Chapter 481 Chapter 481

Chapter 481 Chapter 481

In the dry blood of the old man, a large amount of old flesh and blood was eroded, absorbed, and turned into nutrients for the new blood to transform and strengthen itself.

They split again and again, multiplying, and becoming denser and denser, quickly occupying all parts of Taoist Spirit Turtle's body.

A large number of aging and depleted organs began to shrink and become smaller.

Then the flesh and blood of the corrupted parts were absorbed and transformed into nutrients one after another, strengthening the drop of blood released by Zhang Rongfang.

After more than ten minutes.

The spirit turtle became even thinner.

But when he opened his eyes, the original darkness in his eyes turned completely bright. A kind of look that belongs to life, constantly flowing in its pupils.

"This is me!!?"

"Congratulations." Zhang Rongfang stood in front of him. "Truly stepped into the edge of the immortal way!"

From the beginning to the end, he witnessed with his own eyes how powerful a drop of blood is.

Although up to now, the drop of blood in the spirit turtle's body has been divided and diluted countless times, and the vitality contained in it is much, much less.

But it still has the characteristic of devouring flesh and blood to strengthen itself.

With the blood concentration of the spirit turtle, it probably won't have Ding Yu's terrifying resilience.

but enough

"I actually!?" The turtle stood up, and the legs that had shrunk just now returned to normal, but became thinner.

A strong desire for flesh and blood surged into his heart.

"Try to see how your body changes?" Zhang Rongfang observed the turtle with a scrutiny attitude.

The spirit turtle was both surprised and delighted. He could move his limbs freely. He had never felt as healthy as he is now.

It's just that the desire for blood is crazily rushing into his heart.

"Blood, I want to drink blood!?"

Salivating profusely, the clarity in the turtle's eyes gradually weakened.

Zhang Rongfang thought for a while, then suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm, jumped up, and left the Dao Palace in a blink of an eye.

He didn't stop, left Fushan City, and came to the nearby suburban woodland.

Soon, he caught a stray old wolf, pinched its neck, and threw it to the turtle.

The old man, who was just on the verge of death, immediately grabbed the wolf carcass with an unimaginable agility, opened his mouth, and attached himself to the wolf's throat to suck.

"Sure enough." Zhang Rongfang's heart sank.

The moment the other party started to suck blood, in the attribute column, the attributes of the spirit turtle had changed dramatically.

'Spirit Turtle Taoist—Hip value 12-82.

Trait talent: blood descendant (can quickly recover from injuries by sucking living blood, the more blood sucked, the closer the physical fitness is to the ancestor, the longer the lifespan). '

In Zhang Rongfang's field of vision, as the blood-sucking speed of the turtle accelerated, the lower limit of its health also began to increase rapidly.

In just a few seconds, it rose to thirty o'clock. Then the wolf carcass was sucked dry and thrown away at will.

‘Isn’t this a zombie or a vampire.? ’ Zhang Rongfang finally made up his mind.

Looking at the spirit turtle in front of him, his eyes were complicated and inexplicable.

With the emergence of the blood-born talent in the attribute column, he finally understood what the essence of his flesh and blood complement was.

He looked at his attribute bar again, following the clear understanding of the attributes of the spirit turtle.

His own attributes have also undergone slight changes.

The item of flesh and blood complements disappeared indistinctly, and became a new special talent.

'Blood ancestor (a mutated individual derived from the influence of the blood god, which can swallow the blood of external living creatures, recover from injuries, and strengthen itself. It can also develop additional blood to form a group.)'

In the column of traits and talents, the previous complement of flesh and blood has completely become the four words of blood ancestor.

Zhang Rongfang's heart was complicated and inexplicable.

At first, he was a little lucky, thinking that Ding Yu didn't show signs of blood sucking after being transformed.

But now it seems that it was not discovered before, and Ding Yu's blood concentration should be too high, and there are not many flesh and blood supplements, so it's okay.

But the spiritual turtle Taoist in front of him only got a drop of his own blood. If he wants to go further, he needs to make a lot of flesh and blood. Walking the old path he walked and this, isn't it the same virtue as a vampire zombie?

When Zhang Rongfang was full of worries, the old spirit turtle on the other side was obviously much younger, and the wrinkles on his face had also faded a lot.

Like a young man, he ran around in circles, jumped and climbed trees, feeling the changes in his body that gradually became stronger.

He shouted and laughed, with joy and excitement that he had never felt before! It vents the depression and fear of death that has been approaching step by step for decades.

"Try punching the tree trunk with all your strength." Zhang Rongfang said suddenly.

"Okay!" Taoist Spirit Turtle stopped, nodded, took a deep breath, picked up the half-baked Daoist Yue-shaped talisman, and slapped the side tree trunk hard.

Boom.

The trunk was sunken with a palm print, and the bark was broken and splashed.

This powerful power made Taoist Spirit Turtle stunned for a while.

"This!? This. Simply.!?" He didn't know how to describe his feelings at this moment. You must know that he has never practiced martial arts! He is a pure literary monk!

"Once it's done, be careful not to suck human blood. When taking blood, don't waste your money. You can take it slowly." Zhang Rongfang had a complicated heart and told him a few words.

"Yes!" Taoist Spirit Turtle didn't feel anything, being able to survive was more important than anything else!

"Next, I want to ensure that my stronghold has sufficient basic supplies. Do you have any suggestions?" Zhang Rongfang asked aloud.

"Since Daozi has such a powerful ability! Why don't you just go around and lead geniuses into the immortal way!? As long as there are enough people in the immortal way, even the red scarf thugs can't do it!"

