I carefully checked it with my spiritual sense.

Make sure this thing is not mixed with some highly toxic substances.

Looking at the handsome little fairy vendor with a sincere smile on his face, Zhu Minglang finally tried to feed the Yinhai cucumber god to the King of Hell Dragon.

The Dragon of Hell seemed to be extremely interested in this Ginseng God and swallowed it in one bite. Although the Ginseng God was as small as a piece of mung bean skin, the spiritual energy contained in it was very needed now.

Not long after he swallowed it, the back of the Hell Dragon made a crisp sound. Zhu Minglang went to the spiritual realm to check and found that the Hell Dragon's death sickle was really growing, and it seemed that it was a new bone. This bone was even more intensive than before, just like dark steel that had been tempered for thousands of times!

The strong wing flesh and smooth skin slowly covered the dark steel bones. The Hell Dragon slept for nearly half a year, and only a small part of the death wings it lost had grown. However, after using this Yinhai Shenshen, the Hell Dragon wings seemed to be reborn and recovering at a very shocking speed.

"Handy~~~~~~~~"

The Dragon of Hell let out a long dragon roar, and at the same time its whole body was wrapped in a layer of hot dragon light, its brilliance was gray and silver, dazzling and prominent.

Zhu Minglang is so familiar with this Long Guang.

It is the brilliance that dragons will produce when they advance!

Zhu Minglang felt incredible.

The King of Hell should have reached a state where he can break through, but due to the damage to the dragon wings, it has been silent. After all, in the battle with the Dragon Dragon God of Yanfeng, the King of Hell can be said to challenge the Lord of the Dragon beyond the level. This glory and record are enough to transform its divine nature.

With the restoration of the most powerful dragon-wing weapon of the King of Hell Dragon, its cultivation level actually broke through.

Of course, this Yinhai Dragon Ginseng also played a key role. The Hell Dragon needs a dark spiritual root to push it and make it advance smoothly!

Wings repair!

Promoted to the level of the Dragon Lord!

It is a double happiness. Zhu Minglang did not expect that he would encounter such a good thing just going out to stroll.

Soon, Zhu Minglang realized something, and he raised his head to take a look at the luck on his head.

Sure enough, the purple qi blessing disappeared.

Before entering the waning moon, there was no change in the purple qi blessing, which shows that everything you gained above was obtained through hard work.

And this adventure of the Dragon of Hell is the real source of blessing from heaven!

When I looked at the fairy vendor again, I felt that he was more and more handsome. If he was a girl, Zhu Minglang could kiss her without any precepts.

"Thank you very much, you Yinhai Shen Shen Ginseng has helped a lot." Zhu Minglang also had a look of joy on his face.

"What are you saying thank you? We are a business, a business. You just need to tell me whether you are satisfied." said the fairy vendor.

"Very satisfied." Zhu Minglang nodded.

"What should I pay for?" asked the fairy hawker.

"Liuli." Zhu Minglang said. It happened that the White Dragon God Sect recently gave a lot of money. No matter how expensive this thing is, Zhu Minglang can afford it.

"I won't collect glasses." The fairy vendor said with a smile.

"Equivalent spiritual root exchange? I have some top-quality soul beads and some good products brought from ancient mountains. I'll take them out for you to see?" Zhu Minglang said.

"I don't accept these things either." The fairy vendor's smile became even brighter.

"Then what are you taking?" Zhu Minglang said in confusion.

"Resist your life, your life span." The moment he spoke this sentence, the smile of the immortal vendor began to change, and he became a little weird.

Zhu Minglang was stunned for a while, but he didn't react for a while.

"With the value of this treasure, a hundred years is not an exaggeration, right?" the immortal vendor continued.

As he said this, the immortal vendor stretched out a hand and grabbed Zhu Minglang's chest.

Zhu Minglang's whole body suddenly froze. Just as he was resisting, he suddenly felt that his soul was locked by something. No matter how he called the dragon in the spiritual realm or controlled the sword spirit dragon, he could not do it.

Zhu Minglang had never encountered such a thing before. He stared at the immortal vendor who seemed to be grabbing his heart, staring at his face that gradually became cold and indifferent.

Can't resist, let alone speak.

Zhu Minglang could only watch what he captured from his soul.

When it fell into his hand, Zhu Minglang saw a virtual soul. The soul had no lower body, and the upper body was like a death row prisoner, being dragged by the fairy vendor in one hand.

"Wow~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

With a cheerful and smug whistle, the fairy vendor dragged Zhu Minglang's soul into the distance, like a small businessman who sold a basket of mountain goods at high prices, happily going home for dinner.

Zhu Minglang stood there, looking at the guy's smug back. After a brief shock and horror, he did not have anger or reluctance on his face, but gradually smiled. The smile seemed like a bored and lonely boy suddenly found a mouse stealing oil. Catching this mouse became the greatest pleasure for him to dispel his time!

My mood calmed down for a moment.

Zhu Minglang suddenly felt his cheeks wet, as if something was licking him.

It was also at this moment that Zhu Minglang woke up.

He opened his eyes and found that the little purple dragon who returned from hunting was beside him, licking his cheek gently with his tongue.

Zhu Minglang patted the little purple dragon, and looked at him and found that the sky was already dark.

Noon dream??

Was that a dream just now?

Zhu Minglang shook his head. He checked the spiritual realm and found that the wings of the God of Death Scythe in the spiritual realm had grown, and his cultivation level had reached the level of the Dragon Lord.

Zhu Minglang immediately checked his soul again.

Sure enough, the human soul is broken!

Damage to human souls will affect a person's life, weak and sick, and extremely slow in cultivation. The most obvious thing is the loss of life span!

"No wonder I can't resist. It turns out that I was stolen in my dream." Zhu Minglang snorted coldly.

Zhu Minglang is a god with a very high status at least. He can kill immortals in his dreams, which means that some gods with special abilities also have similar abilities.

This fairy vendor is obviously doing business with others in his dream. Once he uses his goods, it is equivalent to signing some kind of soul agreement with him. When he asks you for compensation, he cannot resist!

Forced buying and selling!

And it's extremely expensive!
Chapter completed!