God of Nine Dragons

Chapter 5 Refining Blood and Transforming Spirits
Suddenly, a ray of purple brilliance galloped out from Chen Lingyun's head, and flew towards the man in black who was rushing towards him. The speed was unbelievably fast, and it appeared on top of the man in black.

Between the intertwined and twisted purple light, a lifelike purple mist dragon with scales and claws is transformed. Its dragon eyes emit dazzling purple light, which is extremely sharp, as if two purple diamonds are inlaid in the eye sockets.

This dragon is exactly the dragon of luck, controlling the luck of the world.

The dragon of luck opened its teeth and claws, let out a silent roar, opened its huge mouth, and circled and danced around the head of the man in black. A vortex appeared in its dragon's mouth, spinning extremely fast, emitting a strong suction.

I saw that half of one was light black, and the other half was a light blue light cluster, which was forcibly sucked out from the head of the man in black.

This light cluster is just the collection of bad luck and good luck of the man in black. The two originally restricted each other and formed a delicate balance.

The light black part is bad luck, or bad luck; the light blue part is good luck, or luck.

The Dragon of Luck raised its sharp and unparalleled dragon claws, and swiped lightly at the light ball. Like cutting a melon and cutting vegetables, the light ball was easily divided into two halves: one black and one light blue.

The black part sank back into the head of the man in black like lightning, while the light blue part burst silently, turning into dots of blue light and disappearing into the air.

His luck has been completely weakened by the dragon of luck.

All this happened in just a moment.

At this moment, the man in black suddenly felt as if something had been pulled away from his body, and the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly, like falling into an ice cave, and he felt goosebumps all over his body.

quack~~~
There was a frightening and treacherous laughter coming from the ear, as if haunted by a fierce ghost, and the figure of the enemy who had been killed by it appeared in front of his eyes...

"Damn it, it's really evil, you little bastard, let me die!"

The man in black shook his head, shouted and cursed, and a phantom of eight bones appeared behind him, his aura suddenly increased, he clenched his scimitar and slashed at Chen Lingyun.

He exerted the power of the eight spiritual bones with all his strength, trying to dispel the suffocating strange feeling.

If the scimitar of the man in black hits the young man in black, he will be split in half with a single blow. A hateful blow from an existence at the eighth level of the spiritual bone realm will split even a boulder, not to mention the mortal Chen Lingyun. .

Rumble!
Rumble!
Suddenly, the whole stone house shook violently, and the stones on the roof swished down, and they all smashed towards the man in black's head strangely, like arrows that were specially shot at him.

At the same time, what was even more unexpected was that the scimitar in the man's hand was originally aimed at Chen Lingyun's head.

Now, the scimitar carrying scarlet blood drops and astonishing evil spirit turned around and cut towards the neck of the man in black.

If somewhere, there is a mysterious force manipulating all these things, the man in black has become a poor marionette, at the mercy of others, unable to control his fate.

"Do not--!"

The man in black's exposed pair of big copper bell eyes protruded wildly like the eyes of a carp, filled with endless terror, and shouted hissingly.

Its voice was shrill, like the howling of a ghost.

With a glint of cold light, the scimitar suddenly cut into the neck of the man in black, poof, the scimitar sank with force, and directly sliced ​​off the man in black's head, rolling to the ground like a meat ball.

For a moment, blood spurted out, and the stone house was filled with a strong smell of blood.

All of this, to outsiders, looks like the man in black cut his head off with a machete because he couldn't think about it, it looks extremely weird and terrifying.

At this time, the purple luck dragon turned into a purple light again and sank into Chen Lingyun's head.

The dragon of luck appeared, but outsiders could not see it.

Although Chen Lingyun closed his eyes just now, his consciousness has clearly seen everything that happened outside.

As he successfully awakened the spirit wheel, the Qi Luck Dragon's aura became stronger than before.

