Xuanyuan Qi worked hard to get this drop of blood, but now it belongs to him.

Although Liang Yan was in a turbulent mood, he quickly suppressed the excitement in his heart and began to slowly refine the drop of blood essence in his body.

Time passed day by day, spring passed and autumn came, and three years passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past three years, Lao Jin has been guarding the entrance of the valley, and the entire valley has been very quiet.

Since there is very little communication between Wushuang City and Xuanyuan City, few monks pass through Mangdang Mountain. Occasionally, a few little demons take a fancy to this valley and want to come in, but Lao Jin manages to keep them out.

One of the great demons in the Golden Core Realm was alarmed and wanted to come here to investigate the situation. Lao Jin didn't show up, but just cast a spell to blow up a strong wind, trapping the demon for ten days.

The big demon knew that there was an expert in the valley, so he didn't dare to make any mistakes. He kowtowed respectfully on the spot a few times, and after Lao Jin released his magical power, he hurriedly ran away.

On this day, a golden light suddenly burst out in the originally peaceful valley.

All the beasts in the mountain have become spiritual, and some have reached the strength of the human race's foundation-building stage, but at this time, without exception, they are all lying on the ground, not even daring to move.

The next moment, the golden light exploded, and the shadow of a celestial dragon was faintly visible. The roar of the dragon resounded throughout the mountain.

The spiritual energy of the entire valley surged crazily and converged towards the center, eventually forming a huge whirlpool.

Boom!

There was another loud noise, the valley split open, the vortex dissipated, and a figure slowly walked out of the golden light.

This man has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and is tall. Although he looks young, his gestures and gestures actually exude a domineering aura that only an emperor can have.

brush!

In mid-air, a green light flashed across.

I saw this person holding a sword hand and holding out a natal flying sword. The sword light roared, but instead of slashing towards others, it slashed towards his own right shoulder!

If you use a flying sword to kill yourself, I'm afraid he will be the first among sword cultivators!

The next moment, the sword light fell, and the right half of the man's body was cut off at shoulder level. Blood spilled out, the skin and flesh rolled around, and the white bones were exposed.

Powerful sword energy! Crazy sword intention!

Logically speaking, if a monk is hit by this sword, even a monk who has overcome a calamity will feel hatred on the spot.

As for those with higher cultivation levels, even if they do not die, their aura will inevitably weaken and their combat power will decrease. It will take at least half a year to recover from their injuries.

However, the man in front of him had his left hand behind his back and his expression was calm.

The next moment, blood gushed out from his wounds, golden light spread, and new bones and flesh appeared on his body. In just half a cup of tea, the severed body was intact as before, and even the aura on his body returned to its prime.

, looks as if he has never been injured!

"The immortal dragon is pretty good!"

The man in gray clothes smiled.

Thanks to: book friend 20190303175452254 for the 1500 point reward!
Chapter completed!