Chapter 481 Chapter 481 Awakening II
In the dry blood of the old way, a large amount of old blood and flesh were eroded, absorbed, and turned into nutrients for the new blood to transform and strengthen itself.
They split again and again, multiplying, and becoming 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 corrupted flesh and blood were absorbed and transformed into nutrients to strengthen the drop of blood released by Zhang Rongfang.
More than ten minutes later.
The turtle became 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 beginning to end, he witnessed with his own eyes how powerful a drop of his blood is.
Although up to now, the drop of blood in the 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 the terrifying resilience of Ding Yu.
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 any changes in the body?" Zhang Rongfang observed the turtle with a scrutiny attitude.
Spiritual Turtle was both surprised and happy. 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 rushing into his heart crazily.
"Blood I want to drink blood!?"
Salivating profusely, the clarity in the turtle's eyes is gradually weakening.
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 did not stop, left Fushan City, and came to the nearby suburban woodland.
Soon 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 its throat to suck.
"Sure enough." Zhang Rongfang's heart sank.
At the moment when the opponent started to **** blood, in the attribute column, the attributes of the spirit turtle had changed dramatically.
‘Spiritual Turtle Taoist—Health value 12-82.
Trait talent: blood descendant (can quickly recover from injuries by sucking living blood, the more blood sucking, the closer the physical fitness to the ancestor, the longer the lifespan). '
In Zhang Rongfang's field of vision, as the spirit turtle's blood sucking 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.
Following the emergence of the blood-born talent in the attribute column, he finally understood what his flesh and blood complement was in essence.
He looked at his attribute bar again, following a clear understanding of the attributes of the turtle.
His own attributes have also changed slightly.
The item of flesh and blood complement disappeared directly, 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 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.
He was like a young man, running around in circles, jumping and climbing trees, feeling the gradual changes in his body.
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.
"You try to punch 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.
Bang.
The trunk was actually dented 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!
"Okay, be careful not to **** human blood in the future, and don't waste your money when taking blood, you can take it slowly." Zhang Rongfang was complicated and told a few words.
"Yes!" Taoist Spirit Turtle didn't feel much, and being able to survive was more important than anything else!
"Next, I need 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 immortals, even the red scarf thugs can't do it!"
After personally experiencing the strong resilience of the blood-born, 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." Spirit Turtle 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?" Spirit Turtle pondered for a while, "There are still a group of people who think the same as you and meet the conditions very well. It just depends on whether you are willing or not."
"Oh? Let's hear it." Zhang Rongfang also thought of a possibility.
He actually didn't want to create a large number of blood descendants like this, but the situation is stronger than people. Facing the Red Scarf Army, he needs a strong enough team that he can completely control in his hands.
but.
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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 on practicing 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 at a young age, with outstanding talents, and his martial arts swordsmanship has 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.
The sky was dark at this time.
Huang Chongxi sat quietly on the rocking chair in his study, looking at the book in his hand with his cloudy old eyes.
Shua!
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 don't know 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 said.
Huang Chongxi's heart skipped a beat, and he faintly felt an inexplicable expectation welling up in his heart.
Ten minutes later.
In the barren hills, there is a ruined temple that is overgrown with weeds and is about to be desolate and abandoned.
An old monk with white eyebrows looked at the two figures in front of him in astonishment.
He has practiced civil and martial arts all his life, and he has reached the level of internal law. Unfortunately, that was already decades ago.
After the struggle failed, he left the sect and became a monk. Now his disciples are unfilial and all left, leaving him as an old monk who is dying of old age, suffering from dark wounds all over his body, struggling to survive.
Once upon a time, he was also a top genius with extraordinary 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.
Led by 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, and the layers are thick.
The door is crumbling, and it is about to fall.
"This is where a senior I once visited 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 forty 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 suffered serious injuries that cannot be cured." Taoist Linggui made a little calculation.
"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 gods. Due to various reasons, they failed to compete for the election.
Besides these two parts, there are some savage Taoists, that is, masters who do not worship gods, do not join religion, but use the name of Taoism to live in seclusion. These days, those who dare to live alone in the mountains 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 top 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 spirit turtle'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 I could do it all by myself, but it's 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."
(end of this chapter)
