In the Immortal Mansion, the cracks in the sky had not yet healed, and the light was dim, as if all the light had been attracted by the cloud and mist heads.

The attack unleashed by the cloud mist head was a cold light the thickness of two arms.

These two cold lights don't seem to be big, but these two inconspicuous cold lights are very powerful.

However, it is powerful, but if you think about it, it is easy to be relieved.

After all, this is an immortal-level attack, even if it can't exert its own power on the Divine Continent, it is enough to sweep everything here.

It was this sweeping force that made Ling Fan even if he exhausted his means, even if Ling Fan used the six-character mantra to attract the attention of the cloud mist head and weaken the opponent's attack, he was still thrown out.

This is the gap, the difference between the immortal and the mortal.

Seeing Ling Fan flying out of the white light, Long Ba's heart froze, until he felt the breath of life on Ling Fan's body, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

It can be said that the direction in which Ling Fan flew out was exactly the same direction as Long Ba's location, and in the end, the position where Ling Fan fell to the ground was only two or three zhang away from Long Ba.

"Ling Fan, how are you!"

Long Ba's eager voice almost exploded in Ling Fan's ears, but Ling Fan only shook his head a few times when he heard it, and his face showed loneliness in addition to pain.

This pain comes from the fight with the cloud mist head just now, and the loneliness stems from the gap between the two.

This gap was so great that Ling Fan could only ensure that he was still alive despite all his might.

At this time, he can only be described as still alive.

The clothes were ragged, there was hardly a complete place, and on the exposed skin, the lacerations and scars were all over the body, and drops of blood flowed from the wounds, looking like a bloody person.

As for the face, it was the only part of the whole body that was not stained with blood, but it was indeed white, without the slightest blood.

Moreover, these injuries are only superficial, and the injuries in the muscles, bones, and even meridians in the body are not weaker than the body outside.

Hearing Long Ba's words, Ling Fan shook his head, barely allowing himself to be happy, squinting at Long Ba, the corners of his mouth hooked up with a wry smile.

"Not dead yet"

The huge gap made Ling Fan feel like he wanted to give up, so much so that as soon as his words came out, Long Fear's helpless sigh followed.

It's just that Long Ba's sigh has not ended, and a voice comes from the clouds again.

"You're not dead, you're dead, but without this stele, I'll see what you can do to block the next attack!"

The voice of the cloud head was full of banter.

A stone tablet hung in front of his head, this stone tablet was what Ling Fan used to resist the cold light just now, that is, the center of the control of this Immortal Mansion.

The stone tablet was not just made of material, even if it was hard to withstand the attack of the cloud and mist head, it was not hurt in the slightest.

But the stele was not damaged, which did not mean that Ling Fan holding the stele was fine.

Moreover, the fact was the opposite, when Ling Fan was resisting the cold light just now, he felt a huge amount of power transmitted to his body through the stone stele, and as soon as this force appeared, it had already lifted him up, and at the same time as he was flying him, he couldn't hold the stone tablet at all.

Only then did the stele get out of his hand, but it was snatched away by the cloud and mist head.

Without the stone stele, in this situation where the true qi was exhausted, Ling Fan would no longer be able to block the attack of the cloud mist head no matter what, seeing that the cloud mist head seemed to want to strike again and kill him, Ling Fan subconsciously raised his hand and pressed it to his chest.

In the position of his chest, there was a stone shard, which was probably the only thing that could save Ling Fan at this time.

This is also Ling Fan's last straw, the fate card.

The fate card can help Ling Fan avoid a crisis, but there is only one left, and Ling Fan has not used it several times when he is in distress, here and now, looking at the white light in the eyes of the cloud and mist head in the distance, Ling Fan sighed, and wanted to crush the stone fragment on his chest.

"Hey, it seems that I can only rely on you"

He muttered in his mouth, and his right hand exerted force at the same time.

But just as Ling Fan's fist was about to shatter the Destiny Card, Long Ba's voice suddenly sounded.

"Ling Fan, let me help you, but whether you can stop him or not depends on your creation!"

