Chapter 1600: Spirit pet blood basalt

Hearing what Zhang Ziling said, Xue Xuanwu was stunned at first, and then burst into laughter.
"Human, you said you want to make soup for this seat? Did you wake up?" Xue Xuanwu seemed to have heard a big joke. Its body is harder than gold. If it gets into its own turtle shell, it will be The imperial soldiers could not break its defense.
"It seems that you are very confident!" Zhang Ziling patted the head of Xue Xuanwu, his eyes were full of joking, "I don't know who was so embarrassed just now."
"Huh! Although this seat is afraid of heights, but if this seat is determined to defend, there is nothing you can do with this seat, this seat will not be afraid of you!" Now Xue Xuanwu has regarded Zhang Ziling as an existence of the same level as himself. Now, I don't have the same attitude as before, but I still have arrogance.
It is an ancient fierce beast with a noble bloodline, and is a creature at the top of the world's food chain!
"Really?" Zhang Ziling chuckled lightly, and the dark magic energy turned into dense silk threads, wrapped around the blood Xuanwu body, and even wrapped the blood Xuanwu's neck.
Cold light!
The smile of Xue Xuanwu instantly stiffened on his face, and it could feel an extremely huge threat from those silk threads!
Zhang Ziling was pulling a thin thread in his hand at the moment, and smiled at Xue Xuanwu: "With your wisdom, you should be able to know what will happen to you if these threads are tight."
"Big, big brother, don't you, don't be impulsive... I was wrong!" Xue Xuanwu was counseled instantly, and said to Zhang Ziling with a trembling voice.
"You see that we have no grudges and no grudges. The small ones are just cultivating in the lower spiritual veins. If you are interested in that spiritual vein, the small one will give that spiritual vein to you."
Although Blood Xuanwu is a fierce beast, it is also a different species of a spirit beast, and its judgment of its own crisis is still very accurate. Although there was an ominous premonition in Xue Xuanwu's heart, Xue Xuanwu had not felt that his life was threatened at that time.
When Zhang Ziling's magic energy turned into silk thread, Xue Xuanwu suddenly felt that he was going to die...
That silk thread can definitely cut its neck!
Even... even his shell can be cut!
Hearing Xuanwu's low-pitched voice, the smile on the corner of Zhang Ziling's mouth grew thicker.
"Boss... I didn't expect this big guy to be a bullshit, hurry up and chop it up for soup!" Xuntianyi urged in Zhang Ziling's body, it was already drooling.
"Don't do it, big buddies... the little one knew it was wrong, don't make soup for me!"
Suddenly, the voice of Xue Xuanwu rang in Zhang Ziling's mind, causing both Zhang Ziling and Tianxunyi to be taken aback.
"You can hear us talking?" Xuntianyi asked Xue Xuanwu in a somewhat inconceivable way. The Xuntianyi directly transmitted the sound to Zhang Ziling.
Can Xue Xuanwu hear the sound transmission between them?
This ability is a bit strange.
"The two eldest brothers don’t know. The younger one has mutated since he was born, and his defense is even stronger than mine in terms of spirit. Although I didn’t practice specifically, everyone around me...I can hear you. Their voices."
"Although I can't read the voices of the two elder brothers, I can still hear the voice of the two elder brothers clearly!" Xue Xuanwu quickly explained, full of desire to survive.
"Boss, this..." Hearing Xue Xuanwu's explanation, Xuntianyi instantly hesitated.
If Xue Xuanwu didn't have this ability, and merely inherited the huge blood qi of the ancestors, then the Xuntianyi would not hesitate to choose to use the blood Xuanwu to make soup.
But now the blood basalt has shown its special ability in spirit, if such a mutant blood basalt is used to make soup, it would be a bit of a waste.
Blood Xuanwu can be grabbed for soup at any time, but the mutated blood Xuanwu can never be left after being stewed.
"Mutated?" Zhang Ziling was also lost in thought, and began to hesitate.
This is the first time Zhang Ziling has encountered the mutated blood basalt.
Although the blood basalts are ancient fierce beasts, they are nothing more than saints to perfection. This is of no use to Zhang Ziling and can only be used to make soup.
But now that the blood Xuanwu has mutated, maybe the shackles of the blood Xuanwu cultivation have also disappeared, maybe it can break through to the emperor...
The value of the blood basalt is not just for making soup.
Zhang Ziling sat on the head of Xue Xuanwu and thought, considering whether to use the blood Xuanwu to make soup.
The process of waiting for Zhang Ziling's decision was extremely difficult. Xue Xuanwu didn't dare to move at all, and even fine blood stains appeared on his neck. The sharp pain made Xue Xuanwu extremely uncomfortable.
"Big, big brother...Don't use me to make soup, OK? It's not easy for me to cultivate to this level," Xue Xuanwu whispered to Zhang Ziling.
"Do you want to live?" Zhang Ziling asked aloud.
"Think about it!" Xue Xuanwu immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
However, the blood Xuanwu nodded, and the thin threads tied to the blood Xuanwu's neck cut off a piece of meat from the blood Xuanwu's neck, and the pain made the blood Xuanwu cry.
Seeing a trace of pain flashing in the scarlet eyes of Blood Xuanwu, Zhang Ziling couldn't help but shook his head and smiled, saying: "You can live if you want, but you need to promise me one condition."
"What are the conditions?" Xue Xuanwu fully realized Zhang Ziling's power and lost his temper in front of Zhang Ziling, so he asked quickly.
"You...be my spiritual pet." Zhang Ziling said lightly.
"Ling pet? No..." Hearing Zhang Ziling's words, Xue Xuanwu's expression couldn't help changing, and just about to refuse, the thin line on its neck tightened again, directly causing the blood Xuanwu to come to his mouth. Swallowed back.
"How are you thinking about it?" Zhang Ziling asked, "I have limited time. You can give an answer as soon as possible."
There was struggle in the eyes of Xue Xuanwu, but out of fear of death, Xue Xuanwu had no choice but to agree: "I promise you..."
For Xue Xuanwu, it is a great shame to become the spiritual favorite of human monks!
But now it is bound to be strong, it has to bow its head.
"Boy, you have become my boss's spiritual pet, and you will be soaring in the future. Why are you still sighing here?" Xuntianyi spit out to Xue Xuanwu.
Although Xuntianyi said so, Xue Xuanwu was not very interested and could only cater to it perfunctorily.
"Conclude a contract, let me see your talent." Zhang Ziling didn't talk nonsense, pierced his fingertips, and a drop of blood was suspended in the air.
Seeing Zhang Ziling's blood, Xue Xuanwu sighed deeply.
"I'm sorry ancestors..."
Xue Xuanwu shouted, letting Zhang Ziling's blood sink into his forehead.
Xue Xuanwu's body lit up with blood, mysterious runes appeared, and Xuanwu's eyes became pitch black.
"Roar!"
A loud roar roared from Xue Xuanwu's mouth, and the whole body became pitch black like ink, and the surrounding space began to twist, and a violent force burst out from within the blood Xuanwu.
The world, at this moment, became pitch black.