Playful Immortal Doctor: Evil Emperor Poisonous Love Concubine

Now, all of this is just returned to Ling Ying intact.

"Kill you? No, no, sister, what are you talking about, I can't die now."

Ling Luo glanced at Ling Ying nervously, and said, "If you die right now, this blood refinement technique will fail."

Ling Ying's face was haggard, her eyes were cloudy and she was distracted, and she completely lost the desire to survive.

There is a disadvantage of the technique of blood refinement to seize the foundation, that is, the consumption of spiritual power is too large, and the caster is easy to be backlashed by this magic power.

But this is not true for Ling Luo.

Her heart is a continuous output pump of spiritual power, the power of the holy light is endless.

When the spiritual power in the dantian in the abdomen is exhausted, it will mobilize the sea of ​​qi in the chest adjacent to the heart to replenish it.

Weakness is only for a moment.

Ling Luo's face turned pale, and a rushing stream of heat overflowed from the sea of ​​qi again and poured into the dantian.

His complexion returned to ruddy again, and the Yan Jue pinched out in his hand suddenly rose by a foot, "cracking" one after another into the tumbling fog.

A white, almost transparent halo emerged from Ling Ying's withered body.

The halo gathered above the thick fog and condensed into the essence of the soul.

All the essence of Ling Ying's consciousness is on the ball of soul essence.

The body on the stone bed, like fragile glass, turned into ashes with a "bang", completely annihilated.

"Ling Luo! You can't destroy my spiritual consciousness! My master's obsession is attached to my spiritual consciousness. If he knows, he will definitely avenge me!"

Ling Ying's voice became hysterical.

She is too scared.

For an immortal, if the spirit of consciousness is preserved, there is still the possibility of resurrection.

Physical damage, on the contrary, is not so concerned, at most it is a little bit of suffering.

"Master?"

Ling Luo raised her head in surprise, her beautiful eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Yes! My master Taoist Miaofeng has ascended to the Second Heaven 300 years ago. He has experienced treasure hunting in the desolate realm. His old man's ability is as high as the sky. He is already in the stage of transforming gods. He loves me very much. If you kill me, Master, he will definitely avenge me!"

Ling Ying was bold enough to speak threateningly.This is her last hole card.

"Oh, revenge." Ling Luo's plain face was elegant, her eyes were calm and calm.

"Yes! Master Miaofeng Taoist will definitely avenge me. Your poisoning tricks are useless in front of Master and his elders!" Ling Ying's voice was full of courage, "If you are sensible, kill me now. ..."

The corners of Ling Luo's lips curled up into a sinister smile, and she stretched out two fingers, burning with flames, and inserted them into Ling Ying's ball of spirit essence.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Ling Ying's threatening words stopped abruptly, and turned into heartbroken screams.

Ling Luo was relentless and drew power directly from the ball of soul essence, causing very serious damage to Ling Ying's consciousness and soul.

"Sister, why are you still not clear about the situation? You are just my cauldron now, and you are the cauldron, so you should do your part."

"As for your master who is in the stage of becoming a god, what kind of Taoist Miaofeng, let him come if he wants to take revenge. If you come, I will kill one, and if you come, I will kill a pair!"

Ling Luo slapped his hands together, shooting out bursts of flames, urging the second layer of the blood refinement to seize the foundation.

The ball of blood essence, the ball of bone essence, and the ball of soul essence rotated in order around Ling Luo's body in the shape of a character.