I have been experimenting with medicine in the Palace of Longevity for 30 years

Chapter 452
"Nan Ming Li Huo?"

In the endless wave of blood, the blood demon Taoist uttered a scream, and hurriedly retreated.

He couldn't be more clear about He Ping'an's methods. This Nanming Lihuo is also He Ping'an's trump card.

But he couldn't figure out why He Pingan hadn't used it before.

But soon, he realized that the power of Nanming Lihuo was not as great as he thought.

Although his own sea of ​​blood was ignited, the waves of blood behind the sea of ​​blood quickly extinguished the flames.

"Hahaha, it turns out it's just a show!"

The blood demon Taoist laughed out loud, and once again manipulated the blood wave to rush towards Nan Minglihuo who was standing in front of him.

But within ten breaths, the extremely powerful Nanming Lihuo was extinguished by the most filthy blood in the world.

But what he didn't know was that He Pingan couldn't tell because He Pingan was suffering. Nanming Lihuo was indeed much stronger than what he showed now. fire poison.

The rest of the essence was collected in the body, and the golden flame of the Great Sun was refined with all its strength.

Moreover, the Nanming Lihuo in his body could not be released, otherwise, once the golden flame of the big sun erupted in his body, he would directly burn himself to ashes.

So the Nanming Lihuo that can be separated now is less than one-tenth.

Naturally, it couldn't resist the invasion of the sea of ​​blood.

However, He Pingan estimated that even before refining the Great Sun Golden Flame, his own Nanming Lihuo was in full bloom, and he could not compete with the blood demon Taoist master who is now soaring in strength and has the increase in the blood sea formation.

Of course, if he successfully refined the Great Sun Golden Flame, the Blood Demon Dao Master would naturally not be his match against Nanming Lihuo, and even this blood sea formation would all become Nanming Lihuo's nourishment.

However, it was precisely because of Nanming Lihuo's uncharacteristic performance that the Blood Demon Daoist became more careful. He was worried about He Pingan, and he still had backup. After all, according to his estimation, Nanming Lihuo should not be so weak.

In this way, the erosion of the blood sea slowed down a bit, and instead gave He Pingan a chance to breathe.

But no matter how slow the speed is, it will eventually come to an end.

In the end, the sea of ​​blood still carried endless waves of blood, covering He Ping'an's body in all directions.

"Hahahaha. Dagan's relic, finally belongs to me!"

Looking at He Pingan, who was wrapped in a boundless sea of ​​blood, the blood demon Taoist master finally let go of his worries, and laughed excitedly.

Under the pressure of the boundless sea of ​​blood, there is no possibility of survival.

In the next breath, He Pingan will be completely submerged in the sea of ​​blood.

In the last pill furnace, the nine pills finally took shape slowly.

"Swish"

Just as the sea of ​​blood rushed towards him, He Pingan stretched out his palm like lightning, directly penetrated the burning pill furnace, and grabbed the nine pills into his hands.

Without the alchemy furnace refining, the light of these nine pills also dissipated, and the surface became dull and dull, obviously becoming nine waste pills.

Immediately, a billowing wave of blood came over the sky and covered the sky, directly submerging He Pingan.

Bajiu Xuangong sensed that He Ping'an was threatened with his life, and the golden light of the body protection was automatically activated, but facing such a powerful sea of ​​blood, it was like a faint golden candle in the dark night, which was about to go out.

"He Pingan, you can go at ease!"

The blood demon Taoist master looked at He Pingan, who was sinking in the sea of ​​blood, and a trace of complicated emotions flashed in his eyes. Apart from the excitement of getting the secret treasure, there seemed to be a trace of reluctance and other strange emotions.

In the boundless sea of ​​blood, the golden light became weaker and weaker, but He Pingan seemed to have fallen into a coma.

Following a wave of blood, He Ping'an's body sank to the bottom of the sea of ​​blood, and the golden light surrounding his body was completely extinguished.

