C34 Insanely Sanguinarizing Spirit Blood

"This sacred art does not have any levels, but it can continuously advance. When one reaches mastery, they can create their own world. Within their domain, they can kill and formlessly refine the enemy's bloodline with a hundred percent success rate. Do you want to learn it?" Ling'er was enticing.

Han Bing slowly digested the words he just said, "It can continuously advance. It can form its own world, it can kill people without them, and it can completely refine the enemy's bloodline." Han Bing kept murmuring, "Learn, of course I want to learn. Does that mean once I learn it, I won't have to be so disgusting to drink blood?" This was what he was most concerned about.

Ling'er smiled. "Of course, I only decided to teach you this sacred art because I couldn't stand watching you drink that corpse's blood. You have my brother's bloodline in your body, so it shouldn't be too hard for you to learn."

It seemed this bloodline truly was a good item. "Right, such a powerful divine ability should have a name, right?" Han Bing asked. Now he really wanted to learn this sacred art, especially when he heard Ling'er mention drinking the corpse's blood, he really felt nauseous.

"Listen carefully, this ability is called Spirit, Blood, Madness, and Devour." Ling'er said word by word, "Prepare yourself. I will brand it on your blood. It won't hurt much. Just bear with it. Ah, be good." As Ling'er spoke, she began to channel the power of her Nine-Colored Dragon spirit world, mixing it with blood-red words. That should be the Bloodline Imprint.

"Wait, wait. Last time you said that when you helped me become a primary level World Spiritist, it hurt like hell. This time you said it again. You're not lying to me again are you?" Han Bing protested, but Ling'er did not pay attention to him. Instead, she continued to mobilize her world energy, as if she was constructing a complex Spiritual Array and mixing the blood-red words within it.

"Buzz." The nine-colored array was gradually formed, and the blood-red blood seal was moved towards Han Bing's body. Ling'er was currently drenched in sweat from exhaustion, and her nine-colored long skirt was soaked through. Luckily, no one saw it, or else she would have bled three liters of blood.

"Protect your mind and accept this archaic imprint." Ling'er's voice sounded exhausted.

When that blood-red colored bloodline was branded into the Spiritual World, passing through the gate that led to the Sky Dragon Continent and arriving above Han Bing's body, a heart-wrenching pain involuntarily arose.

"As expected, this girl lied to me again. It hurts." Han Bing hissed in a low voice. This time, the pain didn't increase from the inside to the outside, and again from the inside to the inside. It was simply the impact of the bloodline, emanating from the blood. At this moment, aside from feeling the pain, Han Bing also felt an ancient aura. Although it was full of killing intent and blood, it was not evil nor fierce.

Han Bing understood, just like the blood controlled by the Crimson Burning Heaven Dragon. Even though it was full of killing intent and blood, it was killing for the sake of justice. The Crimson Sky Dragon used slaughter and bloodshed to punish the world's greatest villains and evildoers, protecting everything in the world that was truly good and beautiful. Killing is made tall by righteousness, and blood is made righteous by protection.

After comprehending the Crimson Sky Dragon's inner heart, this sacred art seemed to have found a master. It began to retract its sharpness, slowly merging into his own bloodline and becoming a part of him.

On the third floor of the Demon Hunt Squad, a young man sat cross-legged in the middle of the yellow sand, radiating a blood-red light. All of a sudden, sand and rocks were blown away, and blood filled the sky. The color of blood on the youth's body became thicker and thicker, and the youth's aura became more and more ferocious, like a giant dragon about to soar.

As the color of blood faded, Han Bing succeeded. From then on, he no longer needed to drink his blood to refine the demon beast bloodline.

However, Han Bing didn't smile as she stood up and immediately entered her own Spiritual World. He remembered that last time, after Ling'er helped him become a Spiritual Master, he had been unconscious for three whole days.

In the Spiritual World, Ling'er's complexion was somewhat pale. Her nine-colored long skirt was already drenched in sweat, and it stuck tightly to her body, vividly outlining her decent figure. The moment Han Bing entered the Spiritual World, he saw a scene that made his blood boil. He instantly felt his throat dry up, and when Ling'er saw him, she was startled for a moment, before letting out an earth-shattering cry.

"Ahhh ~ Little Han Bing, turn around!" Ling'er shouted.

"Ah?" "Oh." Han Bing immediately turned around.

Ling'er used the World Force to dry the sweat on her body and faintly said, "Okay, turn around. Why did you suddenly come in and seek revenge on me? "

"Ah?" No, last time you helped me become a Soul Master of a One Yuan level, I slept for three days before I woke up, I'm afraid you will also wake up this time. " Han Bing didn't continue, but seeing that Ling'er was alright, he felt relieved.

"Yeah, last time, I just woke up without a trace of power in my body, so I went unconscious because I forcefully channeled too much of the world energy from the true spirit world. But it's also because I gave you a bit of the Nine Colored Dragon World's World Spirit power when I channeled it into you, and it also has a bit of the power that I extracted from the Nine Colored Dragon World. It's only because that bit of power returned to my body that I have a bit of cultivation, so I won't go unconscious again this time." So, you won't have the chance to take advantage of me this time. Ling'er joked.

