As soon as Ling Yun approached, he felt as if he was staring at him with his eyes, which made him numb and sweat all over.

"Haha, three years have passed, and finally another idiot comes in and dies."

"My divine eyes Heavenly Lord has been here for five hundred years. With this divine eyes, I have to survive until now. Now I only have to refine the last body so that the divine eyes can reappear and reshape the true body."

"You little brother, do you have any last words? After I will be reborn, I will help you realize it."

A cold and desolate sound suddenly rang in the valley.

It's creepy.

Fortunately, Ling Yun was a Dragon Martial Emperor in his previous life, so he was not panicked.

"Just relying on your mere remnant soul, you want to refine this emperor?"

Ling Yun sneered.

The Emperor Dragon Sword was in his hand and slashed into the blood pool.

But just as the sword fell on the blood pool, the blood pool disappeared. The feeling was like an eye suddenly closed.

"Haha, little baby, I didn't expect you to be young, your tone and temper are not small."

"But... if I want to refine you, it will be difficult for you to fly."

The blood pool appeared again, and the blood qi suddenly spread out, turning into layers of smoke and lingering on Ling Yun's body. Then a stream of power surged into Ling Yun's body, trying to completely refine Ling Yun's body and soul.

"court death."

Ling Yun's face did not change his color.

The Batian Body Refining Art sticks to the physical body.

The Great Yan Divine Art holds the soul.

A trace of the ancestral dragon's energy surged out from the body, blocking the blood-colored mist.

Then.
Chapter completed!