While the eyelashes were fluttering, Chen Lingyun opened his eyes, eyes sparkled, looked at the headless corpse lying on the ground, and said to himself: "Damn it, it caused me to consume almost all of the spiritual energy I had accumulated so hard! "

After practicing for nearly half an hour, Chen Lingyun managed to fill the vast and boundless spirit wheel space with a small amount of spiritual energy.

Now he checked the spirit wheel space and found that seven or eight out of ten of the spiritual energy in it had been used, all of which were used to perform the secret technique of "weakness of luck".

Chen Lingyun looked at the dead body on the ground, with a flash of inspiration in his mind, and said to himself: "Since you have consumed a lot of my spiritual energy, let's use your body to make up for it!"

After the words fell, he stepped forward, searched the man in black, and found that there was nothing of value except the scimitar.

Standing in front of the corpse, Chen Lingyun moved his hands according to the traces of infinite mystery. There was a trace of cyan aura mixed with multicolored inscriptions, which shot out from his palms and intertwined with each other. The cyan vortex spun wildly.

A cyan storm escaped from the vortex, covering the corpse of the enemy in a different place. The body and head rotated counterclockwise. Under the action of the mysterious force, the flesh quickly melted like beans on a stone mill, turning into A fog of blood.

In the end, the blood mist slowly condensed, forming a crystal clear drop of blood, the blood was blazing like a blood diamond.

Chen Lingyun tempered the entire body of an eighth-level spiritual bone warrior, leaving only a drop of blood essence, which contained rich energy essence.

Immediately afterwards, this drop of blood, which looked like a blood diamond, plunged into the cyan vortex and merged into the vortex. Immediately, the cyan vortex emitted a powerful aura, shining brightly.

Without hesitation, Chen Lingyun immediately absorbed all the cyan energy into his hands, circulated along the blood vessels, and finally collected it into the space of the spirit wheel.

His consciousness saw that four-fifths of the vast spirit wheel space had been filled with blue aura with multicolored inscriptions, which was many times more than before.

"It's worth it! However, the space of my spirit wheel is too large. If someone else absorbs the energy of this eighth-level spirit bone realm corpse, they will surely awaken nine spirit wheels and fill up all the space of the spirit wheel!" Chen Lingyun sighed.

What Chen Lingyun just performed was a secret technique that he practiced when he was in the fairy world - refining blood to transform immortals.

This secret technique can refine the physical body of a powerful immortal cultivator into immortal energy, which can be used to strengthen oneself.

To refine blood and transform into immortals, one needs to rely on the power of immortals.

In the Beast Spirit Continent, Chen Lingyun slightly modified the secret art of refining blood and transforming into immortals, and it could be performed with spiritual energy.

He gave this secret technique a new name, called: Practicing Blood and Transforming Spirits.

However, the power of refining blood to transform spirits is definitely not comparable to that of refining blood to transform immortals, the difference between the two is like clouds and mud.

Refining blood and transforming immortals can transfer more than [-]% of the immortal power of the immortal cultivator to the caster.

However, Chen Lingyun thought that refining blood and transforming spirit could only transfer [-]% of the energy of the warrior to the performer.

Rumble!
At this moment, a deafening roar came to Chen Lingyun's ears, and the ground couldn't help trembling slightly, as if an earthquake had occurred.

"Old Chen Wanhe, since you have left the customs, the chief will send you to hell today!" At the same time, a voice full of gloomy and arrogant came.

"Chen Wanhe?"

Chen Lingyun frowned slightly, and muttered: "It's the spirit pill realm master who was seriously injured and retreated from the Wuyang Department. It seems that there must be an enemy in the spirit pill realm who killed him, otherwise Chen Wanhe, who was seriously injured, would definitely not leave the customs. Help them!"

Chen Lingyun made a decision, and immediately rushed out of the house, grabbing the scimitar left by the enemy, the guard's fine iron longbow and some feathered arrows.

(End of this chapter)