"What does it mean? What's wrong with our ghost? It's better than you, ashes." Ghost Arm curled his lips.

He quickly explained, and Fusu Chen smiled and said, "Senior, don't get me wrong. I just said casually that I still have concerns in the world and will not die. Besides, as a person, I have always been lucky and will definitely not be able to do anything."

"Do you really want to give it a try?" After being shocked, the ghost boss looked at Fu Su Chen with a different look, and his smile became much more sincere.

"Um."

......

In the middle of the blood pool, the sound of a rumble was getting stronger and stronger, as if there was life. Fusu Chen's consciousness was involuntarily attracted by the sound, and his eyes could not stop looking in the direction where the sound was coming.

"What is that?" He did not step forward immediately, Fusu Chen frowned and murmured softly.

"That." The ghost boss smiled: "That's the Blood Elder."

"Elder?"

"Yes, do you think that there is no character like an elder in my blood pool!"

"No." Smile. Fusu Chen raised his eyebrows slightly when the ghost boss was not paying attention, thinking that he was the boss of the blood pool. Now it seems that the blood elder is even more powerful.

Just the ghosts around them became quieter and dared not speak as the boiling sound became louder and louder.

While he was thinking about it, the ghost boss knelt down respectfully in the face of the boiling blood pool. This scene shocked Fusu Chen, and all the ghosts knelt down. What a shocking scene, the Blood Elder, who was the sacred place, he suddenly became curious.

After thinking deeply, he did not kneel down. The blood elder did not know him, so there was no talk of kneeling down.

His eyes were staring at the Blood Pool, trying to see the Blood Elder's appearance, but the Blood Pool was just boiling and no ghosts came out. However, the ghosts around him were still kneeling respectfully, without any movement at all.

Before he saw the person, the fierce evil aura attacked Fusu Chen.

He clearly saw that the blood-colored evil aura was attacking him at an extremely fast speed. He was shocked and quickly circulated the spiritual aura in his body. Although he had reached the point of being familiar with it, he was still invaded by the evil aura.

His cheeks flushed instantly, his veins swelled up, and his eyes widened.

He changed a talisman with his hands and placed it on his chest, trying to remove the evil spirit, but was stopped by a sound.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

The moment the words came to the ground, a nearly transparent ghost slowly emerged in the middle of the blood pool that had been boiling for a long time. His voice was kind and his long beard was like an old man, and this old man was also a very friendly old man.

Perhaps his voice sounded very friendly, so Fusu Chen really put down his hands slowly and let his evil energy walk in his body. Of course, he also kept a mind and protected his spiritual energy. If this blood elder really wanted to hurt himself, he would not hurt the vital points.

Naturally, this subtle thought cannot be hidden from the Blood Elder. He just smiled slightly, said nothing, closed his eyes and carefully explored the boy's meridians.

The meridians were swollen and painful, Fusu Chen gritted his teeth, and cold sweat broke out from his forehead. He clenched his fists tightly to prevent himself from looking embarrassed, but his slightly trembling body already meant that he was feeling very uncomfortable.

There is no ghost talking. Everyone knows that although it is painful for the old man to do this, it may be a good thing for the young man. That evil spirit is a treasure that many people can't afford. Even the Blood Elder himself is a treasure, and now he is so easy to use on this young man.

If the Xuanyuan clan knew about this, they would be shocked to death.

But Fusu Chen would never know these things anyway.

The severe pain made him unable to adapt instantly, and the evil energy was strong and rushing around the meridians. If his meridians were not much stronger than ordinary people, he would probably have broken his tendons and veins at this moment.

Although it is not that serious, the punishment you should suffer is quite a bit. You can clearly feel the powerful evil spirit, and the meridians tremble constantly under its impact.

"Senior--" He blushed and his neck was thick, and he gritted his teeth and said word by word, "How long will it take?"

It is clear that the evil energy has already gone through all the meridians, but why hasn’t it disappeared? If this happens again, what if the meridians are really broken?

Surprised at the boy's powerful meridians, the Blood Elder glanced at him with a complicated expression, reached out to touch the beard, and murmured to himself: "It is really rare for a human to have such powerful meridians."

It’s rare that he doesn’t know. He knows the severe pain in his meridians at this moment!!!

"Senior! If you continue like this, your meridians will probably be broken!" Fu Su Chen said, trying to condense spiritual energy and force out the evil energy, but was stopped by the Blood Elder again.

The old man looked at him with a smile, very curious, "Boy, don't panic. This evil spirit knows the right measure and will not kill you. Let me take a good look at how tough your meridians can be!"

Withdrawing all the spiritual energy that Fusu Chen was about to gather, the old man's approach can be said to be strong.