However, when Han Bing heard this, he was actually moved. Last time when Ling'er was unconscious, she had been trying to help her by forcibly using the world energy of the true spirit world, regardless of her own condition. In this world, other than her own family, only she would be willing to do this to her. As he thought about it, Han Bing couldn't help but walk up and hug Ling'er.

Ling'er didn't say anything at first, clearly stunned by Han Bing's boldness. In fact, Han Bing herself didn't know what to do, how could she be so direct. However, Ling'er immediately said, "Little Han Bing, you're getting bolder and bolder. In the past, you took advantage of me when I was asleep, but now you dare to take advantage of me. Let me go." Although he said this, he didn't take any forceful measures, such as using the power of his Nine-coloured Dragon World to suppress Han Bing.

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, I was a bit excited." Han Bing let go of Ling'er, feeling a little embarrassed, "Thank you. You treat me so well, I won't let you down. I will become a powerful warrior and help you as soon as possible."

"Oh, what are you talking about? If there's nothing else, then hurry up and leave. Don't disturb me, I still need to continue to draw upon the power of the Nine Realms of the Dragon World to recover my cultivation. " Hearing Han Bing's words, Ling'er actually felt a bit embarrassed, and quickly chased Han Bing away.

Han Bing didn't stop. He reached out his hand and stroked Ling'er's head before placing his spiritual sense on his body again, continuing to perceive the "Mad Devour of Spirit Blood" imprinted on his blood vessels. Only Ling'er was left in the Spiritual World, cursing that scoundrel Han Bing.

The "Mad Devour of Spirit Blood" was the general name of this sacred art. Now, the level that Han Bing could use was called "Blood Refinement". As the name implied, it was only used to refine bloodlines.

Looking at the dead body of the desert rat and the dried up blood on the ground, Han Bing felt that it was a pity. Just now, he spent too much time learning the "Mad Devour of Spirit Blood", and the desert rat's blood had already solidified. He could only take out the beast core and turn around to find his next prey.

During these three days, Han Bing did not encounter any other demon beasts, causing Han Bing to feel a pang of heartache. "I didn't get much in three days, ah, three days, 45 achievement points ah." Hearing Han Bing's shout, Ling'er couldn't help but want to slap him.

But after three days, he finally saw a demon beast, a demon beast that once again caused Ling'er to close her eyes and cover her ears. This time, it wasn't a rat, but a desert toad that was two meters long and two meters wide. This toad was originally capturing its prey, so it didn't have time to pay attention to Han Bing. Ling'er also said, "Forget it, that demonic beast is so ugly, and it is also so arrogant and spoiled. It doesn't pay any attention to us, so let's hurry up and leave. Don't put any effort on it." Han Bing knew that Ling'er was afraid of this kind of demonic beast, or more accurately, the toad.

He really didn't know if he would be afraid of snakes or something like that. If that was the case, Han Bing couldn't help but feel that the destruction of the Liushui Black Tortoise Tribe during the Ancient Era was definitely related to Ling'er, because Black Tortoise was the complex combination of a snake and a tortoise.

But as Ling'er's friend, Ling'er's older brother's descendant, although their relationship was a little messy, Han Bing felt that it was his duty to help Ling'er adapt herself to these small animals that he was afraid of, and interact more intimately with the ones he was afraid of. Of course, he could also try out the "Blood Refinement" from the "Mad Devour of Spirit Blood" that he had just learned.

The desert flower toad's skin was as beautiful as a flower, and many small bubbles were constantly leaking poisonous liquid. A pair of large eyes swept in front of it, and saliva constantly dripped from its sticky tongue. A pair of robust hind legs gave it the ability to jump at high speeds. Moreover, it had the strength of a 9th layer Body Refinement Cultivator.

At first glance, this monstrous beast was indeed not easy to deal with. However, if it was attacking from a distance, it could be used in close combat. Furthermore, it was poisonous. However, Han Bing was well aware of the toad's weakness. Han Bing suddenly dodged to the left, and the Desert Flower Toad instantly stretched out its long tongue to attack Han Bing. When it got close to Han Bing, Han Bing suddenly jumped up and launched the long-silent Ice Dust Fist. However, the power of the Ice Dust Fist this time was several times stronger than last time because after reaching the eighth level of the Body Refinement Realm, he was able to master the Ice Dust Fist. Han Bing had mastered the Ice Dust Fist during the three days when he had yet to encounter a demon beast.

Strangely, after Han Bing jumped, the toad seemed to have gone blind, and the Ice Dust Fist suddenly stopped without dodging at all. "Cha cha-cha cha-cha." The condensed icicles all struck the Desert Flower Toad's body.

"Gua Gua ~" The toad shrieked miserably. At this moment, it was already heavily injured. Han Bing continued jumping upwards with all her strength to launch an Ice and Dust Fist. Tens of huge ice cones condensed and pierced into the toad's body, causing it to lose its breath.

"Hey, hey, Ling'er, look, it's done." Han Bing called out again.

Han Bing then revealed a sly smile, and launched his Nine Palaces Consecutive Steps rapidly towards the two-meter-tall Desert Flower Toad. At the same time, he gathered an ice blade in his hands, and before Ling'er could react, Han Bing stabbed the ice blade into the Desert Flower Toad's mouth. His scarlet tongue extended over three meters long. That scene was truly as bloody as it could be.

"AHH!" Within the Spiritual World, Princess could clearly see everything outside

"Yes."