Holy-lighted War God

After giving the Demon Suppressing Coffin to Ling Yun, perhaps because Ling'er had sent a sound transmission to the old man, or perhaps because there was nothing more to pass on, the three of them had already obtained the most precious inheritance, and the old man did not give Ling Yun anything.

And after obtaining the Demon Suppressing Coffin, Ling Yun was already very satisfied, so he naturally would not shamelessly ask for other inheritances.

"Senior …" Qin Feng stared eagerly at the old man. He had obtained nothing at all.

The old man smiled and shook his head. He didn't say anything as he looked at the fire dragon on the altar.

At this moment, the fire dragon's aura was already faintly discernible. It was suffused with an aura of death, and it was not far from collapsing to the ground.

Seeing the old man look over, the fire dragon struggled to stand up. It shook its head in disappointment as it stared at Qin Feng, "What a pity that it isn't fire attributed spiritual energy."

Then, he looked towards Ling'er and Ling Yun and sighed.

Shaking its huge head, the Fire Dragon looked up at the sky as if recalling its past. After a long time, it said softly, "Who asked me to end the Karma?"

As it spoke, it swiped its claws through the air. Finally, a crimson cauldron with Dao patterns outlining it appeared in the air as if it were real.

It landed in front of it without a sound. One could see that the body of the cauldron was engraved with complex, ancient magical symbols.

The Fire Dragon opened its mouth wide, and three fist-sized drops of crimson blood flew out like fireballs. The faint sound of a dragon's roar emitted from the drops of blood; these were its blood essences.

The blood essence flew into the cauldron, and then it stretched out a huge dragon claw, slicing open the surface of the cauldron. Crimson dragon blood that contained a massive amount of pure energy flowed out like a river.

Very soon, more than half of the dragon blood within the cauldron had already been filled up. The muffled sound of thunder could be heard.

The fire dragon glanced at Qin Feng and laughed mischievously. The dragon claw grabbed through the air and Qin Feng involuntarily flew towards him. Qin Feng's claw thrust into the dragon blood that was more than half filled with cauldrons.

"Ah!"

A miserable scream sounded out. Qin Feng felt that the dragon blood was like flames, wanting to burn him to ashes and rush into his limbs and bones …

However, he was soon pressed into the dragon blood by the fire dragon. The crimson flaming dragon blood submerged him, and with a 'bang', the cauldron was sealed. Even the sound of it could not escape.

"Dragon Blood Body Tempering Art!" Lingyun blinked, his face was full of envy. This was a genuine True Dragon, dragon blood was incomparably precious and hard to find, a great opportunity ah!

Even he was getting restless as he dragged Qin Feng out and walked in. The dragon blood was one of the best treasures for Foundation Establishment.

Dragon blood was hard to find, but true dragon blood was even harder to come by. By dragon blood was often referred to as sub-dragon blood.

"Kid, do you envy me?" The fire dragon looked at Ling Yun and laughed, then shook its head, "Unfortunately, to you, this is no different from suicide."

"Why?" Lingyun knew that it should be related to his bloodline, so he quickly asked.

"You will know in the future." The Fire Dragon shook its head.

Tempering the body with dragon blood wasn't something that could be done in a short period of time. At the same time, one had to endure endless pain.

Time passed by slowly. Soon, six hours had passed unknowingly. In the crimson cauldron, the dragon blood bubbled and the sounds from within were much quieter. It was likely that Qin Feng knew that this was an opportunity he could never hope for.

Although there weren't any major movements, everyone could feel a surge of power slowly rising.