Of course, for Hua Qianfeng, this is no different! In short, Gu Fenghua refined the power of the demon dragon in the blood of Mingyou, and was back with a lively jump.

"So, Lord Hua, have you helped her a lot?" He Kunliang couldn't help but say.

Isn’t this nonsense? Hua Qianfeng glanced at He Kunliang, feeling a little nervous and his face became even more ugly.

"Oh, that's the blood of the ancient demon dragon, and it's also the blood of Mingyou, known as the strongest dragon clan in history. It's a pity, a pity." He Kunliang didn't notice his increasingly dark face and continued to sprinkle salt on the wound.

"Puff!" Hua Qianfeng could no longer bear it and a mouthful of black blood spurted out.

Not only the blood of the Netherworld, he also wasted a golden silk soul-squeezing bell, a green moon-fixing veil, plus the blood of the Netherworld that was wasted today, and the three great treasures given by the master were all destroyed by Gu Fenghua.

Especially in the end, this bottle of Netherworld Blood not only failed to hurt Gu Fenghua, but also helped her to be promoted to the Saint of Heaven in one go. How could he not feel so painful and how could he not be frustrated?

He Kunliang's sigh is not just about sprinkling salt on the wound, it is like poking a knife on the wound...

He Kunliang realized that he accidentally poked Hua Qianfeng's pain point and quickly stopped talking.

Looking at the black blood on Hua Qianfeng's chest, He Kunliang's mind became much clearer, and suddenly felt regret in his heart: Even Hua Qianfeng was powerless to treat Gu Fenghua, and he was anxious and angry and squirted. He was a little overestimated by his ability to get his thighs against Gu Fenghua?

But, is it still too late to regret now? He Kunliang felt bitter in his heart.

...

"Fenghua, are you saying just now true? Your Holy Spirit root is really not enough to condense a holy soul bead. Is it still possible to survive the catastrophe with the power of the divine dragon?" Luo Enen asked curiously on the way back.

"It's true, but you don't have to worry too much. My practice skills are different from others, so it's more difficult to advance every time, and you shouldn't be like this." Gu Fenghua could see that Luo Enen was also a little worried in addition to being curious, and Shen Tinglan and others next to him were no exception, so he comforted him and said.

After all, their cultivation has improved rapidly recently, especially Luo Enen, who has reached the eighth level of Xuansheng. It will only take a while to hit Tiansheng. If they encounter the same crisis, how can they deal with it? Gu Fenghua doesn't want to scare them.

Looking back and thinking about it, Gu Fenghua did think it was difficult to become a Tiansheng, but it was impossible to be as difficult as her own. After all, it was because her physique was different and her cultivation techniques were different, so it was so difficult to become a Tiansheng.

After hearing what Gu Fenghua said, Luo Enen and others were relieved. Thinking about it carefully, they also felt that other Tianshengs could not be as dangerous as Gu Fenghua when they were promoted. You must know that she successfully condensed the Holy Soul Pearl with the power of the ancient divine dragon and thus promoted to the Tiansheng. If everyone is like her, where can so many ancient divine dragon powers come from in the world?

"What's going on with the power of the ancient dragon you just mentioned?" Dan Tai Baiyi suddenly asked in a deep voice.
Chapter completed!