Long Ba didn't know about the existence of the Destiny Card, and at this time, in his eyes, Ling Fan had no hope of victory.

If Ling Fan died, he would definitely have no chance of survival, so helping Ling Fan at this time was helping himself.

As for why he said such a thing, it was because it was a little bit of help to Ling Fan, and it was not a little bit of a loss to him.

Hearing Long Ba's voice, Ling Fan hurriedly let go.

The Destiny Card is Ling Fan's last resort, and even many times, the existence of the Destiny Card itself is to give Ling Fan a hope.

This hopes to keep him motivated and never give up.

The fate card can be kept, of course Ling Fan doesn't want to use it, let go of his hand, and immediately looks at Long Ba, with an inquiring look in his eyes. It's like asking again, what is the way to help him.

"Dragon's Blood!"

Long Ba read Ling Fan's gaze, and two simple words came out of his mouth, but it was like a spring thunder exploding in Ling Fan's heart.

No one knew how powerful the dragon's blood was, but Ling Fan, who had used the blood of the giant snake, could guess a little.

At the beginning, taking the essence blood of the giant snake not only widened his meridians, but even made his Nine Dragons lock veins have undergone a lot of changes, and it was only the essence blood of the giant snake, if such essence blood was replaced with a real dragon, the power can be imagined.

Even if he can't use it now like he did at the beginning, the effect of using it when he broke through is even more amazing, but at least he can restore all of his cultivation.

Cultivation is restored, although it does not mean that you can defeat the cloud and mist head, but at least there is hope.

And now that his true qi is exhausted and he is seriously injured, if he doesn't use the fate card, he will definitely die.

Compared with the two, there is no need to talk about the other benefits of dragon blood, just restoring the true qi is enough to outperform the others.

For Ling Fan's expression, Long Ba also saw it in his eyes, did not speak, just nodded fiercely, and then the dragon's mouth suddenly opened, and a drop of essence blood was slowly spit out by it.

This essence blood is completely different from ordinary blood, reflected in the sun, it actually shows a colorful light, and the colorful colors circulate on the surface, crystal clear, like a peerless crystal.

Don't look at the fact that there is only a drop of essence blood, but after spitting it out, Long Ba, who had originally regained some strength, actually collapsed directly to the ground.

Don't look at the huge size of the dragon ba, if you stretch out the whole body, it is thousands of zhang long, and there are countless blood in the body, but these blood are just ordinary blood, as for the essence blood, there are not a few drops in the entire body.

These essence and blood are all the essence that Long Ba has refined with a sound, and losing a drop is by no means a simple matter of a few years, or even decades, that can be recovered for him.

It takes thousands of years to refine a drop, and this is the precious root of the Qinglong essence blood.

With the appearance of essence blood, Ling Fan's gaze was also completely fixed on essence blood.

There was a deep desire in this gaze, and the reason for this was not only because of the strength that the dragon's blood could enhance for him, but also because of the desire that came from the bloodline.

As a Nine Dragons Lock Vein, Ling Fan was born with a dragon, and even absorbed the essence and blood of the giant snake.

The giant snake is a demon beast not far from the dragon, and the real dragon essence blood is attracted to the giant snake from its origin.

"Take it. ”

Seeing that Ling Fan was still stunned, Long Ba's tired voice came.

"Good!"

A simple word in response to Ling Fan, he glanced at Long Ba deeply, opened his mouth and sucked violently, turning the trace of power that had just recovered in his body into suction, which fell directly on this drop of essence blood.

This drop of sperm blood is only the size of a thumbnail, but it weighs more than a mountain.

Under Ling Fan's full attraction, he slowly moved towards Ling Fan, fortunately the two were not far apart, otherwise Ling Fan would have been exhausted and unconscious before he could suck it into his mouth.

As this essence blood slowly approached Ling Fan's mouth, it was finally thrown into Ling Fan's mouth at the moment.

Rumble!

As this essence blood fell into Ling Fan's mouth, it turned into a ball of bright red and disappeared into Ling Fan's body, and a roar appeared in Ling Fan's body.