C4 Swallowing the Gallbladder Drinking the Blood Congealing the Mysterious Pill of Death

Seeing that the giant python finally stopped moving, Huyan Changfeng did not stop. He raised his fist and punched the giant python's head.

One punch, two punches … After countless times, the giant python's head could no longer move.

Huff, puff!

He was breathing heavily, his nostrils flaring with anger.

The giant python died, miserably, without a sound.

Huyan Changfeng was hungry, thirsty, hungry to the front of his stomach to the back of his heart, thirsty fire to rise. He collapsed powerlessly onto the giant python's body, staring at the blood that continuously seeped into the earth.

At this moment.

Another astonishing thought flashed through his mind.

He began to drag his body, which had been smashed to pulp by the python's tail, and crawled over to the python's head. Fortunately, there was not a single scar left on his face.

Thirsty was intolerable.

The wild blood continued to flow, but it was leaking an enticing desire.

The moment he closed his eyes, Huyan Changfeng's head was pressed against the wound of the python. An indescribable feeling of lubrication and torrential water was poured into his throat.

Gulp, gulp!

He greedily gulped it down, warm and peaceful all over his body. His arms and legs were filled with a strong current of reflux. He could feel the collision force in his blood vessels.

Raising his head, he left.

Huyan Changfeng's mouth was full of blood. His clean face suddenly blushed. The water was replenished, and the feeling of thirst instantly disappeared. However, the hunger that struck him again was no longer a hunger attack, but an excruciating torment.

He couldn't help but turn his head, and suddenly, a word that had been said by his father leaped into his mind.

Snakes are seven inches long, and courage is the most expensive of them all.

"Huh?!"

"How dare you!"

While Huyan Changfeng was talking to himself, he had already reached for the python's wound.

He stood up and stepped on the giant python's head. Then, he bent his body and grabbed the cracked skin with both hands. Suddenly, he got up and tried to pull both his arms apart.

"Zi!"

A dark line along the python's belly was split in two, its entire body blooming open.

An egg-sized white bullet flashed with a gentle light under the sunlight. It was clean to the point that not a single piece of junk could be found. It was as white as jade and seemed to be slightly pulsing.

Huyan Changfeng looked at it for a long time and once again, the hunger raged in his heart. The slightly pulsating white ball of flesh seemed to be constantly challenging his patience.

Suddenly, his vision blurred and he saw that it was a skinned egg. It was so tender that it was trembling and soft to the point of being suspenseful.

With a stagger, the white meatball shook and was placed in Huyan Changfeng's palm.

His eyes were wide open as he tried to put on his clothes, but he was still unable to control himself. He opened his mouth and bent his arms. The gallbladder was fed to his mouth without hesitation, and he didn't have time to chew it.

It slid down his throat with a "gulu" sound.

Sigh!

"If you can't taste it, there's nothing left."

Huyan Changfeng swallowed his saliva. He looked at the python's broken body with unsatisfied eyes. He started to feel lucky. Hopefully, there was still one more. He could feel the taste of chewing.

He moved, planning on a careful search.

Suddenly.

A collision in the abdominal cavity.

Huyan Changfeng's body flashed and swayed. He suddenly felt that in his abdomen, two strong currents were colliding with each other, entangling each other. The blood in his body, along with the collision, rapidly expanded and flowed. On his arms and legs, apart from the cuts on his skin, all of his meridians were bursting out, as if they were crawling with earthworms crawling all over his body, wiggling rapidly.

Blood began to ooze out from where the flesh had split open.

The pain made Huyan Changfeng want to cry, but there was no tears.

Splash.

Lying weakly on the ground.

He struggled to open his eyes, wanting to see the sun for the last time, to see everything, including the python beside him. Although the memories were clear and meticulous, and the entire process was still fresh in his mind, he was still unable to persevere on.

It seemed that he would definitely die this time.

Huyan Changfeng began to think sadly, wanting to remember what just happened together. However, no matter how hard he tried, a muddled feeling filled his mind. He had no choice but to fall into a state of confusion and confusion. The only thing that was left was the blurry yet constantly swaying surroundings in front of him.

When a breeze blew by, Huyan Changfeng was finally unable to resist dizziness. The instant he felt cold, the shadow that was only there, gradually disappeared.

The silver-haired old man and Di Jun, who stepped on Huyan Changfeng's face, stood in front of him. Even though Di Jun was that damnable person who came here before. But at this moment, Huyan Changfeng could not see him again.

"Can you still live after being like this?"

Di Jun, who was wearing a leather war robe, sighed in regret.

"No worries, this is the second stage of the back pushing Xuan Core."

The old man squatted down and opened Huyan Changfeng's eyes. However, when he glanced at Huyan Changfeng, his face was filled with joy and excitement.

