Chapter 1221: Hungry Red Spirit

Hearing this, Hong Ling shook her head. She did not answer Zhang Yifeng's words. Her expression was gloomy, as if she was about to cry. She weakly said to Zhang Yifeng, "Master, give it to me, I want..."
Now she didn't even have the strength to answer Zhang Yifeng, all she knew was that she was hungry.
Fortunately, there are no outsiders in the room. If someone hears Hong Ling say such things, people who don't know think they are doing something that men and women love to do.
Zhang Yifeng knew that Hong Ling was absolutely starved, but he just wondered if the corpse would starve to death?
Shaking his head, Zhang Yifeng stretched his hand into the concealed formation. He was about to say something to drink. He hadn't spoken yet. The red spirit seemed to meet the rain in a drought. His eyes lit up suddenly, holding Zhang Yifeng's arm, and he began to grumble. Drink blood.
Zhang Yifeng could clearly feel that the blood in his body was flowing quickly.
"Slow down, slow down."
Zhang Yifeng still shouted slowly at first, but when he arrived, he shouted directly.
"Stop, stop!"
In just three minutes, Zhang Yifeng's face became pale, and even his head became dizzy.
Hong Ling seemed to be in a frenzy, and he couldn't stop at all if he wanted his blood to be exhausted.
"Master...wait...wait..."
Hong Ling spoke vaguely while sucking blood.
Zhang Yifeng wanted to cry without tears. With such skill, his blood would have been drunk by Hong Ling for 400cc. But this is just the beginning.
500cc……600cc……
800cc!
Hong Ling sucked faster and faster. Two minutes later, Zhang Yifeng had already been sucked 800cc of blood by Hong Ling.
Being an ordinary person is already in danger. Fortunately, Zhang Yifeng is a cultivator, and he can handle it. But even if you are a cultivator, you can't let the red spirit so uncontrollably, right?
When Hong Ling had inhaled about 1000cc, Zhang Yifeng finally couldn't help it, and pushed Hong Ling's head away.
Hong Ling immediately stared at Zhang Yifeng with an aggrieved expression. She put her arms around Zhang Yifeng, and put her body on top, begging to say: "Master, I want it, give it to me, I'm hungry..."
Although Zhang Yifeng's body is very comfortable, he still resisted this sugar-coated cannonball attack. He said with a cold face, "How long will you have to breathe!"
Hong Ling said aggrieved: "I don't know, but I'm still very hungry. Master...I feel that I'm about to advance."
"Almost promoted?" Zhang Yifeng was overjoyed.
Rumor has it that every time a spirit corpse is promoted, the cultivation level is equivalent to the cultivation of several realms.
There are only five levels of corpses: corpses, ghosts, corpses, king corpses, and the last unknowable realm. No one knows the name of that realm, because it is rumored that the spirit corpse can be promoted four times and reach the fifth level, which can evoke the memory of the previous life. It is completely resurrected. It's a pity that it's not easy said than done to resurrect.
In the Lingyue Continent for so many years, no one has been resurrected. Even if an immortal wants to be resurrected, it is not easy, let alone a cultivator.
If you want to resurrect, you need endless Xianzhen to conceive the corpse. In addition, luck and opportunity are needed to resurrect. Otherwise, even if he becomes a corpse, he won't be able to restore his memory in the end.
If the red spirit was promoted to become a demon corpse, how strong would it be?
Will it be possible to fight against the entire family of regulators just by relying on the Red Spirit?
Thinking of this, Zhang Yifeng's eyes lit up, and he said to Hong Ling: "If you really want to be promoted, I will give you blood to drink. It doesn't matter if you drink more, as long as I don't let my blood run out of blood and die."
Hong Ling grieved: "I didn't mean that I would be promoted after drinking blood. I just feel that I am about to be promoted. If you fill me up, I will fall into a deep sleep, and the blood will automatically transform my body. Maybe, when I wake up, I will Promoted."
"Wake up? Promote? What if you don't get promoted." Zhang Yifeng was a little speechless.
Hong Ling gagged his mouth and whispered: "Then two sleeps...three sleeps at most, you will definitely be promoted."
Zhang Yifeng couldn't laugh or cry: "So how many times do I have to endure the pain?"
"I don't know, if I wake up once and then I will be promoted. It depends on whether your blood can make me full..."
As Hong Ling said, she swallowed her saliva. It seemed that she had drunk so much blood that she didn't feel normal at all.
Zhang Yifeng thought for a while, and then walked into the hidden formation.
Apart from anything else, he took out the pill furnace and began to refine the pill.
Seeing this scene, Hong Ling was very wronged: "Master...I am hungry..."
Had it not been for the spirit corpse had no tears, it is estimated that Hong Ling would have been crying at this moment. She was so hungry that she was heartbroken, and Zhang Yifeng was still in the mood to make alchemy.
"Don't make trouble, I am refining the blood rising pill, this time, I will let you drink a full. I don't want you to have two sleeps, three sleeps..."
"Higher education pill? What is it?" Hong Ling looked puzzled.
Zhang Yifeng was speechless: "Ascension of blood, blood of blood, not going to school. Don't talk nonsense, don't disturb me."
"Oh oh."
Hong Ling nodded, and stood there expectantly.
The red spirit model is full of temptation when the sample comes. She is wearing Zhang Yifeng's clothes, which looks a little big. She is standing next to her, and most people can't calm down and do things.
Fortunately, Zhang Yifeng is no ordinary person.
Five minutes later, Zhang Yifeng refined a furnace of Shengxue Pill, and without hesitation, he took one first.
Three minutes later, Zhang Yifeng left the hidden formation and stretched out his arms again: "Come on, continue!"
"Master, you are so kind, Hong Ling likes you too much, then I'm not welcome."
Hong Ling stretched out his tiger teeth and bit them.
Gulu Gulu Gulu...
The sound of swallowing blood kept coming. Zhang Yifeng just listened to the sound, and it hurt. Nima, this was his blood. Moreover, being drunk blood is a very painful thing, it feels uncomfortable to death.
If it weren't for where the teleportation array was, whether it was good or bad, Zhang Yifeng really wanted to use the Immortal King to Descend the Demon Jade to directly destroy the Supervisor family. Using the fairy king to descend the devil jade is much better than expecting the red spirit to advance to the devil corpse, at least not suffering.
"I'm going, Hong Ling, are you still not full?"
"Hong Ling, how long are you going to drink?"
"Red Spirit...Red Spirit..."
In the room, every few minutes, Zhang Yifeng would question his conscience! But Hong Ling didn't pay attention to him at all, just holding his arm, gurgling and drinking blood.
Zhang Yifeng wanted to cry without tears, so he could only take a blood boosting pills from time to time.
Even so, he still felt dizzy in his head. The blood rising pill could not withstand the violent "output" of Hong Ling, and the speed of blood production was not as fast as the blood sucking speed of Hong Ling.
Seeing that the blood rising pills were about to be exhausted, Zhang Yifeng was about to fall into a coma.
Hong Ling finally let go of his mouth and burped.
"belch."
Hearing full hiccups, Zhang Yifeng's mouth finally showed a smile.
The people are finally liberated. If Hong Ling doesn't drink enough, he will go on strike.
"Master, I have been resurrected with full blood, and I feel so light-hearted. Master, you are so kind. Hold one."
Red jumped flexibly and suddenly gave Zhang Yifeng a big hug.
Half an hour ago, Zhang Yifeng was alive and kicking, Hong Ling was dying, but now it is completely reversed. Now Zhang Yifeng is weak and dying.