I grab red envelopes with the gods

Chapter 1008 I'm Afraid

Teeth chattering uncontrollably, claws firmly grasping the ground, Ban Jiao slowly retreated, until he realized that there was a mountain behind him, only to realize that there was no way to retreat.

"Come here!" Yang Feng shouted coldly.

Ban Jiao showed the fastest speed in his life, and rushed to Yang Feng with a fawning expression on his face.

"Boss, what do you want me to do?"

"Throw these things into the alchemy furnace, don't steal them." Yang Feng hit the alchemy furnace a few times and found that he could refine them by himself.

Banjiao nodded desperately, completely unable to see that it had ignored Yang Feng before half a day.

Seeing Yang Feng resting aside, Ban Jiao grabbed a piece of half dragon's flesh with his claws and threw it into the alchemy furnace.

Why is it suddenly so afraid of Yang Feng?
Why did it suddenly become so obedient?
Scared!

This invincible half-dragon...was destroyed by Yang Feng to remove the beast soul, chopped...chopped into pieces, to be refined into true blood.

Don't mess with him!

It will really die, and it will be chopped into pieces to refine true blood!
Yang Feng looked at the world in the distance. He is still in the secret realm. Since there is still half a month before the secret realm closes, the others went to collect some elixir that only exists in the secret realm.

The refining of the half-dragon is much more difficult. It took half a day to refine the half-dragon until only the head of the last half-dragon remained.

"Dragon Ball!" Ban Jiao stared at a bead that was not stained with any filth, and that was Ban Long's Dragon Ball.

The half-dragon eyes turned straight, this thing can't be used to refine true blood.

But it thought and thought, and finally did not dare to steal it.

Ban Jiao walked up to Yang Feng gently, and said cautiously: "Boss, that Dragon Ball..."

"Refining things first, that dragon ball should be enough for you to turn into dragons"

Ban Jiao rushed back and bit off the dragon ball in one bite, fearing that someone would snatch the dragon ball.But it's just in his mouth, and the tasks assigned by Yang Feng have not been completed yet.

After half an hour, Yang Feng opened his eyes.

All the flesh and blood were finally refined, and a drop of blood essence turned into a small dragon in the center of the alchemy furnace, roaring ferociously.

This drop of real blood is different from the one given by the real dragon before. The real dragon gave it to Yang Feng on its own initiative, and there will be no residual consciousness to resist.

Ban Jiao's gaze was like a torch, and he roared fiercely at the pill furnace.

The remaining consciousness in the true blood dissipated in the roar of the half dragon.

Ban Jiao bulged his eyes proudly, with me here, will I give you a chance to yell at my boss?
I can't beat you when you're alive, but when you're dead, there's only one drop of true blood left.

"Okay, let's refine Dragon Balls."

The reason why Yang Feng asked the half-flood dragon to refine the half-dragon was because he wanted to use this to warn it. With a real dragon assisting him, no matter what he did would be much more convenient.

Banjiao flew up a hill and swallowed the dragon ball in one gulp.

Yang Feng flew to another mountain and looked at a figure in a spiritual pool.

Xiao Rou lay in a newly dug out pool, motionless, as if her soul had completely disappeared, recovering bit by bit.

"There should be time to recover her soul." Xiao Rou's primordial spirit is scattered in this secret realm, if she wants to gather her soul, it must be done here. Yang Feng's only worry is that there is not enough time.

"This drop can't be wasted, it can be directly used to temper the body." If it was before getting the experience of Qitian Supreme, Yang Feng would definitely continue to use this drop of true blood to strengthen the strength of Qinglong Hand.

But now, he will never do such a reckless thing again.

Now the biggest limit to Yang Feng's strength is the physical body. As long as the physical body is tempered once, Yang Feng may even control the Qinglong hand at will with his own strength.

At this moment, there are not many people left in this secret realm. When he found two terrifying auras suddenly rising from a certain direction, a name appeared in his heart at the same time: Yang Feng!

A few days later, Yang Feng opened his eyes again, and a vague light flashed all over his body.

With a shake of her right hand, Xiao Zi's first seal was released, and the power of Qinglong's hand merged into her hand.

However, there was no change on the surface of Yang Feng's hand.

The second seal, open!

Then the second seal was released, and Yang Feng felt another terrifying force merged into his hands, which could even tear apart Jiaolong's body easily.

The third seal, Yang Feng felt that his body should not be able to control it all the time, so he didn't break the seal.

Looking at Xiao Rou, it should be almost the end of Soul Gathering, but the half dragon on the other side obviously finished it earlier.

With a roar, Ban Jiao rushed up to the sky, but disappeared.

When it rushed down from the cloud again, it had completely transformed into a flood dragon, not on the same level as its original self.

"That's enough, don't be complacent, I have seen more dragons than you have ever seen people!" Yang Feng said indifferently, and then cast his eyes on Xiao Rou.

In Xiao Rou's body, the primordial spirit condensed little by little, and it was at the last moment.

Two hours later.

"Um"

Xiao Rou hummed softly and wanted to struggle.

"It hurts"

Xiao Rou's body trembled slightly, her memory seemed to be still at the moment of life and death, her body was full of painful memories.

"Open your eyes, you are back in the world now"

Yang Feng's voice brought Xiao Rou's soul back completely, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

"Who am I?" Xiao Rou looked at Yang Feng and asked blankly.

"You are Xiao Rou, remember?"

Xiao Rou lowered her head and thought carefully.After a while, she smiled: "It's strange, I almost forgot who I am"

It seemed that she remembered who she was.

"Strange, am I not dead?"

"No, you've been alive all this time, probably because of some nightmare."

"Yes!" Xiao Rou nodded while laughing, unknowingly a burst of vitality descended from the heaven and earth, poured into the primordial spirit when she didn't realize it.

she lived.

"Who are you?" Xiao Rou continued to ask.

"Me?" Yang Feng was stunned for a moment, bit his lips, and finally looked at Xiao Rou's face and smiled: "Forget it if you don't remember, forget it if you forget it."

"Oh, just forget it." Xiao Rou nodded, as if she didn't feel anything wrong.

Yang Feng beckoned, motioning for Jiaolong to follow.

Xiao Rou stood in the spirit pool blankly, staring at Yang Feng's back, and suddenly shouted: "Where are you going?"

"Go to a place far away and find someone"

"Who are you looking for? Can I go with you?" Xiao Rou didn't know why she asked such a question, she just wanted to follow that person all the way.

"I'm going to find my comrades-in-arms of Wanzu, it's too dangerous, you go back." Yang Feng didn't turn his head, but just waved his hand.

"I'm not afraid of death!" Xiao Rou didn't know where her courage came from.

"I'm afraid!"

The Jiaolong exploded in speed, even carrying Yang Feng on its back, it disappeared out of the sky in an instant, leaving only an afterimage.

When Yang Feng's figure disappeared completely, Xiao Rou's lips trembled slightly, and the tears from the corners of her eyes unconsciously slipped down, although she didn't know what she had lost.

(End of this chapter)