There is a piece of jade in my dantian

Chapter 65 Blood Puppet Art
The blood of gods and demons, in this ancient secret realm, there is actually a drop of blood essence of innate gods and demons.

But it has gone through endless water and moon, and Zhao Yun is obviously not the first person to visit this place.But only he could get this drop of divine and demonic essence and blood.As soon as this idea came to his mind, Zhao Yun looked at the sacred jade in his hand, and the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

"Thank you!" Zhao Yun whispered to Shenyu.

"Buzz!" Shenyu trembled a few times when she heard Zhao Yun's words, as if she was responding.

And the blood of the gods and demons suspended above the divine jade was now wrapped in a faint golden light.The golden rays of light turned into strands of silk threads, into strands of dense runes, as many as a hundred.Looking at these runes, Zhao Yun has the illusion of going deep into the core of the universe and watching the origin of the universe.
"Boom!"

Even with hundreds of seals at this time, Zhao Yun still felt as if his heart had been hit violently, and there was a feeling of oppression that he had never felt before.

"Whoosh!"

This drop of blood sank into Zhao Yun's chest and into his heart. A drop of blood, like an emperor, suppressed one side.

After being screened out by hundreds of seals, Zhao Yun was able to barely bear the aura emanating from the divine blood.Feeling the unprecedented strength of his heart, Zhao Yun showed a deep smile on his face.

"puff!"

The space lost its support, cracks appeared one after another, and it was about to perish. Zhao Yun didn't dare to hesitate.He flew up and passed through a barrier.

"boom!"

In the blink of an eye, the Palace of Gods and Demons turned into nothingness under Zhao Yun's gaze.

Walking out of the real secret realm, Zhao Yun bowed to the remains of the Martial Emperor sitting beside him.

After bearing the remains of Zhao Yun's three worships, it seemed that he knew that his mission was over, and his body turned into loess.

In the very center of the loess, there is a crystal clear orb, even after countless years, it still shines brightly.

The crystal clear orb flew around Zhao Yun, as if thinking about it, and finally landed firmly on Zhao Yun's open palm.

Divine thoughts covered the orb, and Zhao Yun got an introduction.

This is a half-step sacred artifact with the power to travel through space.If it weren't for Zhao Yun's immeasurable luck, this holy artifact might have escaped into the void at that moment.And as long as this space shuttle bead is refined, Zhao Yun can travel through the void with his physical body, which is a rare treasure that even martial saints would envy.

"good stuff."

There was a smirk on Zhao Yun's face.

Zhao Yun walked out of the palace, passed through the spirit fog, and saw Ye Qingyi and the two of them again.

"Congeal!"

With the orb of space, Zhao Yun formed an array with a thought, and moved the extremely dense spiritual mist into the orb.

As if the spirit mist entered a bottomless pit, it disappeared in a few seconds.The two people who were originally sitting cross-legged could not feel the fluctuation of spiritual energy, and slowly woke up from the trance.

Looking at these two people, a thought flashed in Zhao Yun's eyes.

This kind of puppet technique is a secret technique that Zhao Yun saw in the Gods and Demons.If it is to control subordinates, this secret technique is most suitable.A drop of spiritual blood into the body, this life is my disciple.Moreover, this puppet technique can also collect power from the puppet.

Moreover, with the power of Zhao Yun's blood, the power contained in a drop of blood can allow a peak martial artist to easily touch the barrier of the Martial Ancestor Realm.

When Zhao Yun thought of this, with a thought, he split the breath of the blood of the gods and demons into two, and merged it into his own blood.

Zhao Yun forced out these two drops of blood that exuded spiritual light. Ye Qingyi and Xue Bixiu were shocked when they saw the two drops of blood floating in the air.

How can this be?Can blood float in the air out of thin air?
With a wave of his hand, two drops of spiritual blood sank into the chests of the two of them.

"Closing your eyes and refining, this drop of blood can make you improve your cultivation and speed up your transcendence."

"Yeah!" Ye Qingyi was overjoyed when he heard this, with a thick smile on his pretty face.

And Xue Bixiu, who was at the side, felt the energy contained in that drop of blood, and his old eyes burst out with deep horror.

Looking at the two refining with their eyes closed, Zhao Yun smiled lightly.

For himself, Zhao Yun used the castrated version of the witchcraft. After this drop of blood is completely refined by them, not only will his cultivation base increase greatly, but women will love the caster more and more, while men will Loyalty, this is a spiritual hint.

Of course, relying on the abilities of the two of them, it is not known how long it will take to refine this drop of spiritual blood that contains the almost imperceptible aura of gods and demons.

Zhao Yun pressed his palms on the Baihui acupoints of the two, arousing the true essence and assisting in refining.

With Zhao Yun's assistance, this drop of spiritual blood was refined in just 10 minutes.

Looking at the two whose breath was soaring, Zhao Yun had a smile on his face.

"Yun, I feel like I have endless energy in my body." Ye Qingyi jumped up, hugged Zhao Yun's arm, and said arrogantly.

"Thank you, Uncle, for the kindness of rebuilding." Xue Bixiu looked at Zhao Yun with a smile on his old face, full of admiration that was not suppressed enough.

"Uncle Xue, you..." Ye Qingyi was patronizing himself just now, and now he looked at Xue Bixiu who was at the side again, with a deep surprise on his face.

In just 10 minutes of hard work, Xue Bixiu has already touched the threshold of the Wuzong Realm, and from time to time he exudes the aura that only a master of the Wuzong Realm can have.

In the entire Hongmen, only he and Miss are the closest people to my uncle, and now their cultivation has reached the level of a pseudo-martial sect.

Ye Qingyi on the other side is now also a master at the peak level of martial arts.

Looking at the expressions of the two people in front of him, Zhao Yun secretly smiled, seeing that this castrated version of the puppet technique worked well.

"Let's go." With a wave of Zhao Yun's hand, a faint yellow light rose, leading Ye Qingyi and the two into the ground, and appeared outside the stone gate in the next second.

"Your Excellency!" Duan Sande looked at Zhao Yun who suddenly appeared like a ghost, his eyes widened in fright, and he said tremblingly.

"Whoosh!"

Zhao Yun didn't say much, a drop of blood shot into Duan Sande's forehead like a dart.

"You watchdog, I accept it." This trip yielded a lot, and Zhao Yun fulfilled his promise.

"Thank you, Master, for taking me in." Duan Sande hesitated for a tenth of a second, then clasped his fists and said respectfully.

As expected of a Wuzong-level master, his adaptability is much stronger than Ye Qingyi's. He survived the impact of spiritual blood in a few seconds, and his aura is more vigorous, and he has reached the realm of Tianhua Wuzong.

At this moment, looking at the man in front of him who made him feel awed, he felt an indescribable sense of intimacy, as if meeting the closest person, with an irresistible dependence, and a feeling that if If you don't listen, you will die immediately.

Feeling the powerful aura that suddenly gushed out, Ye Qingyi and Xue Bixiu's expressions changed, but luckily it was only for a second.

Hey!
Behind Zhao Yun with a bunch of little tails, he walked out of this secret place.

(End of this chapter)