NABC Chapter 667
Chapter 667
"Lin'er, please go back first and wait for my notification."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot like a ghost, leaving Zhao Lin standing there with a confused and puzzled look on his face.
At this moment, Zhao Hong was alone in the room, his face full of fear.
He clearly felt that the cultivation in his body was slowly dissipating like a trickle of water, but fortunately, the speed of dissipation was not very fast.
With his current profound cultivation foundation at the peak of the middle stage of the sixth level of Xuanshen, it would take at least one day for him to fall to the fifth level of Xuanshen.
But what kind of strange situation is this inexplicably appearing negative effect of the wish-power beads?
Zhao Hong's heart was full of doubts and anxieties, but he had no time to think about it at the moment. He could only rely on his own strong cultivation foundation and use all his strength to circulate his spiritual power, trying to refine this dissipated power and stabilize his own realm.
In the cave, Han Changkong was immersed in cultivation while always paying attention to the changes in Zhao Hong's energy bar.
I couldn't help but marvel in my heart:
"This Xuanshen realm is truly powerful. Half an hour has passed, and this energy bar has barely fluctuated. It's like a bottomless ocean, unshakable."
After a moment, he checked his own cultivation status again and was secretly delighted:
"At this rate, I will definitely be able to successfully advance to the sixth level of the Divine Man realm in a day. This will put me at the peak of the mid-stage Divine Man realm!"
But in a flash, Han Changkong calmed down, and his thoughts turned rapidly:
No, we must not rush this matter. Zhao Lin and Zhao Hong must be in cahoots, and they already have murderous intentions towards me.
If I continue to break through one level a day like this, I will definitely attract the covetousness and calculations of high-level gods.
But I can't let Zhao Hong attack me without any scruples. After all, if he uses all his strength, and if he is not careful, he will be seriously injured or even die. Wouldn't that be a huge loss for me?
Furthermore, there is another possibility. Once Zhao Hong acts rashly, with his powerful strength as a mysterious god, perhaps both he and I will be doomed.
After all, the power of a monk's attack often far exceeds the limit of his physical endurance.
Thinking of this, Han Changkong made a prompt decision and immediately paused his cultivation process.
He then used a secret technique to extract his own blood essence, spiritual power, and original power, and began to refine the Blood Source Pill.
This pill is a rare treasure, and it has extraordinary effects on improving cultivation and strengthening the body.
Time flows slowly, and before you know it, the dawn of the next morning quietly falls.
Han Changkong stared at the hundreds of blood source pills emitting a faint halo in front of him, and glanced at Zhao Hong's energy bar, and couldn't help but click his tongue:
"This old fellow's background is truly profound. He tossed around all night and only consumed less than a tenth of his energy. It seems this old fox will be in seclusion to recover for a while and won't have time to worry about me. Great! I'll adjust my training rhythm to once every three months, and draw on his energy every night to refine the Blood Source Pill. After all, the story of advancing two levels in three months has probably spread like wildfire within the sect. Changing it to one level in three months shouldn't arouse too much suspicion. Even if someone does, I'm a genius, so do I need to explain myself?"
Han Changkong knew very well that in this divine realm, the gap between each level was like a chasm, and the difference between the great realms was even more like the difference between heaven and earth, difficult to cross.
Even if he has extraordinary strength, if he encounters a strong man at the level of a god, he will probably be killed instantly.
This was completely different from when he was in the mortal world. In the mortal world, he could easily suppress the foundation-building cultivators with his cultivation level of great perfection in Qi Refining.
"However, fortunately, I have this Blood Source Pill with me. Even if I can't defeat a powerful god, with my forged physique and resilient spirit, it shouldn't be difficult for me to escape unscathed."
Han Changkong pondered in his heart, then reached out and grabbed a handful of blood source pills, stuffed them into his mouth without hesitation, and after savoring them carefully, he nodded with satisfaction:
"Well, not bad. This pill is really reliable. It has no additives and no side effects. It's worthy of my all-night effort to make it."