbows, all flesh and bones roared together, and a dragon chant came from Han San's three-dimensional body, as if he had broken through some shackles, his momentum was rising steadily, and the huge momentum distorted the air around him, forming a whirlpool, like a small tornado. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Swallowing a large amount of Jiaolong essence blood in one gulp, his whole person was wrapped in a blood-colored energy that was extremely rich, the qi and blood were like wolf smoke, and waves of heat passed out from him, and it didn't take long for the huge cave to start heating up.

Like a whale swallowing a tiger, the huge amount of essence blood was sucked into his abdomen by mouth, and then fused with his flesh and blood, continuing to temper his body.

His physical body was far from reaching the limit, even if he absorbed a large amount of Netherworld Cold Qi, it was still not saturated, this rich Jiaolong essence blood was absorbed by him in just a while, this was not enough, and he took out dozens of drops of essence blood and concocted it in the same way.

"Huhuhuhu"

Han Li's momentum was getting stronger and stronger, and the tornado was getting bigger and bigger, already sweeping through the entire cavern, and one after another wind blades wantonly cut into the surrounding rock walls, carving deep trenches one after another.

"Smack"

Han Zheng let out an inaudible sound, and his face was happy.

The momentum of the rising momentum reached its peak at this moment, and the qi and blood in his body were saturated and not growing, and everything reached his limit.

The land becomes a matter of course.

"Whew"

Just inhaling at random created two small tornadoes, which were the physical strength of his now, and they were extremely terrifying.

"Boom"

With a flick of his fingers, without even the slightest internal force, the air exploded, and then a small hole several feet deep and the size of a fist appeared in the opposite rock wall.

This is his strength, and he even has the confidence to fight the dragon head-on.

Immediately after that, a white internal force enveloped him, this internal force looked very ordinary, but it was a pure ice power, but the power was restrained, and once it broke out, it could freeze the world immediately.

Not only did Bing Xuan's strength become more refined, but at the same time, his internal force had been fused with his flesh and blood essence, as long as Han Li was willing, his flesh and blood could draw out boundless internal force, unlike Li Yuanhao's casual extraction of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, Han Li stored the Peerless Internal Force in his body, it was the flesh and blood that did not dry up, and the internal force did not decrease.

This is the way of the warrior, refining the heavens and the earth with himself.

Now, even against Fu Sword Immortal Li Yuanhao, he is not weak at all.

"Snort"

The Cold Moon Knife was pulled out of the knife box by him, and a flash of snowy cold light flashed from the pitch-black cave, Han Li's gaze was like lightning, and a small gap appeared on the blade, and the palm of his hand brushed it, with a trace of regret.

This gap was cut out by Li Yuanhao's three-inch sword light, that day he shook Li Yuanhao's flying sword with the cold moon, even though he had his internal force to support it, but the material of casting the cold moon was too poor Li Yuanhao's flying sword was too much, and it was still cut out of a gap. Now that he has broken through to the Earth Transformation Realm, it's time to refine the Cold Moon again, so that it can truly become a top-notch divine weapon.

Sitting cross-legged, holding both hands on the blade, with a little force, the palm of the hand was cut open twice, and the blood flowed directly down the blade, the strange thing was that Han Lidi's blood did not drip on the ground, but covered the entire blade, and the Cold Moon Knife actually began to absorb Han Li's blood. A trace of blood-colored veins appeared on the body of the knife, like the meridians of the human body.

He is using his own blood to refine the Cold Moon Sword, and the ancients cast swords with examples of swordsmiths martyring on the day the sword was completed, and the swords cast in this way are all extremely powerful. And he washes the knife with his own blood, and the two have the same effect.

The blood in Han San's body continued to pour into the blade, and Han Yue was like a hungry child, desperately sucking blood. Slowly, the gap in the blade began to shrink until it disappeared, and the whole knife was no longer flawed, and the blood-colored veins on the knife body were no longer absorbing his blood, and a touch of scarlet appeared on the knife. Han Li clapped his hands, and a powerful internal force enveloped the cold moon and floated in the air, and then his ten fingers flew out, and one after another he hit the knife like a sledgehammer, and a trace of impurities was melted out by Han Li's internal force.

"Bell"

The Cold Moon blade began to become narrower and longer, so the scarlet was dispersed by Han Li's energy, and it was still a jet-black blade with a snow-bright blade.

"Okay"

In the end, he dissipated his internal strength, and with a casual move, the Cold Moon Knife fell on his hand, and at the same time, there was a throbbing in his heart, which was the sword spirit leaping. The method of blood refining not only increases the quality of the long knife, but also contains the sword spirit of the cold moon, killing two birds with one stone.

At this point, there was no need to stay here, inserting the Cold Moon Knife into the knife box on his back, Han Li left this cave along the pitch-black dark passage.

The dark passage was not big, it could only accommodate the next two people, there was no light at all, it was still the same cold, and there were no other lives except for Han Li.

He didn't know that this was already thousands of feet deep underground, where would there be life.

A trace of secluded spring seemed to flow to hell, cold and piercing, never stopping, he could only follow this dark path, and there was no other way out.

There was no alternation of day and night, no concept of time, he just kept walking, and the thick qi and blood made him not feel throbbing and tired, and some were just lonely, as if he was walking on the road to the netherworld.

It wasn't just that it was not long before he finally came out of the dark passage.

It was a huge underground river, just below the tunnel, and the surface of the river was as calm as a mirror, with no waves or even a splash.

The river was dim, and a trace of ghostly death qi gathered on the surface of the river to form patches of white mist, and Han Li's heart was beating in horror when he saw it.

"Where the hell is this? It can't be Huangquan, right?"

He shook his head and put the unrealistic idea aside, and could only walk along this strange river.

His body was like that of a nimble delphin, stepping on the protruding rocks on the rock face and rushing downstream.

The river brought him a hint of danger, and if he had fallen into it, he might have no bones left.

"Whew"

An underground plain finally appeared in front of him, and he exhaled lightly, and his body jumped on the plain.

There is a strange yellow light here, but there are blood-colored flowers blooming on the riverside, which is a thrilling beauty.