Chapter 922: Detoxification

Soon, a strange red light enveloped his entire soul.

When his soul card stopped struggling, Zhan Nianchuan said in a deep voice: "Where are my two drops of blood and claw marks?"

The soul's eyes were straight, and it mechanically answered: "One drop was consumed when testing the blood, and the other drop and claw marks have been sent to Qinghudu by my men."

Qinghudu?

Zhan Nianchuan frowned and immediately asked: "Where is it now? Can it be recovered?"

"No, it was directly teleported using the super long-distance teleportation array. It had arrived in Qinghudu long before I set out to chase you."

Zhan Nianchuan frowned more and more, feeling a little troublesome.

Claw marks are fine, they won't be left easily. But blood, which carries a personal aura, may be used to find out your location if it falls into the hands of a demon cultivator who is proficient in tracking.

Thinking of this, he continued to ask: "Why do you want to send my blood to Qinghudu? Is there anything special about my blood?"

"Because this is the request of the Eighth Saint Son. He asked to secretly find all foreigners with pure blood. I don't know the purpose. As for your blood, it is extremely pure ancient blood. In the decades when I guarded the city gate, you have the highest blood concentration."

Ancient blood? !

The highest? !

Ancient blood that is much stronger than the ancient blood?

Zhan Nianchuan's eyes condensed, and he became more and more curious about his life experience. He pondered for a moment and then asked: "So in your opinion, does the Eighth Saint Son have the ability to find me with this drop of blood?"

"I don't know about this." The soul answered blankly.

"What is the cultivation level of the Eighth Saint? How is his combat power?"

"Fifty years ago, he was at the peak of the late Tongming stage, and his combat power was almost invincible at the same level. The clan said that he was the most promising descendant of all the Saints to become the next clan leader."

Zhan Nianchuan pondered for a moment, asked a few more questions, and then took back the Heart-Searching Ball and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, letting Jiao Mengke's soul dissipate.

Then he threw Jiao Mengke's identity token into the spirit beast bag for the Ten Thousand Devouring Ants to devour, and then walked out of the room.

In just half an hour, Jiao Mingyu's complexion deteriorated a lot, and he lay on the ground unable to move.

But if someone looked closely, they would find that his eyes were full of joy.

Because he sensed Zhan Nianchuan's character from Jiao Jing's previous narration, and was happy that Jiao Jing had a good chance of staying by Zhan Nianchuan's side.

In the case that Wannian Zhilan could not be saved anyway, this was already the best result.

Jiao Jing, who couldn't wait any longer, rushed forward and shouted anxiously, "Senior, please check on Grandpa, he seems to be unable to hold on."

"He can hold on, don't worry." Zhan Nianchuan drove the flying boat slowly to the deserted island, then slapped the storage bag, and dozens of formation flags flew out like a rainstorm, instantly forming a large circular pattern in the air.

He had previously used his spiritual sense to repeatedly scan the deserted island. This deserted island was only a few miles in size. There were no spiritual veins on the island, so naturally there were no monsters. Only a few sea beasts with undeveloped intelligence were playing on the edge. It was a good place to stay temporarily.

After a cup of tea, the spiritual light of the formation flickered slightly.

The figures of several of them disappeared from the outside world, just a large piece of wasteland.

Grabbing Jiao Mingyu's claws, Zhan Nianchuan slowly probed his spiritual sense into his body, and at the same time, the light of light silver flashed in his eyes, concentrating on observing everything in his body.

As he watched, his brows frowned slightly, and then he retracted his spiritual sense and claws, and slowly paced in the formation.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Jiao Mingyu's eyes, and then he was relieved, "The poison has already been deep, and even the gods can't save me. But I've lived for four hundred years, so I'm not short-lived. Only this grandson, although his aptitude is a little poor, can still be improved a lot as long as all my blood is extracted and integrated into his body. I hope senior..."

"Grandpa, you won't die!" Jiao Jing cried out, crawled to Zhan Nianchuan on his knees, and begged with red eyes: "Senior, you said you would save grandpa."

"Okay, go away." Zhan Nianchuan threw him away in a bad mood, and then slapped the storage bag, and two huge dragon bodies appeared in the field.

He was seen muttering something in his mouth, his expression became solemn, and his two claws were close to the fracture of the two bodies, and red light appeared.

Under Jiao Jing's horrified gaze, the two huge bodies gradually became shriveled and withered, and obviously lost all their blood and essence.

Between Zhan Nianchuan's claws, two huge red blood balls appeared, emitting a strange red light.

Snap! Snap!

The two shrunken corpses fell to the ground, and the two red blood balls gradually merged to form a blood ball that was two feet in size.

At the same time, a scorching heat spread out, burning Jiao Jing and Jiao Mingyu's mouths dry and their bodies sweating profusely, feeling that they would turn into ashes in the next moment.

However, they had no idea of ​​escaping and leaving, but stared at the scene in front of them with their eyes wide open without blinking.

A quarter of an hour later.

The huge red ball had shrunk to 70% of its original size, becoming more crystal clear, more solid and thick, and looked like a blood-colored agate. The most surprising thing was that a dragon phantom appeared on it.

"Grandpa, what is the senior doing?" Jiao Jing spoke hoarsely. At this time, his whole body was red, and his mouth was full of blood bubbles.

"If grandpa is right, he... he is purifying and refining his blood!" Jiao Mingyu didn't know where he got the strength from, but he actually raised his head and stared at the dreamlike scene in front of him.

At this time, Zhan Nianchuan's forehead was also sweating profusely. He had lost nearly half of his mana. It was really hard to do such a mana-consuming thing.

Throwing a pill into his mouth, Zhan Nianchuan took out Jiao Mengke's demon pill.

Soon, this blue demon pill also turned into a trace of blood and origin essence, which was continuously integrated into the blood group.

Half an hour later, the demon pill had disappeared, and the blood group became smaller again, only 60% of its original size.

At this time, Jiao Mingyu could vaguely guess what Zhan Nianchuan was going to do. He couldn't help but tremble with excitement, and a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.

Maybe, it can really detoxify?

But he immediately thought of something more important, and hurriedly shouted: "Senior, don't use it on me, I'm already deeply poisoned, it's unnecessary, use it on Jing'er, he's still young."

"No, save my grandfather, save him!" Jiao Jing hurriedly refused.

Zhan Nianchuan turned a deaf ear to their arguments, and flicked out a few drops of blood with his fingers, merging them into the huge blood mass.

Then, regardless of Jiao Mingyu's pleading, he directly grabbed Jiao Mingyu's body in mid-air, and then used his extremely sharp claws to scratch directly above the scales on Jiao Mingyu's neck.

A big cut opened, and dark red and black blood immediately gushed out, with a fishy and unpleasant smell.

Zhan Nianchuan was too lazy to wait for the blood to run out, and directly raised the magic power in his body, and the suction between his claws suddenly became several times stronger.

The blood rushed out, spraying up to three feet high.