The Good Fortune Training System of Shrouding the Sky

Jiang Qiancheng, located in the center of the vase, is like a worm wrapped in resin. No matter how he struggles, he can only wander in place in the end.

"Day Aquarius Refining!"

Murong Chuan's handprints changed, and the light of the phantom vase changed accordingly, turning into emerald green, as if gestating endless vitality.

But it was this tender green full of endless vitality that made Jiang Qiancheng scream like a pig being killed, as if this tender green was not vitality but poison.

Jiang Qiancheng struggled and howled miserably, his clothes and flesh and blood gradually dissolved, even if he turned into a set of bones, he was still sane.

"Murong Chuan, you useless, despicable villain, you have the guts to kill me with one blow...

Cough, cough, it hurts, it hurts, I was wrong, I shouldn't be your enemy, please kill me, please kill me. "

Jiang Qiancheng seemed to be insane, cursing frantically for a while, and begging desperately for a while.

It was also the first time for Murong Chuan to use this technique. He guessed that this technique must be very bloody, but he didn't expect it to be so terrifying.

After all, it is the art of grabbing blood, if it is not painful, there will be ghosts.

"I can't help it. If you and I switch positions, you will not let me go. Everything has a cause and effect, and you asked for everything."

Murong Chuan sighed softly, the seal in his hand changed again, Jiang Qiancheng howled ghostly again, and soon dissolved in the green water.

Even though Jiang Qiancheng dissolved his figure, instead of weakening his wailing, it became louder and louder.

It was as if he hadn't died at all, and his soul was still awake, enduring severe pain.

"The Heaven Swallowing Devil Art is indeed a devil art, the method of torturing people and the process of grabbing blood all reveal cruelty and evil.

This method of using living sacrifices to refine is exactly the same as refining the Rejuvenation Pill. "

Murong Chuan muttered to himself, and the seal in his hand changed again, and said in a low voice: "Aquarius of the Great Way, Condensation!"

The tender green phantom vase turned into a fiery red color again, and the inside of the vase spun wildly like a hurricane.

Jiang Qiancheng's miserable howling intensified again, and the heart-wrenching and miserable howling made Murong Chuan feel pity in his heart.

He couldn't imagine how much pain it would take to make such a miserable scream.

"Oh, stop screaming, I didn't mean it. Who knew that the ruthless emperor was not only ruthless to himself, but even more ruthless to the enemy."

Murong Chuan murmured unhappily, and changed the seal in his hand again, and said in a low voice, "Aquarius of the Great Way, Grab!"

The fiery red avenue bottle slowly rose into the sky, and the hurricane, which was already spinning rapidly, sped up its rotation again.

The entire vase lost its shape and turned into a whirling hurricane.

Jiang Qiancheng's miserable howl was raised by another octave, as if tormented, it had to accompany the whole process, otherwise the complete blood would not be captured.

Even if Jiang Qiancheng is a bad person and has done many bad things in his life, Murong Chuan feels very sorry for him now.

It's okay to turn into green water and howl miserably, but it's too miserable to be unable to die.

Being twisted into pieces by a fire tornado is bad enough, you still can't die, you have to bear the pain alive.

This time it was good, not only the fire tornado intensified, but the vase of the Great Way lost its shape and turned into a huge funnel.

Following the whirlwind, and after the high-pitched to the extreme, there was a weak howl, and drops of bright red blood fell down.

Jiang Qiancheng's own blood, as well as the blood that had been infused in large quantities, all turned into blood drops.

The true blood keeps accumulating drop by drop, and each drop contains a terrifying vitality and inexhaustible savage power.

It seems that this bloodline should not belong to humans, but more like the bloodline of ancient wild beasts.

With the accumulation of true blood drop by drop, the corners of Murong Chuan's mouth couldn't help but burst into joy, and the trace of unbearable that had just arisen also disappeared.

Listening to Jiang Qiancheng's wailing now is like listening to fairy music.

What a joke, every drop of true blood indicates that his blood has become stronger.

Jiang Qiancheng is a cow that produces milk. He has never heard of a dairy farmer milking a cow and feels distressed.

With the last drop of real blood dripping down, Jiang Qiancheng's miserable howling stopped abruptly, and the blood cells the size of longan began to deform.

The blood cell is like a deformed dough, growing a head and limbs, surrounded by silk ribbons made of blood, and blooming with endless power.

The pocket blood-colored version of the Qinglin Wild Lion bared its teeth and roared at Murong Chuan, in an extremely domineering posture that looked down on the world.

"Does Tyrant Blood have to be so tough? After being recited into powder and then purified, his divine form is still indelible."

While Murong Chuan was holding his chin and frowning, he curled up his fingers and knocked the mini wild lion off his back.

Qinglin Wild Lion stood up excitedly, and roared furiously at Murong Chuan again, showing no sign of timidity.

"Jiang Qiancheng is so fucking useless, what a waste, he has condensed the god form. He basically retained the spirit of the alien beast, and barely refined the god form with the soul of the beast.

I don't know what kind of method the Holy Cult of the Blood Prison used, not only to refine the soul to perfection, but also to seal the mad lion's spiritual wisdom.

It's all right now, it's been refined by the Daobao vase, and the seal and shackles are gone.

No one can subdue this tyrannical blood god with only sanity.

The young master has worked so hard for so long, and managed to get some real blood to replenish his bloodline. What the hell, he made a wedding dress for this little bastard. "

Murong Chuan was full of misery, and stretched out his hand to hold the Qinglin Mad Lion in his hand. With a little force on his palm, the Qinglin Mad Lion exploded, but it regrouped into shape after a while.

"Hey, this unlucky idiot, you don't have to worry about dying."

Murong Chuan sighed helplessly, and slowly sank his consciousness into the sea of ​​bitterness.

Tyrannical Blood Condensation God Form will take blood, and also take the soul of the alien beast, but the spirit of the alien beast cannot be the dominant one.

Cangtian Baxue is inherently miraculous, and the characteristic of immortality alone is enough to accomplish many accidents.

In order to arm Jiang Qiancheng, the Holy Cult of the Blood Prison did not activate his blood, and even used forbidden techniques to help him refine the god form.

It is because he is afraid that he will fall halfway. Once his blood is used to open the gate of the core palace, his value will not be that great.

After the seal is worn away, the soul of Qinglin Wild Lion will wake up, and it will devour Jiang Qiancheng's soul, thus becoming the pet of the elder of the Blood Prison Holy Cult.

The Qinglin Wild Lion was originally the pet of an elder of the Blood Prison Sacred Cult. The elder obtained the Qinglin Wild Lion egg from the ancient ruins and raised it with painstaking efforts. How could he kill it so easily.

Once the Qinglin Mad Lion wakes up and devours Jiang Qiancheng's soul, he will have a Qinglin Mad Lion with a dominant bloodline.

Although the Qinglin Wild Lion is very rare, it is not as powerful as the Heavenly Tyrant Blood.

Poor Jiang Qiancheng, he never thought of it until he died. He has always been a clown, a clown who will always be calculated by others.

The Holy Cult of the Blood Prison had a good plan, which not only ensured the overlord's blood to reach the core palace, but also ensured that everything was used to its full potential, but now Murong Chuan suffered.

The soul of the Qinglin Wild Lion is completely fused with the real blood, if you want to wipe out the soul of the Qinglin Wild Lion, you have to wipe out most of the real blood, there is no other way to choose.