Just a simple action made the boy feel unprecedented pressure. This feeling made him frown slightly, "Senior, don't rely on his seniority!"

He didn't want to joke about his meridians, even though this is a Blood Pool Cave, even though the old man has many ghosts to help, and even though his cultivation is low, he would definitely not allow it. He would be joked like this.

His expression was serious. When the old man saw this, he was not angry. Instead, he smiled: "If you can break my evil spirit by yourself, then I will help you practice and borrow spirits."

"So you're serious?"

"Take it seriously, I never lie."

Looking at the reactions of the ghosts around him, Fusu Chen believed his words, nodded, and a faint smile touched the corner of his mouth, but he was serious: "Okay, then let the elder keep his word."

He knew that the evil spirit was very powerful, but so what, what he was most afraid of was such a powerful thing. From a young man who knew nothing, he now had the seventh level of spirit hunting. Although his spiritual energy practice was not as steady as others, the spiritual energy in his body was richer than anyone else. Cultivation would not be obtained in vain.

After that whole month of cultivation, the powerful aura of all things in the body is not comparable to this evil aura.

Moreover, the energy of all things transforms all the purest spiritual energy around them, and the meridians in the whole body are constantly broken and repairing at that time. So now, although he is not clear about this evil energy, he also knows that there will not be much damage. As long as it can be refined, it will not be a problem.

"No one can help, just watch it." The Blood Elder said with a smile, and walked to the side and stood happily. Those who didn't know thought that Fusu Chen would have any great benefits for him to do this.

"Elder, can you let this kid refine his evil spirit?" Ghost Armor was unhappy.

The evil spirit is so precious. This is a rare treasure. Just a kid is refining it. They!!! Very unhappy!

There are tens of thousands of years in this blood pool. I also know how noble the Blood Elder's identity is. Naturally, I also know how precious the evil spirit is to him. Now I want to give this kid, all their ghosts, and I express my dissatisfaction.

"What? Otherwise, let you try it?"

The Blood Elder raised his eyebrows, and the ghost armor immediately cried and said, "Isn't this sarcastic me? If the ghost could be refined, we would have robbed it long ago." Why is it cheaper for this kid? However, it doesn't mean it can't be used. If these evil auras can be assisted in cultivation, it will be a natural guarantee.

The spiritual energy cultivated will be stronger than usual!

"Since you can't refine it, don't talk nonsense." The Blood Elder had long been used to the reaction of this guy, and had always coveted his evil spirit and had never given it.

"Boy, let's start."

After all the ghosts were dozens of meters away from Fusu Chen, the Blood Elder looked at Fusu Chen and spread his hands.

In an instant, he gathered spiritual energy, wandered around the meridians in his body, slowly immersed in, closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and stood with his hands on his chest, light but with a sharp cyclone, surrounding him, protecting him in a safe situation.

Such behavior is entirely conditioned reflex. During those countless practices, the spiritual energy in the body has long been protecting him during the practice and preventing the outside world from interfering with him.

Can!

The Blood Elder touched his beard and nodded, his eyes full of satisfaction.

"Elder, this kid is pretty good-minded."

The person who was considered the ghost boss by Fusu Chen appeared beside the Blood Elder and said with a smile that he was really satisfied with Fusu Chen. It was rare to have such a good character.

"Where did you see it?" Elder Blood shook his head, "Did you stay here for too long, and you feel good in your heart?"

"It's naturally a bit worse than those people, but it's still pretty good in the supreme state."

The ghost boss naturally knows what the Blood Elder means, but if you haven’t seen anyone for many years, you will naturally have a little... Cough cough, I think it’s good.

The Blood Elder stared at the young man who calmed his heart and refined evil spirits, and a complicated emotion flashed through his eyes and said, "The meridians can be hard and soft, and people can advance or retreat. They are indeed rare talents. Unfortunately, only one-third of the tendons and veins are destined to not go much far."

"One-third!" exclaimed, and the ghost boss placed his eyes on the young man sitting cross-legged on the ground. "One-third of the tendons and veins are incomplete cultivators!"

Such meridians are extremely painful for practice and cannot go far.

A small number of people in the supreme realm are also incomplete practitioners. Each of them is piled up with pills, and there are also strong people. However, the premise is that there must be a family that can continuously provide pills.

This young man was entombed in the curse forest and came here, he thought he would not be a child from a big family.

"But what's amazing is that the boy's meridians are the most incomplete practitioners I have encountered..." After a pause, the Blood Elder looked at the boy, sighed, and continued: "It's the softest, the evil spirit has wandered all around, but it has not hurt at all."

(To be continued)
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