Countless scarlet blood water has long been hungry and thirsty, let out bursts of crazy roars, drilled through various gaps in He Ping'an's body, trying to pollute and control his body, refining him into a clone of the blood demon Taoist master.

Just when the blood had already controlled He Ping'an's physical body and was about to control He Ping'an's sea of ​​consciousness, he inadvertently activated the alchemy.

The divine refining technique automatically operated, activating all the spiritual consciousness in his sea of ​​consciousness, and cut off the blood demon master's control over the blood water invading his body when there was no time to spare.

"what!"

The sequelae of forcibly performing the alchemy technique again were also obvious. He Pingan's physical body couldn't stop shaking, and the severe pain in his brain woke him up from his coma, and he let out a heart-piercing cry of pain.

The situation was already so dangerous that He Pingan put all the nine discarded pills in his hand into his mouth before he had time to think about it.

The strong sense of trance almost took He Pingan away on the spot. Fortunately, after many trials of medicine, his will was already as hard as steel, and he still suppressed the impulse in his heart, and firmly stabilized his soul in the sea of ​​consciousness. middle.

And as the alchemy lost its effectiveness, all the blood rushed in again, controlling most of He Ping'an's body in an instant.

"Hahaha"

A ray of consciousness of the blood demon Taoist master invaded his body along the blood, wandered wantonly in his body, and soon came out of the sea of ​​consciousness again.

This time, without the obstruction of the alchemy, he will completely occupy this place and refine He Pingan into a puppet clone.

And the secret treasure of Dagan, which is said to monopolize one-fifth of the luck of the human race in the world, will completely become his treasure.

At this moment, the blood demon Taoist master seemed to have seen that after he devoured He Pingan, he had reached the realm of the demon ancestor in just ten years.

Occupying Daxuan, enslaving the human race, capturing Beimang, devouring the witch gods, and finally devouring the demon race in the world. When the demon emperor wakes up, this world has already become the world of demon race.

At that time, even if the Demon Emperor wakes up, there is nothing to be afraid of.
And the Demon Race will also become the head of all races.

As the leader of the demon clan, I will also become the only king in this world!

Just as he was thinking wildly, he seemed to hear ravings in his ears.

At first, I couldn't hear it clearly.

Later, the voice began to gradually become clearer.

"That year, I put my hands in my pockets and didn't know what an opponent was"

At first, I couldn't hear it clearly.

Later, the voice began to gradually become clearer.

"Who, who is there?"

The blood demon Taoist quickly locked the source of the sound, which came from He Ping'an's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Fellow Daoist Blood Demon, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

At this moment, in He Ping'an's sea of ​​consciousness, a phantom with his hands in his pockets, a purple gold gourd floating and spinning around him, slowly walked out of the shadow.

"I don't know who it is, it turns out to be your lingering soul!"

The Blood Demon Taoist took a closer look, and saw that this phantom was handsome and unrestrained, and it was He Ping'an's soul.

"Now that you have been occupied by me, the sea of ​​consciousness will belong to this seat sooner or later. If you have a sense of consciousness, you will take the initiative to step forward and become one with this seat."

"Perhaps after I get the great secret treasure, I will be in a better mood, and I will be able to reincarnate you."

The blood demon Taoist stared at He Ping'an's soul, and said generously.

At this time, he had basically controlled He Pingan's physical body, and he didn't take He Pingan's weak soul without the support of spiritual consciousness at all.

And he was still as cautious as ever, knowing that He Ping'an hid someone's book, but he didn't show his real body. Even if this wisp of spiritual consciousness was collected by a human book, it would not affect the overall situation at all.

Moreover, with He Pingan's current state, it is still unknown whether he can motivate people to write.

On the contrary, the gourd in his hand looked a little strange, as if he had never seen it before.

"Great Secret Treasure?"

A hint of doubt appeared on He Ping'an's face, and he said immediately: "Since the poor Taoist will be devoured by the fellow Taoist sooner or later, when he is dying, can the fellow Taoist clear up the confusion for the poor Taoist, what is this secret treasure?"

(End of this chapter)