After seeing Han Hao off, Jin Feng looked at the box in Chen Feng's hand: "Master, what is this?"
"I don't know either." It's not that Chen Feng doesn't want to tell him, but that he really doesn't know.
Just now, while the two of them were out, he thought about whether they could open the bottle. As a result, when he touched the bottle, the cold feeling was even more intense, and he even wanted to spread throughout his body.
This made Chen Feng understand that his cultivation was not enough, and forcibly opening the bottle would only cause trouble for himself.
At the same time, this bottle also reveals a message, that is, there are unknown levels above innate perfection.
Chen Feng couldn't explain clearly, and Jin Feng did not continue to ask questions and continued to practice.
After staring at the iron box on the table for a long time, Chen Feng put away the box, which was also considered a surprise.
As for what this bottle does, I will know one day, and I don’t rush to do this.
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At the same time, the blood pool in the God-killing Ridge began to boil, and the Gu immortal who was practicing was awakened. Then she closed her eyes and continued to practice.
As time passed, the blood pool boiled even more violently, and there was no intention of stopping. The Gu Xian was worried.
Although there were several times before, the blood pool was so boiling that it stopped shortly after. Now it has been almost half an hour and it has not yet weakened.
"Jia Jia." The Gu Xian stared at the blood cocoon above the blood pool, afraid that something would happen.
She wanted to get close, and an invisible aura shook, which made the Gu Xian feel like she wanted to kneel down.
"How could this...this...this is impossible!" Feeling the aura, Gu Xian widened his eyes and stared at the blood cocoon wrapped in Li Jiajia.
The pressure just now seemed to come from the suppression deep in the soul bloodline, making her uncontrollably want to surrender to Li Jiajia.
The most important thing is that this pressure is exactly the same as the one on the portrait of the God of War Mountain.
Now the Gu Xian is becoming more and more certain that this place is inseparable from the War God Mountain, and even Li Jiajia has something to do with her.
To be honest, when Gu Xian saw Li Jiajia, he felt a little intimate and wanted to help her and took her away.
"Jia Jia, what is your relationship with God-Slaying Ridge?" Gu Xian murmured to himself, looking at the boiling pool of blood.
The sound of "cracking" is endless. It is the blood cocoon that wraps Li Jiajia breaking, and countless blood clots are falling down, disappearing without a trace in the blood pool.
After the previous few boils, the blood cocoon that wrapped Li Jiajia has become perfect.
The blood that had been absorbed in essence fell from the blood cocoon and returned to the blood pool again. With the help of the power of the formation, the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth of the bathroom continued to wait for their masters again.
With the sound of breaking this time, no blood flew up to fill the blood cocoon.
"It's done." Gu Xian looked at the Blood Cocoon with some excitement, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.
The blood clot fell more quickly, and ripples appeared on the blood pool.
As the blood cocoon fell, a pair of slender, slender, smooth and shiny legs appeared in Gu Xian's sight.
The cold moonlight hit the legs and shone slightly.
Gradually, more and more exposed parts were exposed, and Yingying's slender waist, proud snow peaks, and exquisite collarbone were exposed little by little.