Chronicles of Ascension: The Path to Immortality

Henry Zhang breathed a big sigh of relief.

In the past hour, the power of Qi and blood absorbed was huge.

If you take the Qi and Blood Golden Pill, I'm afraid you won't be able to achieve such a good effect if you don't have a few thousand pills.

Even if he had the space to meditate, he would probably be short of elixirs to refine so many Qi and Blood Pills.

More importantly, there is no way he would have so much time to refine so many elixirs.

After refining, it still needs to be tempered in the Taiqing Creation Diagram, and I don’t know how long it will take.

But here, these rich qi and blood powers are all free.

Pick up as much as you can.

The power of Qi and blood in this layer slowly becomes thinner.

Henry Zhang went upstream a little further and continued to absorb the power of qi and blood around him.

The higher up, the stronger the power of Qi and blood becomes.

Henry Zhang sucked it with great pleasure.

The soldiers below reminded Zhang Xuan several times to be careful.

Henry Zhang just casually said "I understand" and continued to swim upstream.

"My little ancestor, this is the territory of the third-level corpse king. How much energy and blood power do you need to absorb? My advanced golden elixir tempered body can absorb even 10% of the energy and blood power you have. No." Zhan Jun sighed in his heart.

The two people who came with Fan Zhiyi were Zhang Xuan and an old oil man.

None of them are normal.

He originally thought that the old greaser was already evil enough.

However, the old man from the Ten Clans in front of them is probably even more evil than this old greaser.

After only soaking in the Corpse King Pond for half a day, Zhan Jun felt that Zhang Xuan's aura had improved a lot.

This kind of improvement that is visible to the naked eye is something that no one can help but envy.

"Is he practicing heaven-level skills?" Zhan Jun speculated.

As the captain of the personal guard, he spent hundreds of thousands of merit points to exchange for a local mid-level body-training technique from the Heavenly Demon Sect's Chuan Gong Peak.

The speed of absorbing the power of Qi and blood can be ranked first even among the same level.

Who knows, compared with Henry Zhang here, this skill is simply in tatters.

Henry Zhang didn’t care what Zhan Jun thought at this time.

He absorbed the power of Qi and blood crazily.

Now, less than half of his skull has been transformed into precious bones of Qi and blood.

"It's coming, it's coming. In less than half a day, I can turn all the skull bones into Qi and blood treasure bones."

Henry Zhang became more and more excited.

His body also involuntarily moved upstream to absorb the stronger qi and blood power from the upper levels.

"Why is there such a good place? It's perfect for me to practice the Vajra Body Training Technique."

Henry Zhang felt that this Corpse King Pond was simply created for him.

In the bone desert battlefield, the only way to practice the Vajra Body Exercise is with the help of the Sand Spirit Crystal Core.

If you want to achieve something, you still don’t know the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.

And here, there is enough energy and blood in the Corpse King Pond, which is worth tens of thousands of Sand Spirit Crystal Cores.

At this time, Zhan Jun was frightened and cursed: "Are you okay? You have to go upstream, so don't hurt me."

He really regrets bringing Henry here now.

If he had known earlier, he would not have taken such a big risk by coming alone.

Further upstream, Zhan Jun felt that the opponent was almost reaching the third-level corpse king's lair.

Once discovered by the third-level corpse king, he did not think that he could walk out of the corpse king's pool alive. He would either become the nourishment of the corpse king's pool or the third-level corpse king's ration.

Henry Zhang doesn’t care so much.

In the upper level of the Corpse King Pond, in addition to absorbing the power of Qi and blood, he also picked up many rare high-level demonic beast bones, five of which were actually animal-patterned bones.

Naturally, he put these into his storage ring.

"There is no time to take inventory now. We will take a good inventory after we get out of the Corpse King Pond."

Henry Zhang’s skull has 80% accumulated to form Qi and blood treasure bones.

"Just a little bit."

Henry Zhang continued upstream.

However, at this moment, the witch marks on his back were beating crazily.

"Not good, dangerous!"

Henry Zhang hurriedly swam towards the bottom of the Corpse King Pond.

Zhan Jun and the old oil man saw Zhang Xuan swimming over in a hurry, and they didn't know what happened.

The third-level corpse king must have chased him.

The two of them ran away.

Henry Zhang wanted to use blood escape.

However, under the pressure of the third-level corpse king, the blood escape technique had no effect.

"This time it's a big mistake!" Henry Zhang regretted it endlessly.

Last time, I suffered a big loss at the third-level Qingjin Yanniu, and I still haven't learned my lesson.

Seeing the third-level corpse king getting closer and closer.

At this time, Henry Zhang saw the face of the third-level corpse king.

It turned out to be a human monk.

The flesh and blood all over the third-level corpse king's body has become shriveled and pale, and his white teeth are exposed, which is very scary.

"There is no other way, this is the only way."

Henry Zhang performed the Nine Body Return to Yuan Gong and integrated the weapon-breaking hammer into his left arm.

"boom--"

Henry Zhang punched out with his left arm.

Colliding with the fist of the third-level corpse king.

With one blow, the third-level corpse king actually retreated a little.

Henry Zhang was overjoyed: "I didn't expect that the third-level corpse king would be easier to deal with than the green gold bull."

However, when Henry Zhang carefully observed the abdomen of this third-level corpse king, he found something strange.

It seemed that the third-level corpse king's abdomen had been cut open by sharp claws, and the bones inside were clearly visible.

"This third-level corpse king seems to have been seriously injured." Henry Zhang immediately understood.

He shouted: "Old greasy senior, draw your sword!"

The old oily man was stunned at this moment: "What? He asked me to draw the sword? Is that right?"

It is true that he can kill a half-step third-level monster with one sword.

But it is a half-step third-level monster after all, and it is still in the second-level category.

The one chasing behind is a third-level corpse king, which is dozens of times stronger than a half-step third-level monster.

However, since Zhang Xuan asked him to use the sword, he must have his plan.

"No matter what, the sword spirit possesses me!"

The old oily head roared, turned around, and stabbed with the magic sword in his hand.

The power of the magic sword continued to increase.

Low-grade magic weapon.

Middle-grade magic weapon.

High-grade magic weapon.

Low-grade spiritual weapon.

...

Until the broken magic sword in the old oily head's hand turned into a magic weapon-level sword.

This sword almost split the entire corpse king pool in half.

The surrounding blood and qi mixed and turned into a hurricane.

The third-level corpse king saw the man rushing in front of him, and was first startled, and then vomited the corpse king bead from his stomach.

A large amount of blood and qi surrounded the corpse king bead.

The Corpse King Pearl emitted a brilliant light and turned into a bloody hand, which was red and directly pressed down towards the sword.

The vast Corpse King Pool was all covered by this bloody hand.

The sword in the old oily head's hand was still powerful, simple and gloomy, and stabbed towards the bloody hand that covered the sky.

"Zizi..."

The sword light flickered under the bloody hand.

The Corpse King Pool began to collapse.

The door began to collapse.

The old oily head's gray hair fluttered in the wind.

The man was like his sword, moving forward without hesitation.

At this time, dozens of cultivators from the Zombie Gate came.

An old man holding a magic weapon-level sword stabbed at the bloody hand.

"With such a strong power, what is the cultivation level of this old man?"

"He... He looks like he is only at the first level of Qi Refining."

"How is it possible? An old man at the first level of Qi Refining can exert such a great power. I think he is not weaker than the White Zombie Ancestor."

"Golden Core cultivator? How did he get in?"