Chapter 289: Blood of Zhu Rong

When the sun is faint, the fence blows away, and there is no floral fragrance and a dark orchid.
No one responds to the little tapping firewood, and does not disturb the moss.
The little hut in this underground secret place has no decorations and no treasures.
Pushing the door and entering, only three or five simple pieces of furniture were placed there. I don't know how long it has been, as if it would turn into powder with a light touch.
What attracted Yang Jian was the picture scroll hung on the wall with a picture of a man in a mighty armor, but he still couldn't hide his bookish air.
The slate on the ground in front of this scroll is obviously brighter than the other places. If you look carefully, you can see that the slate is polished and shiny.
"Perhaps, there is an infatuated woman who has been longing for a long time here and can't bear to leave."
Yang Jian sighed with so much emotion, in his heart he was always unwilling to associate this infatuated woman with the ancestor Mei Kongmei of the demon race.
Da Ang scratched his head and mumbled: "Why can't you be a man?"
Yang Jian's eyes widened, the latter chuckled, seeing that there were no treasures here, he went out for a stroll in the yard.
No matter how hostile it was, Yang Jian did not destroy the cottage; although he found out that a piece of gem was buried under the vegetable garden outside, Yang Jian did not touch it either.
Be regarded as the last point, respect for a quasi-saint power.
When leaving this hut, Yang Jian stopped for a while, but didn't say anything, and took Daang to the underground palace on the diagonal.
As soon as he entered this glorious hall, Da Ang made a strange cry, and went straight to the pool in the center of the hall.
"How can there be the atmosphere of our Wu clan in this ice!"
Yang Jian, who was looking at the treasures placed everywhere in the palace, was also taken aback when he heard the words. He used the Universe Escape Technique, stepped out to the center of the hall, and looked down at the pool with pale white mist.
As soon as he approached, he felt biting cold. Under the white fog, there was a piece of profound ice, exuding bursts of ice, making the entire hall extremely cool.
Xuanbing's body is milky white, but there are several points of redness in the middle.
"Can't be wrong! Can't be wrong!" Da Ang was inexplicably excited, his eyes were a little red, "This is the breath of that old ancestor, can't be wrong!"
Yang Jian asked hurriedly, "Which ancestral witch?"
"Vulcan, Zhu Rong!" Daang yelled, and he knelt down and kowtow by the pool.
The blood of Zhu Rong?
And still use the blood of Zhu Rong preserved by this Xuanbing!
Yang Jian's spirit suddenly became excited. He cultivated eight or nine profound arts, especially in this ‘long’ profound bead realm. The best tonic was the blood of the ancestor witch!
As his combat power continues to soar, he has now entered a bottleneck period. If the Eight-Nine Profound Art cannot break through, his strength will be so for a long time to come.
But if the red spots in this profound ice are all the blood of Zhu Rong...
Yang Jian's breathing was a little short, grabbing a three-pointed two-bladed spear, and raising his hand to smash the Xuanbing.
"What are you doing!" Da Ang jumped up and stopped in front of Yang Jian, staring at Yang Jian, as if he was about to swallow Yang Jian in one bite.
Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and said, "Take blood, practice cultivation."
"you!"
"Are there any taboos in the Witch?" Yang Jian calmed down a little before remembering Da Ang's identity.
"There is no taboo," Da Ang scratched his head for a while, wanted to say, but didn't know how to say it. "But this is the trace left by the ancestors. If you take it back to the clan, the big guy will be very happy... You need to use it for cultivation. This one?"
"Yeah," Yang Jian nodded solemnly, and said, "For me at this time, this is a great tonic. If the blood of the ancestral witch in Xuanbing can maintain its divinity...maybe it can help me. Take a big step forward."
"But me..." Da Ang suddenly struggled.
Finally, I found the ancestral witch blood which was of great significance to the Wu clan, but Yang Jian directly indicated that it was in need.
Zhu Rong Ancestral Witch’s tribe has long ceased to exist. The blood of the Ancestral Witch was taken back, and it was indeed just displayed. Other tribes didn’t use it or dared to use it... But after all, it was proof that the ancestors once existed. The root of the Witch...
"Why don't you take my blood?" Da Ang showed four wrists, but after giving this suggestion, he shrank his neck instead.
"Okay," Da An waved his hand, "You can use it, even if you take it back, we are useless. But you let me be here for goodbye, you go to see other babies, to see other babies. "
Yang Jian couldn't help but smile. His desire to improve his strength was so urgent, but he couldn't care about it with Da An.
