Chapter 22 Target: Bloodline Dragon!

"finally come!"

His spiritual sense swept across the entire Caixia Mountain, and Yin Mo discovered him the moment Old Man Xu appeared.

Taking advantage of the night, Yin Mo's figure flashed and turned into a shadow and disappeared into the night.

After half a cup of tea, Yin Mo, dressed in white, arrived under a huge maple tree.

Old man Xu was leaning against the maple tree, waiting quietly.

Over the years, Old Man Xu has not neglected his cultivation, but his aptitude is limited and he is also old.

After reaching the eighth level of Qi training, there will be no further improvement.

"long time no see!"

Yin Mo looked at Old Man Xu, his lips slightly raised in a faint smile.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar Yin Mo, Old Man Xu handed over two storage bags and said, "Here!"

Although he had many doubts in his heart, he thought of the huge figure in his mind.

Old man Xu waved his sleeves lightly and left on the flying sword.

Holding two storage bags, Yin Mo returned to the cave.

His spiritual consciousness poured into the storage bag, and every item was placed in front of him.

Five books of basic exercises were neatly stacked and placed beside him.

Then there were several jade slips.

The spiritual consciousness poured into it, and what was recorded were some recipes of elixirs suitable for consumption during the Qi training period.

These were specially reserved for Han Li.

"Crash!"

Yin Mo pushed with his right hand, and a pile of crystal clear low-level spirit stones filled the stone table.

A quick glance revealed that there were at least five hundred of them.

In addition, there are two magical weapons.

A green flying sword and a snow-white jade pendant.

The flying sword is a top-level flying magic weapon, and the jade pendant is a defensive magic weapon.

These were all Yin Mo's special instructions.

A black object flew out from the storage bag, and what appeared before his eyes was a pitch-black spiritual tree that was more than two people tall.

This is black iron wood, the main material for making puppets.

I have cultivated the Dayan Jue to the second level, and it is time to try making a puppet.

After counting the items, Yin Mo stood up and walked out of the cave.

With a wave of his sleeves, a withered spiritual tree with roots ten feet long appeared in front of him.

This unknown spiritual tree is the most important.

As long as he could use spiritual liquid to ripen them, he would have countless blood spiritual fruits in the future.

Seven days later.

Yin Mo took out a drop of green liquid the size of a soybean and gently dripped it on the spirit tree.

"What kind of fruit tree is this?"

Looking at the inconspicuous spiritual tree in front of him, Han Li raised his eyebrows slightly, with a puzzled look on his face.

"I don't know its name, but its fruit is very useful to me!"

Yin Mo smiled slightly and looked at Han Li: "Have you memorized the complete Changchun Gong that I gave you?"

“I’ve memorized them all!”

Han Li nodded, a smile on his face: "It's much more complete than the one given by Master Mo, and it also contains quite a few spells!"

Yin Mo nodded: "Next, you can take these pills for your cultivation!"

As he spoke, Yin Mo handed over several bottles of pills.

Han Li's aptitude is poor. Without the help of elixirs, he will be just like in the original book.

It took four years to reach the third level of Qi training.

"Thank you, Mo Ge'er!"

After getting the pill, Han Li's face was full of joy. He quickly swallowed the pill and sat cross-legged to practice.

In the following days, Yin Mo dripped all the spiritual liquid onto the blood spirit tree.

It was not until three drops of green liquid that the originally withered and yellow blood spirit tree began to grow tender leaves again.

But as the green leaves continued to drip, the spiritual tree was unable to bear fruit.

"It seems that we still need the corpse of the bloodline dragon!"

Yin Mo touched his chin and murmured in a low voice: "Looks like I have to hunt down a blood-line dragon!"

As for the spiritual liquid, it can only be used to accumulate thousand-year-old spiritual herbs.

One drop of green liquid can make the spiritual grass grow more than a hundred years old. In other words, in two and a half months, a thousand-year-old spiritual grass can be accumulated.

When the time comes, let Old Man Xu come and get the spiritual herbs and give them to the Black Dragon to devour.

Down the Panlong River.

The pitch-black ink dragon opened its eyes, and a faint purple light flashed under the pitch-black water.

During this month, Mo Jiao was not idle either.

During this period, he encountered a blind level 4 ice-shell turtle and bit its hard shell into pieces with one bite.

But only got 1 evolution point.

[Evolution points: 4/100 (can evolve after reaching full evolution points)]

Looking at the four evolution points that had only been accumulated after such a long time, a trace of impatience flashed through Mo Jiao's heart.

Don’t think that things are calm now; you can practice in peace.

In thirty years, the demons will invade.

If it is still a mere level five or six monster at that time, it can only hide under the Panlong River.

Wait for the ancient teleportation array to open and sneak away.

Mo Jiao doesn't want to be so depressed.

"With thirty years, I have to become at least a level seven monster!"

Purple energy surged in the black dragon's eyes, and flashes of electricity appeared.

"Crash!"

The black dragon shook its long tail, and its entire body turned into a black shadow and arrived at the surface of the river in an instant.

A black boat waited on the river for several days.

A beautiful woman in black palace dress, wearing a black veil, stood in front of the deck, gazing at the river.

Her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, as if she was worried about something.

Suddenly, the beautiful woman's waist trembled slightly, her eyebrows relaxed, and her sleeves waved lightly.

A magical instrument that looked like a screen fell in front of him.

It turned into a black shadow and disappeared on the river in the blink of an eye.

As his spiritual consciousness surged, he found nothing unusual around him.

The black dragon broke out of the water and suddenly appeared in front of Ling.

"Lord True Dragon!"

A hint of joy flashed across Zi Ling's beautiful eyes, and she quickly bowed.

The black dragon growled and sent a telepathic message: "Have you found the spiritual grass and monster corpse I want?"

Zi Ling patted the storage bag on her waist with her right hand.

Then a wooden brocade box flew out.

"Level 4 monsters are really rare, but I bought two 500-year-old spiritual herbs!"

Even though they were dozens of feet apart, one could still smell the rich medicinal fragrance in the brocade box.

The black dragon opened its bloody mouth without any hesitation.

He swallowed it directly into his mouth along with the brocade box.

At the entrance to the elixir, the familiar system prompt sound rang again.

"Get 2 evolution point!"

[Evolution points: 6/100 (can evolve after reaching full evolution points)]

Hearing the system prompt sound coming from his ears, Mo Jiao shook his head helplessly.

I didn't expect that even a five hundred year old spiritual herb could only provide a few evolution points.

It seems that if you want to accumulate evolution points quickly, you have to rely on thousand-year-old spiritual herbs.

It’s just that the value of thousand-year-old spiritual herbs has increased and they are extremely rare.

It should be possible that only the auction at the Jindan stage level can be leaked.

Mo Jiao's eyes swept over Zi Ling. He raised his right hand and a ray of light flashed in the white jade ring.

A huge blood-lined dragon corpse appeared in front of Zi Ling: "You have to do business, but don't fall behind in your cultivation!"

In the eyes of outsiders, the strength of the foundation-building cultivator is already quite good, but in the eyes of Mo Jiao today.

Still too weak.

"It's Lord True Dragon!"

Hearing Mo Jiao's warning, Zi Ling was shocked and quickly replied: "I will practice hard and follow Master Zhenlong forever!"

The black dragon nodded slightly, and a wisp of black frost wrapped around its body, as if it had turned into a pool of ink.

Disappeared on the surface of the river.

(End of this chapter)