Eternal Blood Emperor

Chapter 8
What Wang Ruoxie said made Zhou Jun's face change in shock.

"You can't kill me. My father is the head of the Zhou family in Zhennan Prefecture. If you kill me, the entire Zhou family will not let you go."

Zhou Jun hurriedly said to Wang Ruoxie: "My Zhou family is one of the six major families in Zhennan Prefecture, and my father is a strong man in the late stage of entraining Qi. If you kill me, not only you will die, but even you His family will also be implicated."

Speaking of this, the fear in Zhou Jun's eyes gradually dissipated, because he didn't need to be afraid of the other party at all.

With the influence of the Zhou family, he believed that in the entire Zhennan Mansion, except for the other five major families and the family of the mansion master, no one or force would dare to kill him, the son of the head of the Zhou family, easily.

"So what, the person I want to kill will die no matter what."

Wang Ruoxie smiled indifferently and said.

He didn't care about Zhou Jun's threats at all. Although Wuyi County is only one of the dozens of counties under the jurisdiction of Zhennan Prefecture, the Wang family is a Marquis family after all. , not to mention the Zhou family, one of the so-called six major families.

As for himself, it is even more impossible to be afraid. In his last life, he fought against many powerful people in the heavens alone, and he was still fearless. When he was reborn in this life, he naturally wanted to be happy and enmity.

Moreover, you must not be merciful to the enemy, otherwise, you will only harm yourself.

Without further hesitation, Wang Ruoxie rushed out and punched Zhou Jun directly.

Zhou Jun hastily waved his fists to resist. However, his strength was not as good as Wang Ruoxie's. He was injured just now. How could he resist, and he was directly blasted to death in a short while.

Wang Ruoxie leaned down and groped around Zhou Jun's body, and got a few silver notes worth a thousand taels, as well as some rare spiritual herbs.

Among them, there are just a few that he needs, so he doesn't have to look for them by himself.

Then, Wang Ruoxie stepped up and came to the body of the silver-backed bull, pierced his heart with a dagger, and obtained about 20 drops of blood.

The silver-backed ox is a low-rank monster, so it naturally has more effort than those ordinary beasts, and the energy contained in it is far from ordinary beasts.

He didn't intend to take the body of the silver-backed bull. Although the flesh and blood of the monster is of great assistance to body-hardened martial arts, the silver-backed bull is only a low-level monster, and he However, his cultivation base has been raised to the fifth level of the Body Tempering Realm, which belongs to the middle stage of the Body Tempering Realm.

Therefore, unless it is the flesh and blood of a first-order middle or even high-level monster, it can be effective against him.

Turning his gaze, Wang Ruoxie glanced at Zhou Jun's corpse, shaking his head secretly in his heart, it's a pity that he has not yet reached the Qi Entrainment Realm, otherwise, he would be able to condense blood essence, presumably the blood essence of an eighth-level martial artist in the Body Tempering Realm, It should be enough for him to raise a small realm.

As for drinking his blood directly, he never thought about it. After all, he has been able to control the blood of the blood god in this life, and he is no longer a blood demon.

Not to mention, even if he drank all the blood from the opponent's body, he might not be able to improve. Even if he could, he would not do it. This is his bottom line.

What's more, he only needs to break through to the Qi Entrainment Realm as soon as possible, and then he can use the blood coagulation method to directly condense the blood essence. At that time, no matter the blood essence of monsters or humans, he can swallow and absorb it for his own use, and quickly improve his cultivation. for.

Moreover, for him, the most effective thing is the power of blood.

In Yuanwu Continent, the bloodlines are divided into six levels from low to high: Huang, Xuan, Earth, Heaven, Saint, and God. Each level is divided into nine ranks, with the first rank being the weakest and the ninth rank being the strongest.

It's just that Wang Ruoxie's body in this life has not awakened the power of her own blood.

The bloodline inheritance of the Wang family is the power of the wild tiger. It belongs to the bloodline of the yellow rank, and the strongest can reach the fifth rank of the yellow rank.

However, Wang Ruoxie, who controls the blood of the blood god, has no difficulty in obtaining the power of the bloodline. He only needs to deprive the other party of the power of the bloodline, and then devour it.

In other words, he only needs to keep devouring the power of the bloodlines of monsters or other people, so that the bloodlines can be continuously promoted.

This is the most frightening thing about Blood God, Essence and Blood, and it is also the basis for him to recover or even surpass his previous cultivation in the shortest time.

For the next period of time, Wang Ruoxie would come to Tongyun Mountains to hunt and kill monsters almost every day.

With his current strength, as long as he doesn't encounter first-order high-level monsters, he won't have any problems.

If you are hungry, you can directly feed on the flesh and blood of monsters, which can not only replenish your physical strength, but also nourish your energy and blood.

Because of this, the level of Wang Ruoxie's barbecue is getting higher and higher. If it is sold in restaurants, it is estimated that it can be sold at a good price.

During the period, he would also find time to go to Jishengtang, where he would consign the medicinal liquid he had prepared. Without exception, every medicinal liquid was of the highest quality.

Three months passed quickly.

In the past three months, due to the painstaking efforts of monsters and the medicinal liquid prepared by Wang Ruoxie to assist his cultivation, his cultivation will naturally improve without slowing down.

"Eighth level of Body Tempering Realm."

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Wang Ruoxie slowly opened her eyes.

Raising three small realms in three months seems to be quite slow, but it is not.

As for ordinary martial arts, even a year of painstaking practice may not be able to improve the cultivation level from the fifth level of the body quenching state to the eighth level of the body quenching state.

After all, it is not only separated by three small realms, but also promoted from the middle stage of the Body Tempering Realm to the late stage, which can be regarded as crossing a level.

And he was able to improve so fast, naturally, because he could directly devour and absorb the energy and energy contained in the blood of monsters, and he also had the magical liquid he prepared to assist in cultivation, so how could it be slow.

"At least it has the power of two bulls and one tiger."

Standing up, Wang Ruoxie felt the soaring strength and blood in her body, and whispered with a faint smile.

Ordinary eighth level of Body Tempering Realm has a maximum strength of [-] jin, but he has a huge strength of [-] jin. I am afraid that even the ordinary ninth level of Body Tempering Realm is far from being able to compare with him.

Of course, those real bloodline martial arts are nourished by the power of blood, so no matter their strength or blood, they are far from being comparable to ordinary martial arts.

"Tomorrow is the year-end hunting conference, and it's time for me to prepare well."

Wang Ruoxie secretly said, and then walked out of the mansion.

After a while, he came to Jishengtang again.

The current Jisheng Hall is no longer what it used to be. Not only has it expanded several times in size, but it is also much more luxuriously decorated than the Baicao Hall.

The guests who came in and out were extremely bustling and seemed very lively.

Lifting her footsteps, Wang Ruoxie walked directly into Jishengtang, only to find that Ling Xiang, the steward of Jishengtang, was arguing fiercely with two men.

As for the middle-aged man among them, he was no stranger to him, it was Zhao Xing, the steward of Baicaotang who said that the liquid medicine he prepared was medicine dregs. As for the other young man, it was the first time he had seen him.

Immediately, with a hint of coldness in the corner of his mouth, Wang Ruoxie walked towards the three of them.

Today, he brought a few copies of the divine medicine liquid with him, and he wanted to see if Zhao Xing would call it medicine dregs.

(End of this chapter)