The chalcedony pill is really effective, and Lu Youlong's life is no longer in danger. Wandong's tense heartstrings finally relaxed. His eyes turned to Xiao Zhenwei and Ping Wu Niang. This time, it was really thanks to them that they stepped forward at the last moment and snatched back the last glimmer of life for Lu Youlong. Without them, Lu Youlong's ending was really unpredictable.
Devouring the core of the Nine Nether Yin Fire Dragon has indeed greatly improved Dinglong's ability, but the chalcedony grass that has been nurtured for three thousand years is not so easy to refine and requires time.
"Hehe... little brother!" Xiao Zhenwei rubbed his hands and walked over with a sneer on his face. It seemed that he wanted to say something, but couldn't, and his expression was very tangled.
How could Wan Dong not understand what he was thinking? Unable to bear the embarrassment for him, he smiled slightly and waved to Dinglong.
Dinglong was thinking about Yinglong's inner core now. He was somewhat reluctant to Wandong's move, but he didn't dare to make too many mistakes. After circling in mid-air, he flew over through the air. .
The Immortal Ancestor was an alchemist by birth, so he was naturally the absolute idol in the minds of Ling Yuanjie, Xiao Zhenwei, and Ping Wuniang. Facing the tripod dragon, for them, is like a monk facing the Buddha's relics. That mood and feeling are difficult to describe in words.
Looking at the cauldron within reach, Xiao Zhenwei and Ping Wuniang were so excited that they burst into tears. Especially Ping Wuniang, who couldn't help but cover her mouth and sob softly.
"Wu Niang, this... this is the cauldron!" Xiao Zhenwei stared at the cauldron without daring to blink. The shock and excitement revealed in his words were almost beyond compare.
How could Ping Wuniang be able to say anything at this time? He just kept nodding, as if he was asking her to die at this moment, and she would have no complaints, let alone any regrets.
Wandong thought for a while, and suddenly stretched out his hand to Dinglong. Dinglong had grown up to this point and had extraordinary spirituality. He understood it without Wandong opening his mouth. He let out a low dragon roar from his mouth, and his figure slowly retreated a little. Reluctance was clearly written in his eyes.
Xiao Zhenwei and Heping Wu Niang immediately caught Dinglong's emotion. Xiao Zhenwei turned to look at Wandong in surprise and asked, "Little brother, what are you..."
Wandong frowned and said with some displeasure, "This guy is getting more and more stingy. I wanted him to donate two dragon scales to the two seniors as a souvenir, but he didn't want to. It's really unreasonable." !”
"Ah!?" When Wandong said this, Xiao Zhenwei and Ping Wuniang's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.
Asking a dragon to offer its dragon scales, Wandong couldn't help but say so. What is the difference between this and asking a person to donate human skin? What if you try being Yinglong instead? Wan Dong had already been beaten into a pulp with one claw.
"No, no, no... no, no, we are lucky enough to see Dinglong once in this life, so how dare we have such evil thoughts?" Xiao Zhenwei said hurriedly, waving his hands.
Ping Wuniang's thoughts were obviously similar to his, and she kept nodding from the side. Although Dinglong is the magical weapon of the Immortal Ancestor, it is also the representative of the Immortal Ancestor. Offending it is equivalent to offending the Immortal Ancestor. How could they have such courage
Wandong smiled and said, "This guy's dragon scales contain the fire of the Cauldron Dragon, which will be of great benefit to your alchemy. Do you really not want it?"
"Cauldron's Fire!?" Xiao Zhenwei and Ping Wu Niang looked at each other and gasped involuntarily. A strong sense of hope erupted from their eyes like a volcano.
The Cauldron's Fire is equivalent to a divine weapon for alchemists, and its allure is beyond imagination. As long as Xiao Zhenwei and Heping Wuniang are not saints, there is absolutely no reason why they should not be tempted.
Seeing this, Wandong smiled and said, "You must know Ling Yuanjie, the supreme elder of the Ling family, right?"
"Ling Yuanjie!?" When Wan Dong mentioned this name, Xiao Zhenwei's white eyebrows suddenly wrinkled, with a clear look of disdain and hostility in his eyes. He subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Ping Wuniang.
Ping Wuniang's expression immediately became a little unnatural, and her eyes darted around, refusing to look at Xiao Zhenwei. This slightly weird atmosphere immediately made Wan Dong think of a possibility. He couldn't help but feel a little funny, but after thinking about it, he felt relieved. Old seniors like Xiao Zhenwei and Ping Wuniang naturally had their moments when Meng Lang was young.
"What's wrong with him?" Xiao Zhenwei snorted and asked.
"He has already taken a Cauldron Dragon Scale from me. You..."
"What!? Little brother, how could you give the Dinglong dragon scales to that person? That person is nothing, this is blasphemy against the Dinglong!" Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhenwei immediately became excited and kept waving his hands.
Wandong didn't speak, just looked at him quietly. After a while, Xiao Zhenwei calmed down and looked at Wandong. He opened and closed his mouth, with a look of "I love you so much that it's hard to express it in my heart." appearance.
Wan Dong nodded clearly, turned around and glared at Ding Long, and said in a deep voice, "Don't be stingy. One core of Ying Long is enough for you to regenerate hundreds of dragon scales. Why should you be stingy with just two pieces? Bring it here." !”
