History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Yan Zhaoge has extremely fine control over his own qi. He made a fist-sized hole in the icicle so as not to damage the surrounding ice.

However, from that hole, an extremely powerful blood gas immediately emerged from it.

Praise a martial artist with strong qi and blood and amazing body. Sometimes he will use a sentence of praise, saying "qi and blood are majestic, like a dragon like an elephant."

And at the moment, Yan Zhaoge and Ahu were a real dragon.

Although he was already dead, only corpses were left, but the mighty vitality of the blood was still revealed, deterring the Quartet, Yan Zhaoge and the two seemed to be facing a living and powerful life.

You can imagine how amazing this dragon was before his death.

However, although only a small hole was opened, the icicle's sedative effect suddenly had a loophole and its effectiveness plummeted.

The dragon in the ice, with scales, seemed to move together.

This dragon is dead, and the resurrection of the dead will not happen, but it contains spirituality that does not disperse for a long time, and it is always unwilling to be bound.

Yan Zhaoge had been prepared for a long time, the pillars of the palace were suppressed again, and Zhen Long ’s body returned to calm again.

Through the hole, you can see white, flashing a faint golden glow, and dragon scales pouring out of heavy white gas.

This is an ice dragon. Although he was dead, there was still a constant flow of cold air from his body, cold and biting.

Yan Zhaoge stretched out his index finger, and the air-gathering room at the tip of his finger gradually turned into a ray of light, extending inward along the hole, like a slender light sword.

The lightsaber continued to extend and came into contact with the remnant of the ice dragon.

A Hu looked at Yan Zhaoge curiously and started.

Even though it is already a corpse, the sturdiness of the dragon body is still unquestionable, especially this is a complete ice dragon decay. There is no wound missing in its appearance, it is seamless and complete.

In this case, it is undoubtedly a very difficult thing to break the protection of the dragon scale with external force. The defense of the dragon scale is not a joke.

Ah Hu confessed that he was a sharp inferior spirit soldier in his hand, and he was not sure whether he could break the dragon's flesh.

However, Yan Zhaoge can often do things that people can't, so Ahu still has confidence in his son.

Yan Zhaoge concentrated on his dedication, and his fingertip lightsaber continued to extend forward until he touched the remnant of the ice dragon.

He did not attack the dragon body brutally with the lightsaber. The moment the lightsaber touched the dragon scale, it turned into a softness, as if flowing water, penetrating into the dragon's body.

Yingying luster, attached to the remnant of the ice dragon, constantly circulating.

Like being stimulated, the dragon body, which had appeared calm under the suppression of the pillars of the shrine, shook again.

Yan Zhaoge gazed at all this, his index finger extended, shaking with a unique and strange rhythm.

With the shaking of his index finger, the light flow extending from his fingertips also kept shaking, trying to merge with the breath of the ice dragon's decay.

Gradually, the flow of light at Yan Zhaoge's fingertips dimmed, and became less dazzling. Instead, it appeared blurred and chaotic.

With this change, Binglong's decay gradually regained its quietness.

In the light flow, a faint ice-blue liquid oozes out from the dragon scales and merges into the light flow.

A hot and vigorous blood came out, but it made Yan Zhaoge and Ahu feel extremely cold and biting.

The originally extremely contradictory phenomenon appeared at this moment, but it did not seem to be abrupt. Yan Zhaoge and A Hu both looked as if they were taken for granted.

A Hu looked at the ice-blue blood melted in the stream of light, slightly sluggish, and grew his mouth: "Son, this is dragon blood, pure dragon blood, I am the first time in my life."

Although the ice dragon has been dead for some years, the flesh and blood are still not rot, which contains a strong aura.

As Ahu said, there are no real dragons in the eight worlds today. At most, there are only dragons and dragons.

Even if the true dragon can be found, it is only a skeleton at most. Many skeletons are incomplete and incomplete.

So such pure dragon blood is really rare to the extreme. Except that the ancestor of Kaishan, the holy land of Bihai City in the waters, once harvested a complete water dragon decay, the others are at most Hongfu Qitian. A small amount of dragon's blood was found in the container.

But such good luck is rare.

The vast majority of people under the heavens, even many great masters and even martial arts strongmen, may not have seen the real dragon blood for their entire lives.

Through the light flow extending from the fingertips, Yan Zhaoge leads the dragon blood out.

The ice-blue blood touched Yan Zhaoge's fingers, and Yan Zhaoge's fingers could not help but tremble slightly, feeling a cold, a moment of numbness in his fingertips.

Yan Zhaoge took a deep breath, and his face gradually appeared red.

In a few moments, there is a layer of green gas faintly, and the colors of green and red are alternated in a cycle.

The air mass in the body seemed to be chaotic. At this time, it changed its appearance and separated into two layers of ice and fire, intertwined and opposite.

Based on this, it is opposite to the ice-cooled and hot dragon blood.

The ice-blue blood continued to spread and began to cover Yan Zhaoge's fingers, and then continued to extend upward, rolling on Yan Zhao singer's palm and even his arms.

Yan Zhaoge's body is open and closed, as if breathing, between the opening and closing, the dragon blood is constantly incorporated into his body, turned into essence, and refined and absorbed.

On top of his head, a billowing gas column evaporates, condensing but not dispersing, like a wolf smoke.

A Hu was standing beside Yan Zhaoge, and he was alert to pay attention to the surroundings.

After a long time, Yan Zhaoge received the work, the steam on the head seemed to dissipate gradually, the green and red colors alternately circulating on his face also subsided, and the whole person returned to the original state.

In his eyes, the brilliance was unprecedentedly bright, but in a flash, he quickly became gentle and more restrained than before.

The only anomaly is in the hands of Yan Zhaoge, still faintly blue.

A Hu looked at Yan Zhaoge: "Son, your hand?"

Yan Zhaoge laughed: "It's okay, the essence of dragon's blood has not been completely refined, it will take some time, except for the appearance, it will not affect others."

"You try it too."

With that said, Yan Zhaoge continued to extract the essence of dragon blood from the remains of the ice dragon, and then did not refine it by himself, but transferred it to Ahu.

Ah Hu wondered, without changing his boldness, after absorbing the essence of dragon's blood, he began to try to refine it.

As a result, the pace is too big, and the martial arts studied are not like Yan Zhaoge's Promise Heavenly Book, which is good at all-inclusive. As a result, Ahu is covered by dragon blood, and the blue light is reflected.

Although he gradually refined and absorbed most of the essence of dragon's blood, without causing other adverse effects, Ahu was dumbfounded.

Yan Zhaoge looked at him, and his mouth twitched slightly: "... Fortunately, it's not green."