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The Confucian Temple has unpredictable dangers. With this thing, I can feel at ease.

"This……"

Unexpectedly, this son gave them such a precious thing without the slightest hesitation. Xing and Sword Master Meng glanced at each other and clenched their fists at the same time.

If you have a son like this, what more can you ask for!

Where is Zhao Ya in the first thousand 720 chapters nine?

Knowing the filial piety of the other party, they couldn't refuse, so the two took the blood.

The seemingly small amount of blood fell on the palms, but it made them sink and almost fell down.

Reaching the level of the ancient sage, not only blood, but also a hair is heavier than Mount Tai. If it is not for the improvement of cultivation base and reaching the peak of immortality, it may not be able to lift it.

"Hurry up and refine it!"

Zhang Xuan smiled slightly.

"Ok!"

Not much to say, the two sat down cross-legged, their spirits moved, and the blood slowly flew towards the dantian.

After some time, I opened my eyes.

"Success?"

Zhang Xuan was puzzled.

"How could the blood of the ancient sage be refined so quickly? We just put it in the dantian, so that it can be flushed with true qi every day. Over time, the true qi will also be contaminated with aura, which is very important for cultivation. Big effect!"

Happy Sword Saint laughed.

If this level of holy blood was so easy to refine, it wouldn't make countless people covet it.

Without years or decades of hard work, it is impossible to complete.

Therefore, they put the blood into the dantian, continuously wash away their true qi, and use water to grind their kung fu... After a long time, they will naturally integrate with themselves and exert special effects.

"En!" Zhang Xuan suddenly said: "I will try too!"

After speaking, sit on the ground, point your finger, and a drop of blood enters the body.

Whoops!

The blood entered his body and merged with his body in the blink of an eye. Not only did he not resist at all, but it gave people a sense of joy and return to the mother's body.

"This……"

I was stunned for a moment, my heart was shocked, and I was full of confusion: "Is this refining?"

Entering the body, it immediately merged with his blood completely, and no longer separated from each other...

Didn't you say it was difficult?

How is it so easy?

"Refining?"

Seeing that his son had absorbed the blood, he quickly raised his head, Xing Jiansheng looked over suspiciously.

"Yes!" Zhang Xuan talked about the situation of the blood entering the body.

"I understand!" Xing Jiansheng said: "20 years ago, the ancestor was seriously injured and needed blood to extend his life. At that time, only your blood was pure enough, so... part of his blood was your blood!"

"Mine?" Zhang Xuan twitched his face.

The ancestor's own blood is flowing in his body... Why do you feel that these words are so weird?

"Although the blood is only used to restore life, after the physical transformation of the ancestors, it has completely changed, and its power is extremely strong! Now that it returns, it is equivalent to returning to the original source. Naturally, it is easier to refine than us..."

Happy Sword Saint laughed.

"I see……"

Zhang Xuan nodded, no longer entangled, carefully felt the blood of the Old Sage, and after it was completely fused with his own blood, there was a sense of vitality in the body.

It seems that a broken arm can also grow a new one, and there is no need to worry about injury.

However, this force does not exist all the time, but is limited in number.

Among the elixirs, there is a intermittent elixir, which can also allow people to renew their limbs, but no matter the effect or power, it is much worse than this.

This broken body can be restored, and even the head can be regenerated, but the limbs can be restored at most. If the head is really beheaded, it will also die.

"I can give Ruoxi a drop..."

Putting the remaining two drops into the ring, Zhang Xuan smiled slightly.

Naturally, such a good thing cannot be enjoyed alone.

"The blood of the ancient sages of the Foreign Spirit Race, look for an opportunity to try again..."

His true energy can pretend to be a Foreign Spirit Race member, maybe these few drops of the blood of the ancient sage are also useful, but... now that there are so many famous masters, it is not the time for experimentation, so we can only talk about it later.

"By the way, you said earlier that with the news of Zhao Ya, where is Zhao Ya?"

He stood up and looked at his parents again.

Just now, the other party just wanted to talk about Zhao Ya's matter, and the lower part came to challenge, and there was no time to go into details. At this moment, the Foreign Spirit Race people are all dealing with it, so I just asked about it.

"There are four attics here. We are in the warm spring, the foreign spirits are in the hot summer, and a group of holy beasts are piled up in the cool autumn. And the last cold winter is a group of guys with unknown origins. Before you came, I felt a little cold breath, I couldn't help but take a look, you, the student, seem to be among them!"

Dream Sword Saint Way.

She is more careful in doing things, especially about her son, she has always been careful, even though the trace of breath is very weak, she was caught and attracted attention.

"She's in...the Winter Tower?"

Standing up, Zhang Xuan took a few steps to the window and looked over.

The four pavilions echo each other, spring to autumn, summer to winter.

His position was just covered by other buildings, so he couldn't see the specific situation in Donghan Building.

"I also glanced at it casually, and it feels a bit like it. I don't know if it is true!" Dream Sword Saint said.

"Go and see it and you'll know!"