Haha!

"He really is a genius that only appears once in a hundred years."

"How do you know?"

Di Jun hesitated, but his eyes were filled with surprise.

Huyan Changfeng was only a bloody mess. It was almost impossible to tell that he was a human. Fortunately, there was a deformed face, and he could roughly estimate the appearance of a person.

"It's already like this. I still have a tenacious and tenacious will to live until now!"

The old man shook his head slightly, his face full of surprise.

Oh!

"This can be counted as a genius, but senior brother still needs to explain the deep meaning behind torturing him."

Di Jun was also surprised, but he was also very surprised as he stared at the old man's face.

Haha!

"This is not torture; this is the necessary process for the Mystic Pills to reach large success."

The old man turned around.

"Do you know that such a talent is truly a rare demon!"

"Seems like you're satisfied with the person you've carefully selected?"

"Not only was he satisfied, he was simply a genius that could not be found."

"In that case, it's no problem at all for us to defend our nation and our home. It is an unambiguous fact that Shushi is continuing in the nation of Shushi, there is only time to wait! "

"That's true."

The old man turned around and looked at her with pity.

"Now, he has the collection of Qian Chou and Kun Back. That is to say, Huyan Changfeng has already reached level two and level eight of the back pushing Xuan Core." When Qian Chen and Kun Bei fuse, then after the baptism of blood ties, the Mysterious Core will be formed after the Thousand Battle of Hundred Herbs, and the highest level of rank 3 or 12 will be completed. "

Wow, haha!

"It sounds scary."

Di Jun held the hem of his leather war robe and squatted in front of Huyan Changfeng, observing him carefully.

"Senior brother, what kind of divine object would it be after the Xuan Core was formed?"

"To be honest, I've never seen it either, but I've heard my master's narration."

The old man gazed off into the distance, deep in his memories.

Cultivation of the back pushing mystical pills was not only harsh on the practitioner, it also required the appearance of a magical item in order to achieve great success.

In the past hundred years, even though the old man's master had cultivated a Profound Pushing Back Pill level twelve, there were no signs of any mystical Divine Beast. To his death, Jiang Chen had been the only one who'd taught him the back pushing mystical pills. He hadn't yet ascended to the level of a full-fledged demon warrior. As for this generation of old men, although they had divine items and the ability to achieve great success, because of their old age, they could not bear the process of forming the back pushing mystical pills.

"Senior Brother, to put it bluntly, you have spent your entire life and body in controlling Le Fengdao, but you still haven't managed to reach the Large Success Stage of the Back Pushing Xuan Pellet. I am truly regretful!" Since a dozen years ago, you have already mentioned that you might be able to see the quintessence of the back pushing mystical pills, but why do I feel more and more puzzled now? "You have talked a lot about the back pushing Xuan Core in the past few decades. What is the situation after the Xuan Core has been mastered?"

Di Jun looked at the old man in confusion.

"Simply put …"

The old man pursed his lips in thought.

"Actually, I don't know either, nor have I seen it. It is said that it is a holy object within a divine object that can shine like the sun and moon, and yet is also incomparably extraordinary."

"In other words, he can let us see with our own eyes the perfection of the Mystery Pushing Back Pellet."

"So, he is the creator of the safety of Shushi. He is the only hope in my life that I have to see Le Fengdao grow strong with regards to the Pushing Back Profound Core, and shake the heaven and earth."

"But now, what should we do with him?"

Suddenly, Di Jun became extremely anxious.

The only hope that Shushi could survive the attacks of Beidi Kingdom and the ten great wizards was because of Huyan Changfeng, who was regarded as a prodigy by the old man named the crown prince. Although at this time, one could not see any excellence in it, but as a nation of Shushi, Grand Advisor and Di Jun were not without joy and fanaticism.

The eighteen nations to the north of Midland State may not be considered strong, but they were at least the power of one nation. Yet due to the continuous destruction of the Beidi Kingdom, it had completely perished. This was especially so for the ten great wizards of Lingshan Sect. They had gathered all the mystical, spiritual, and mystical powers, making it a world-shocking art that no one could defend against.

He looked at Huyan Changfeng's badly mutilated body and could only place his only hope on this rotten corpse.

The Crown Prince's zither smiled. It looked like there was a bamboo in his stomach, but he took off his gown leisurely.

"What happened? You couldn't have buried him on the spot, right?"

Di Jun was anxious and wanted to reach out his hand to stop her.

Haha!

"Can you bear to part with it? I'll have to do my best in the future."

The crown prince's zither immediately knitted his brows. Even the long beard that fluttered in the wind seemed to have become sluggish. He carefully wrapped himself tightly around Huyan Changfeng's body, afraid that there would be any mishaps.