After personally experiencing the strong resilience of the blood descendants, the Spirit Turtle is full of energy. At this time, he is already like an ordinary uncle in his sixties, much younger than before.

"I just want to protect myself and the people around me." Zhang Rongfang shook his head slightly.

"So, the old Taoist understands. Then choose a strong master who has the same idea to guide him into the immortal way." Linggui said.

"Where is such a master?" Zhang Rongfang asked.

"Worshiping gods of all religions is naturally not acceptable, but what about the extreme realm?"

"Extreme Realm is not available for the time being." Zhang Rongfang shook his head. He also thought about this, but Extreme Realm is mysterious, unpredictable, and extremely unstable, so it is not suitable for developing into a subordinate.

"Is that so?" Ling Gui pondered for a while, "There are still a group of people who have the same ideas as you, and the conditions are extremely suitable, it just depends on whether you are willing or not."

"Oh? Let's hear it." Zhang Rongfang also thought of a possibility.

In fact, he didn't want to create a large number of blood descendants like this, but the situation was stronger than people. Facing the Red Scarf Army, he needed a strong enough team that he could completely control in his hands.

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In Fushan City, the Huang family.

Huang Chongxi, the head of the Huang family, is now over eighty years old. In his later years, he was keen to practice literary arts, but because of his limited qualifications, he practiced too late. Even if he had a lot of precious medicinal materials to nourish him, it was too late.

He is now eighty-nine, and he is about to take the last step in his life.

Huang Chongxi practiced martial arts when he was young, with outstanding talents, and his martial arts and sword skills have surpassed that of foreign medicine. Later, he returned to the family because of the failure of the sect. Later, he sent the children of the family to study arts, and he gradually retreated to the background, leaving only the eighth-rank level of martial arts.

It was dark at this time.

Huang Chongxi sat quietly on the rocking chair in his study, looking hard at the book in his hand with his cloudy old eyes.

Swish!

Suddenly the window in the study shook, and two gray figures suddenly entered and stood still.

"You are Huang Chongxi?"

Huang Chongxi raised his head suddenly, his heart froze, the speed of the other party's movements could not be clearly seen even by him as an eighth rank.

"That's old, I wonder what the two masters are here for?" He stood up from the chair and asked, clasping his hands.

"Do you want to live forever?" The person in front suddenly asked.

Huang Chongxi's heart jumped, and he faintly felt an inexplicable expectation welling up in his heart.

Ten minutes later.

In a barren mountain, there is a ruined temple that is overgrown with weeds and is about to be desolate.

An old monk with white eyebrows looked at the two figures in front of him in astonishment.

He practiced civil and martial arts all his life, and once reached the level of internal law. Unfortunately, that was already decades ago.

After that, he failed in the struggle, left the sect, and became a monk. Now the disciples are unfilial and all left, leaving him as an old monk who is dying of old age.

Once upon a time, he was also a top genius with unparalleled talent and understanding, but so what? There is no way out, so I can only practice ordinary martial arts, and in the end, I miss the best time, and I end up like this when I am old.

"Do you want to live forever?"

At this moment, a sentence that he had thought about for countless days and nights appeared in his ears.

The old monk was stunned.

It was more than ten minutes later.

Near Wushan Mansion, in an unnamed Taoist temple.

Under the leadership of Taoist Linggui, Zhang Rongfang came to a new place again.

The Taoist temple is desolate, and the walls are covered with all kinds of creepers, layer upon layer. I don't know how thick it is.

The door was crumbling, and it was about to fall.

"This is where a senior I visited once lived." Spirit Turtle said in a deep voice.

"Eighty years ago, this senior was also a talented person at that time. He was once hailed as a rare and rare genius in Wushan Mansion in a hundred years. It is a pity that when he stepped into the grandmaster's arena, due to his poor popularity, the guardian The victim deliberately stood his hand and was defeated by the mysterious man, so far depressed and living here in seclusion."

Ling Gui sighed: "There are actually many people like this. They used to be brilliant, but now they are old and weak, and they have lost all their previous glory. Their appearance looks like ordinary people. This is how martial arts have failed Once, many people will never be able to get up again."

"Is it one step away from being a master?" Zhang Rongfang felt a little serious in his heart. "How many people like this are there in Shan Province?"

"There should be more than 40 people who have been alive in the past hundred years, and have failed in various breakthroughs. Many of them have been beaten and disabled, or have suffered serious injuries that cannot be cured." Taoist Linggui calculated a little.

"As the current leader of the Daoist sect, I know these things very well. There are also some people who do not have the quota for worshiping the gods. Due to various reasons, they failed to compete for the election.

Apart from these two parts, there are some savage Taoists, that is, masters who do not worship gods or join religion, but just use the name of Taoism to live in seclusion. These days, those who dare to live in the mountains alone are basically masters. But no matter how strong a master is, how much strength does he have left in his nineties? Taoist Spirit Turtle sighed. "Like this one in this Taoist temple, who used to be the apex of the Three Spaces, was almost bitten to death by a few bobcats a few days ago. The limit of serious illness and physical decline is approaching, alas."

"There are more than forty people. I will trouble you to lead the way later." Zhang Rong said calmly.

"Eh, you can't be!?" The tortoise's expression changed. Among this group of people, five failed to break through to the Grandmaster! If all of them are restored to their innate state when they were young, and the hidden wounds are also removed. This...he just thinks it is scary to imagine!

"The situation is pressing, and there is nothing we can do, alas." Zhang Rongfang sighed, "I just want to have a stable and peaceful home. I thought that it would be enough to rely on me alone, but it is such a small wish, and they don't want it. Willing to give it to me. So."

His eyes are bright.

"So, I can only kill everyone who gets in the way, so that my little wish can be fulfilled."