The No. 1 Sword Cultivator in History [Transmigration Book]

"It's good that you didn't catch the wrong one!" Qingliu Dalang urged Mingxi with a sigh of relief. "Hurry up!"

Ming Xi said, "Bring a bowl. Then take three drops of each of your three bloods and mix them together."

"Only three drops of blood? If I knew it earlier, wouldn't it be over if I took it on the spot?" Dalang Qingliu asked puzzled.

He spoke lightly, but the two princes of the Li family on the ground were taken aback, turned over and got up from the ground.

"You, what are you going to do?"

The young little prince was obviously frightened, with a tight little face, he forced himself to be calm and said: "I am the third son of the current emperor, and I have been conferred the title of King Jin. You are so bold and reckless, you must... Consider the consequences!"

Qingliu Dalang snorted coldly.Ignore him.

Wei Wangtai narrowed his eyes. "You are such a brave dog! I know that you are a bald donkey who has no good intentions. Why do you dare to take an orphan..."

"Noisy!"

As soon as Qingliu Dalang raised his hand, he slapped Wei Wangtai's fan directly across the face.

"I've been patient for a long time!" He coldly kicked Wei Wangtai to the ground, with his toes on his chest, until his ribs creaked. "You should be more stable! Otherwise, I will really kill you!"

Immediately with a flick of his sleeves, Wei Wangtai fainted instantly, lying straight on the ground, his belly bounced twice, and then he stopped moving.

"Second brother!"

Jin Wang Li Zhi hurriedly staggered forward, hugging Qingliu Dalang's boots with both hands.

Qingliu Dalang frowned. "How can you be so stupid!"

Li Zhi raised his face and said with an apologetic smile: "What the god said is true! My elder brother and second elder brother have always called me stupid since I was young, maybe I am really stupid."

After he finished speaking, he hurriedly said: "Second brother is straightforward, and I hope the gods will show mercy!"

Qingliu Dalang frowned, and shouted: "Troublesome!"

Immediately, he lifted his sleeves, making Li Zhi faint.

"Where do you want to get blood from?" He turned around and asked Mingxi.

Ming Xi opened his mouth wide, looked at him in a daze with surprise on his face, and seemed to have just recovered after hearing this, and hurriedly said: "Three drops of blood from my heart."

Qingliu Dalang looked up and down the two Li Tang princes who had passed out, especially Li Zhi, who looked at them for a long time, as if he disliked the fact that the weight was too small to draw blood.Having seen enough, he took out a scale that looked like gold and jade from his bosom.The scales are dark black, and there is a faint cold light under the candle.

Holding the scales in his hand, he cut open the clothes of the two and took three drops of blood each.Then it was placed on his own chest naturally, with a light stabbing sound.

"The gods don't have to be like this..."

Before Mingxi finished chanting, the sound of the scales entering the flesh came, and three drops of black dragon blood were stained from the scales.Three puff puffs, blood dripped into the bowl, and a cloud of mist rose instantly.

"...The gods don't have to be like this, no matter where the real dragon's blood can be taken." Mingxi said with a look of regret. "Right now, I am afraid that the true god will lose more than 300 years of cultivation for nothing."

"It's okay. Wouldn't it be better to have blood on your heart?" Qingliu Dalang waved his hands, and then looked at Mingxi expectantly.

The old monk Mingxi could only say: "...Of course it's better!"

"That's it!" After Qingliu Dalang finished speaking, he happily held the bowl and sent it to Mingxi.His face, which was originally white, was now almost the same color as the white window paper under the candlelight.

"It's just a pity in the end! After losing these three drops of heart and soul, I'm afraid I can barely change into the original body again. After that, it will last as long as 300 years, and within a short period of [-] years, I will not be able to change into..."

Mingxi deliberately swallowed the word "dragon" into his mouth.

Qingliu Dalang's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly, "Just once, just take the baby out of this small world. Let's talk about the future."

He doesn't seem to care.

Mingxi's heart was shocked, and he raised his eyes to look at him carefully.

Qingliu Dalang didn't notice it, he just stared at the bowl of blood.After the black dragon's blood was mixed with the red blood of humans, it turned into a dark red with a faint luster. "How does this blood cast spells?"

"You can pour it directly into his mouth." Ming Xi said: "The little monk has our spiritual energy to protect his body, just swallow this bowl of blood, and it will take about half a month to recover."

"it is good!"

Qingliu Dalang lifted Lingran carefully, gurgling, and poured a bowl of blood into Lingran's mouth.

Her pale lips were stained with blood, Lingran looked as if she was dead.After the blood poured down, his chest heaved weakly a few times, and after taking a long breath, he slowly opened his eyes.

"you're awake?"

Aoyagi Dalang looked surprised.

Lingran only glanced at him, then tilted her head and fell back into a deep sleep.

After Lingran woke up, all the monsters in Dong'an Temple and the old monk Mingxi never mentioned how they rescued him last night.Qingliu Dalang crouched at his fingertips and turned into a sleeping black snake.

He didn't realize that he had been poisoned once, only that he was seriously injured and fell asleep all night.Seeing the quietness in the temple, he got up from the couch in surprise, and asked Mingxi leaning against the window with his eyes closed to rest.

"Why is it so quiet in the temple today?"

"Last night you came back with injuries, which alarmed Lao Song and the others. They have been running all night, and now they are a little tired."

Mingxi said calmly, and then coughed violently.The already old face became more and more decayed after a night.Frost and white infestation between the eyebrows, the breath is heavy and urgent.

"Old monk, why do you look..." Lingran hesitated for a while, then said, "It's not very good."

"It's about to die, it's old." Ming Xi raised his snow-white eyebrows, and smiled with difficulty: "I'm afraid it will only be a few days."

Ling Ran was shocked. "Why so fast? It was clear last time..."

He wanted to say that when Mingxi was rescued from the prison of Dali Temple last time, he clearly looked like he had a living head.Then his eyes fell on the half of Mingxi's body that had turned into a tree stump, and he couldn't speak the words behind him.

Lingran just felt sad.

"Cough cough! Cough!"

Mingxi coughed violently again, as if he was so choked that he couldn't even speak.

Lingran hurriedly got up and put on her shoes. "I'll go find some rice soup for you!"

That's what he said, but as soon as he walked out of the abode, he glanced back at the old monk Mingxi who was coughing and curled up into a ball at the door, his nose was sore for some reason, and tears almost fell from his eyes.

This world is too bitter!

That day after serving the old monk Mingxi to sleep, Lingran blew the wind for a long time by himself in the porch.

After a night of heavy rain, the sky over Dong'an Temple was covered with mist and mist.He stroked the black snake with his fingers, and said sadly: "Comrade Dalang, what do you think we are here for?"

The black snake tried to move, as if it wanted to respond to him, but only made a very weak "hiss", and then said nothing else.

Lingran lowered her eyes, and smiled lightly and emptyly.

Every ten breaths, a drop of last night's rain will slowly drip from the eaves.Lingran reached out to catch the rain from the eaves.After a long time, they gathered into a small Wang, condensed in the palm.

Looking at the Wang Yu in his palm, he thought of the sky-killing scene where the city lord was hesitating to speak in the extremely high-rise building in his dream, and also thought of the figure of his master and all his brothers stepping on the flying sword and leaving when the heaven was destroyed. I always feel vaguely like I touched something, but I can't believe it.

Or, he just doesn't want to believe it.