Wandong refused to coddle Dinglong any longer, and his tone became more severe. Dinglong finally gave in. A white light flashed from his body, and two palm-sized colorful dragon scales floated in front of Wan Dong.
"Little brother, how can you tell us to thank you for such a precious thing?" Xiao Zhenwei held the dragon scales that exuded the divine light, and his excitement and touch were all written on his face. A senior man with a great reputation who made people look up to him, now felt doubly embarrassed in front of a young man named Wandong.
"Hahaha... What are you saying thank you for? Xiao Lang is my sworn brother, and you are like my biological grandfather. A grandson respects his grandfather, should a grandfather still be grateful?"
"Are you Lang'er's sworn brother?" When Wan Dong said these words, Xiao Feifei couldn't help but exclaimed, and then suddenly said, "No wonder you called me aunt as soon as you saw me. I dare to love you from Lang'er." It was discussed there.”
Wan Dong smiled and nodded, and now Xiao Zhenwei felt at ease. He winked at Ping Wuniang and said with a smile: "Since it is our grandson who honors us, let's accept it!"
Ping Wuniang was also feeling a little uneasy. After hearing what Xiao Zhenwei said, her uneasiness immediately eased a lot. She was about to nod when she suddenly woke up, glared at Xiao Zhenwei fiercely, took a sip and said, "Old man Thing, who are you...'we'? If you dare to take advantage of me, I think you want to be beaten!"
Even though Ping Wuniang sounded fierce, Wan Dong could tell that Ping Wuniang must be happy in her heart. Xiao Zhenwei and Ping Wu Niang were supposed to be a perfect match, but unfortunately, due to various fates, they have not been able to hold hands until now. I hope the two of them can be in peace and spend a wonderful old age together hand in hand.
Two more dragon scales were stripped away by Wan Dong Shengsheng. The Dinglong had some objections to Wan Dong and was too lazy to talk to him anymore. The dragon's body shook and flew straight towards Yinglong's body. With one claw, Yinglong's inner core immediately fell into its claws.
Judging from the core of this Yinglong alone, the realm of this Yinglong is indeed lower than the Nine Nether Yin Fire Dragon. In comparison, the core is smaller, and its luster is not as bright as the core of the Nine Nether Yin Fire Dragon, but the spiritual energy contained in it is also very powerful. At least this can be judged from the shocked eyes of Xiao Zhenwei and Ping Wu Niang.
After taking Yinglong's core, Dinglong didn't even say hello to Wandong. With a roar, he got back into Wandong's body. It is hard to imagine that a hundred-foot-long mad dragon could be hidden in a person's body. This is the mystery of the magic weapon!
"Little brother… "
Xiao Zhenwei seemed to have something to say, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Wandong with a wave of his hand. Wandong smiled and said, "Grandpa Xiao, I have already said that Xiao Lang and I are sworn brothers, that is, your grandson. You're just a little brother, so why don't you just call me by my name Yaoting?"
"Okay! Yaoting, it stands to reason that with the Cauldron Dragon's Fire, we should be satisfied, but for us alchemists, top alchemy materials have also been missed. Can you see if we can respond accordingly? Get something from the dragon’s body..."
"What's so difficult about this? Whatever you want, just take it!" Wandong said cheerfully before Xiao Zhenwei finished speaking.
"Then...then you're welcome!" Xiao Zhenwei and Ping Wu Niang looked at each other with great joy, and hurriedly rushed to Ying Long's body.
"Yaoting, Yinglong is different from other dragon species. Dragon blood is very precious. After drinking it, not only can you temper your body, but it can also improve your cultivation. Don't miss it." Seeing that Wandong didn't move, it seemed Xiao Zhenwei reminded him that he was not interested in the dragon's corpse at all.
"Improve your cultivation?" Wandong's heart suddenly shook.
The series of events that happened recently made Wan Dong deeply realize that his cultivation level was still too low. In today's tumultuous situation, it would be difficult for him to make a difference based on his cultivation. Among the many problems before him, the most urgent one was to improve his cultivation.
"Of course!" Xiao Zhenwei nodded and responded, taking out a dark green dagger and making a seven-inch cut at the lower end of Ying Long Ni Lin. Ping Wuniang cooperated very well and handed over a small porcelain bottle at the right time. Within a moment, the bottle was filled.
Xiao Zhenwei turned his hand and handed it to Wandong, saying, "You are now at the peak of the Earth Wheel, and Yinglong's blood is the most effective for you. Come and give it a try and see if you can break through to the Heavenly Grid Realm!"
Wandong nodded, tilted his neck, and poured the small bottle of dragon blood into his throat.
Wandong didn't feel the smell of blood at all in his imagination. Instead, it was like drinking a glass of nectar, and his lips, teeth, and throats were filled with a sweetness and a mellow fragrance that made people feel... Some people can't stop and want to kill all the fine wines in the world.
The dragon's blood entered Wan Dong's abdomen from his mouth and throat. That feeling was like a little sun rising in the belly. A warm feeling spread in Wandong's body in a matter of seconds, seeping into all the limbs and bones... (To be continued)