Reluctantly, watching Da Ang knelt next to Xuan Bing piously, he didn't mean to destroy Xuan Bing. Yang Jian temporarily focused his attention on other places in the hall.
There are a lot of good things, but they are far worse than Xuangui Yize—to be precise, the two are not the same at all.
Treasures can be found in the present world, and the elixir can be used for alchemy at the level of Daluo Jinxian. There is nothing good about the elixir, but it is better than the quantity.
Rather than saying that this is a monster clan's treasure house, it is better to say that this is a monster clan's ‘warehouse’. These are consumables during the battle, which are more than the sum of the treasures stored in the twelve Vaults outside.
"These treasures can be the foundation of a big formation."
Yang Jian thought so, and received all these things in Xuangui's belt.
It is also fortunate that he has Xuangui with this treasure, and ordinary storage magic treasures can't hold so many treasures.
After looting the treasure hall, Yang Jian was not without gain, he still found a few useful magic weapons, and a very precious innate spirit treasure embryo.
After receiving the magic treasure, Yang Jian did not lack this, but Yang Jian took the embryo of the innate spirit treasure in his hand and looked at it.
The way of heaven at this time is no longer the way of heaven in ancient times; the environment at this time also prevents this embryo from turning into an innate spiritual treasure; in simple terms, this is a ‘dead’ innate spiritual treasure.
The precious thing is the congenital avenue contained in this embryo.
Xiantian Lingbao had another name in ancient times-Daoling.
Before the opening of the heavens and the earth, the Taoist spirits existed, and after the opening of the heavens and the earth, the Daolings also had the power to gain the Tao.
Even Yang Jian suspected that his master, Yuding, the real person, might have been transformed by an innate treasure.
Give this baby to Master. I couldn't comprehend what kind of avenue was on it anyway. After all, I cultivated the flesh, and if these innate spirit treasures want to practice, they are probably all together with the soul.
Putting the Lingbao embryo in the depths of the black turtle belt, Yang Jian began to study the hall itself again.
Soon, he began to tear down the wall and destroy the pillars, and searched out all the treasures on it, leaving nothing behind, such as night pearls and jade jade, these little useless decorative objects.
It's time to work hard for my wedding room.
When Daang heard the movement and looked up, there are still palaces around? There are only a dozen white jade pillars supporting a dome, and the rest are collapsed houses.
"What are you doing? Scrape the ground three feet!" Da Ang shivered, and stared at Yang Jian with a reexamination.
Yang Jian smiled calmly and walked to the side of the pool, his eyes could not be separated from the red spots in Xuanbing.
"You said, how many drops of blood are there?"
"Three or five drops..." Da Ang smacked his lips, sighed, and turned his head, "You should collect this ice first, lest I regret it."
With a curl of his mouth, Yang Jian first took out a three-pointed two-edged spear and swiped it at random on Xuanbing. He found that his soldier could easily cut Xuanbing and nodded in satisfaction.
When Yang Jian put away Xuan Bing in its entirety, he breathed a long sigh of relief as if relieved.
"Hey, the blood of Zhu Rong's ancestor..."
Yang Jian smiled and said nothing. He has absorbed the blood of the ancestor witch several times since he practiced, from the apex blood of the Houtu empress to the inanimate blood left by Gonggong.
Nowadays, I got the blood of Zhu Rong by chance again here, and even more rare is the blood of Zhu Rong sealed in Xuanbing!
"Go up first," Yang Jian took the initiative to hold Da Ang's wrist, Da Ang was like a bereaved concubine, crying and crying, but couldn't laugh.
Just as he was about to use the earth escape technique to leave this underground space, suddenly, Meishan shook the whole mountain, and this underground space also began to drop some rubble.
Could it be that Xuanbing is the eye?
As soon as this idea came up ~EbookFREE.me~, Yang Jian himself overthrew it because of a sharp and resentful cry from the top of his head, across the layers of rock.
"Yang Jian!"
Yang Jian's expression changed, and he rushed towards the underground river with Da Ang.
He didn't want to escape from Meishan, but rushed to the big river that crossed Meishan by the method of water escape. Accompanied by the sound of water, Yang Jian dragged Dahang to the sky and looked towards the sky. The figure standing in the middle.
The curve is graceful and natural, the green silk is like a waterfall, swaying with the wind.
The person here is a woman who is allure, but this woman is wrapped in an amazing demon, and the rhyme of Taoism that fills Meishan with a sense of oppression constantly floats out of her.
This woman, Yang Jian had seen, was at the banquet in the East China Sea Dragon Palace, and he had just emptied her treasury and saw her house alone.
Who else?
The powerful demon race, Mei Kongmei.