Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Zhang Yifeng has the ancient nirvana bow, Xiaobai, and now there are more spirit corpses and red spirits. To be honest, one hundred and eight divided cities, he didn't put it in his eyes. Who will be the city lord and die!

Only the existence of the city lord level in the main city can make him care.

Time passed, and three days later, Jueyuan came to the only me city, and Zhang Yifeng personally settled in Jueyuan.

After that, the days settled down.

All the cronies around Zhang Yifeng, including a hundred bandits, are working hard to improve their cultivation.

Half a month later, Zhang Yifeng's cultivation level, with the assistance of the Xiaoling Pill, was upgraded by another level and entered the fourth level of the Bigu period.

At this time, the cultivation base was consolidated, and he was going to continue taking the Little Spirit Pill to raise the cultivation base to the fifth level.

But he hasn't remembered any action yet. There was an abnormal movement from the Suppression Scroll placed in the storage ring. Then, a voice suddenly appeared in Zhang Yifeng's mind.

"Master, I'm hungry."

This voice was directly transmitted to his mind through the Suppression Scroll, and it was from the Red Spirit.

These days, Zhang Yifeng devoted himself to cultivating and completely forgot about this corpse.

"You are hungry?"

"Yes, Master, I'm so hungry, I feel weak. I want to drink blood. You promised to give me blood, but these days you don't care about others. Uuuuuu..."

In the Demon Suppression Space, Hong Ling's tearful eyes are really pitiful.

"Well, I thought the corpse would not be hungry, but just like to drink blood. Okay, I will let you out."

Zhang Yifeng is the first time to raise a corpse in captivity and has no experience.

Shaking his head, he thought, Hong Ling appeared in the room.

As soon as he came out, Hong Ling grabbed Zhang Yifeng's hand and said coquettishly.

"Master, Hong Ling is really hungry. If you are hungry for a long time, Hong Ling will go crazy."

Zhang Yifeng knew that when Hong Ling said madness, he meant killing people and drinking blood everywhere.

"Okay, I'll drink my blood for you right away, but before that, can you put on your clothes?"

From the moment he came out, Hong Ling had been naked, and every part of his body was as white as jade.

You must know that Hong Ling's beauty is not weaker than anyone.

If it weren’t for Zhang Yifeng’s firm will, he would really be afraid that his blood would boil for a while, and could not help but press the red spirit under him. Although the red spirit is a corpse, it is actually a human being, but it’s different from ordinary humans. The hands, feet and blood were cold. In addition, Hong Ling had an ominous aura that made people panic, so he was classified as a demon.

"Master, then if I put on my clothes, you will give me blood?"

Hong Ling looked at Zhang Yifeng aggrievedly, as if letting her wear clothes was wronging her.

Zhang Yifeng nodded helplessly, threw a set of clothes to Hong Ling, and gave it another Qiankun bag.

The Qiankun bag is similar to the storage ring. But the advantage of the Qiankun bag is that the corpse can also be used. Just reach in and grab it.

"I put all the clothes you can wear in it, and remember to wear clothes next time you come out."

Hong Ling put on his clothes and stared at Zhang Yifeng with naked-eyes: "Master, then I put on my clothes, I'm hungry."

Zhang Yifeng helplessly stretched out his right hand: "Come and drink, but you can relax, don't drink too much..."

Zhang Yifeng's many words have not yet been exported, Hong Ling's two tiger teeth have bitten through Zhang Yifeng's skin, and the blood is gurgling and being swallowed by Hong Ling.

After just a breath of effort, Zhang Yifeng felt his head dizzy, and quickly said, "Enough is enough. If you drink like this, I will be bloodied and killed."

This Nima, what is the blood sucking speed?

After just one breath, Zhang Yifeng felt his body hollowed out. Is Hong Ling's little mouth a black hole? The attraction is too big.

"Oh." Hong Ling uttered an oh, and then took advantage of the situation to swallow a few more mouthfuls, then quarreled with unfinished talent.

"The master's blood is really delicious. It is the best blood that Hong Ling has ever drunk since he can remember. There is no one. Every time he drinks his master's blood, Hong Ling can feel his body warm. By the way, your blood Very powerful, it seems there is a mysterious and grand power."

Zhang Yifeng just gave Hong Ling a white look and said: "Don't blow, I won't give you a few more sips again."

Hong Ling pouted: "Master, do you think I lied to you to drink blood by saying this, but what Hong Ling said is true."

"Well, I am a cultivator of Lingwu Shuang-Xiu, and the blood is naturally different from the people you started to suck."

Zhang Yifeng faintly explained. He didn't take Hong Ling's words too seriously.

"Is that so?" Hong Ling blinked his eyes, and then shook his head. "Anyway, Hong Ling will only drink the blood of his master in the future. Compared with your blood, the blood of other people is simply water."

"Okay, are you full? When you are full, go back to the Scroll of Demon Slayer."

"Master, can I not go back to the Slayer Scroll. The space inside the Slayer Scroll is dark. Can I just stay here? If you are busy with your affairs, I can just draw a quiet circle in the corner. "

Hong Ling is obviously still a child's xinxing, although the body is mature, the heart is like a child.

However, as the blood is swallowed, Hong Ling's mind will rapidly improve.

"not going back?"

Zhang Yifeng originally wanted to refuse, but after seeing Hong Ling's big shining eyes, he didn't say anything when he reached his throat. The look in his eyes was too pitiful.

"Okay, but you are not allowed to run around, let alone **** blood everywhere! Otherwise, I will take you into the Suppression Scroll for the first time, and I will never let you out again."

"Okay, Master."

Hong Ling grinned, and then she ran to the corner and squatted in the corner to draw circles. Zhang Yifeng suddenly felt a sense of guilt, feeling as if she had bullied Hong Ling.

Hong Ling's xinxing seemed to be a child of four or five years old.

Zhang Yifeng couldn't help but want to ask, would you like lollipops and dolls? But in the end, he still did not ask.

Shaking his head, Zhang Yifeng sat cross-legged and began to take Xiao Ling Dan.

Eight days ago, he raised the cultivation base of the third layer of the Bigu period to the fourth layer, and took 30 small spirit pills, which was more than twice the amount that he raised the cultivation base from the second to the third layer.

Zhang Yifeng's consumption seems to have always been stronger than that of ordinary cultivators. Even the further the cultivation base is, the more his consumption grows exponentially. Is this because of his dual cultivation of Lingwu?

According to this growth rate, from the fourth to the fifth level, it would cost 70 or 80 small spirit pills. From the fifth floor to the sixth floor, it is even more terrifying, requiring two hundred little spirit pills. The sixth floor whispered to the seventh floor, more than 500 pieces are needed!

For ordinary cultivators, six or seven hundred small spirit pills can be enough to raise the cultivation base to the ninth level, but for him, the number of six to seven hundred is far from enough. The farther to the back, the greater the consumption.

Fortunately, he is an alchemist, so if someone else can collect so many small spirit pills.

Alchemist is indeed the hottest existence in the world of cultivators.