Playful Immortal Doctor: Evil Emperor Poisonous Love Concubine

Ling Luo grabbed another 30-year-old Zining grass, threw it into the flames, and refined it with the same method, and it turned out another lavender droplet.

Then there was a scouring flower, a pinch of cold snow soil, and a second-level wood element magic crystal nucleus, which were respectively calcined into three longan-sized liquids, which were bright red, khaki, and emerald green.

Five droplets, crystal clear, with a hot streamer on the surface, revolved slowly around Ling Luo's body.

Fusing the five liquids together, taking the essence and removing the dross, is the most critical part of the entire refining process.

The ability of this body is really bad, Ling Luo's forehead faintly seeps with sweat, even if he borrows the flame of the cheap dragon, it is still extremely difficult.

Can not give up!

Be sure to refine the quick-to-upgrade marrow-washing liquid! !

Ling Luo stretched out her hands and formed a seal in mid-air. The black extreme fire formed a complex hexagram pattern.

She meditated silently in her mouth, then opened her eyes abruptly, and shouted loudly, "Join me!"

The five crystal clear spiritual fluids seemed to be alive, and they followed Ling Luo's orders one after another, entered the black formation eyes, swirled rapidly, and then gradually condensed into one at the most central position.

Ling Luo controlled the fire with both hands and continuously sent extreme fire into her eyes. However, her body began to shake, her vision began to blur, and the sweat on her face kept dripping on the ground like beads with broken threads.

"Enough!" Bianlong's voice sounded unexpectedly majestic at the moment, "Xiao Luo, you have already overdrawn very seriously, stop!"

No, I can't stop, it's still a little bit, as long as I stick to the time of one cup of tea, the fusion will be completed.

How can this body be so weak, it is just a low-level marrow-washing liquid, and it can't hold back and wants to faint.

She is not reconciled, really not reconciled!

Ling Luo frowned, gritted her teeth, exhausted all her strength, and with a sudden urge, the black extreme fire in the refining fire array flourished again.

"In this case, increase the firepower, do you want to die?!" The low dragon's voice turned into a violent rage.

"I won't die!" Ling Luo roared loudly, although his voice was very weak, but his aura was definitely not inferior to that of Bianlong, "Until those who want me to die die, I will never die no matter what. !"

Suddenly, around Ling Luo's body, a golden extremely complex contract formation lit up, shining with glory.

Inside the Fire Sealing Orb, a soul-shaped beast soul with a length of more than a thousand meters slowly rose, bursting out with unparalleled shocking power.

Above the Ling Mansion, the wind was blowing, the clouds were rolling, and the golden beams shot out from Ling Luo's house, straight to Xiao Han.

At the same time, an extremely deep, extremely majestic voice full of destructive power resounded in Ling Luo's mind.

"Ling Luo, from now on, my sword will be with you, and your destiny will coexist with me. Here, the contract is completed."

Suddenly, the golden contract formation slowly rose, condensed into the size of a palm, with the endless dragon breath from ancient times, imprinted in the depths of Ling Luo's soul.

A dragon roar resounding through the sky reverberated over the entire Yingyang City, and Ling Luo's heart came up with a name - Prison.

Is his name.

Was it that bitch just now?

He took the initiative to conclude a contract with himself?

An ancient extreme fire dragon, an absolute powerhouse standing at the peak of the dragon clan, actually entered into a contract with her, a human waste wood of the first-order warrior?