"I'm afraid it will be very difficult to cure your master."

Zhao Yun withdrew his hand and spoke with sincerity.

The old Taoist Youyou didn't talk nonsense, and casually stuffed Zhao Yun into a storage bag, which was filled with immortal stones, as well as spells, elixirs, weapons, and secret treasures. Silence is better than sound, and these are all rewards.

"It's not a big deal."

Zhao Yun rolled up his sleeves. He was not greedy for money, but mainly because he was willing to help others. .??.

He sacrificed his origin, drowned the purple-haired woman, and had cured the Heavenly Clan's Holy Son. He was familiar with this matter, but he was not lying. It was indeed extremely difficult to correct this person's bloodline disorder.

"Take it easy."

The old man Youyou put his hands in his hands and just stared at them, occasionally glancing at Zhao Yun.

To be honest, I don't think Tian is too arrogant to let this guy go out for a walk and do things everywhere, such as massacring Liao Yang or making a big fuss in the mines. Aren't you afraid that someone will take care of you halfway?

Zhao Yun stopped being amused and concentrated on treating people.

The rejection of three bloodlines is much more fierce than two.

Even if he has the origin of the Holy Spirit, it is difficult to perfectly blend it.

This is a time-consuming technical job.

He didn't dare to be careless, otherwise the three bloodlines might have a collective backlash.

"what!"

"What are you doing!"

Here, Old Taoist Youyou has pressed the roc. To put it nicely, it is borrowing something. To put it bluntly, it is to bleed. Golden-winged rocs are not common, and it is rare to see one alive and kicking. It is necessary to bleed some blood.

Poor Dapeng! He hasn't gotten up since he was pinned down.

The old man Youyou still wanted to show off his face, bleeding someone, and not forgetting to seal a red envelope.

"Don't worry about the details."

"Fuck your grandma."

One person is a bird, one is smiling, and the other is furious.

It's thanks to Dapeng's low cultivation level, otherwise he would have torn this guy to pieces.

"Old man, stop talking nonsense."

Zhao Yun called out, his tone urgent.

It's not surprising that he was like this, it was just because the sealed purple-haired woman showed signs of being broken.

Old Taoist Youyou hurriedly stepped forward and offered hundreds of talismans.

The purple-haired woman became depressed, but blood continued to bleed from the corner of her mouth.

The three blood vessels were colliding, and the power of the blood vessels was extremely restless, even damaging her body and foundation. If things continued like this, she might have been wiped out by the blood backlash before she woke up.

"I said, can you do it?" Old Taoist Youyou looked at Zhao Yun.

"Just keep an eye on her." Zhao Yun's origin surged and enveloped the purple-haired woman.

The old Taoist Youyou got closer, and Zhao Yun didn't need to say anything, he would have stared at the master. It was like an operation, the patient just lay there calmly, but if he moved erratically, the situation would get out of hand.

I have to say that the Holy Spirit is indeed very strange and has miraculous power.

With the continuous influx of Zhao Yun's origin, the three bloodlines of the purple-haired woman have really stopped a lot. Although they are still repelling and colliding with each other, the number of backlashes has become less and less.

Her cheeks were rosy, but Zhao Yun's face was quite pale.

Technical work! Not only does it consume a lot of energy and blood, it also consumes a lot of one’s true power.

The old man Youyou was quite decent, crushing pills more than once to make supplies for Zhao Yun.

"We have to pay more." Zhao Yun said reluctantly.

"Add, must add." Old Daoist Youyou smiled and explained very well why people feel refreshed during happy events. Isn't it a happy event that Master's condition has improved?

If he really cured his master, he would be willing to lose his entire family.

Mr. Zhao is useless if he is not in good shape, all he gets is dry stuff.

The so-called dry goods are the eternal origin and powerful refinement.

"phoenix

If Yin returns, some forces may suffer." Yun Yan said suddenly.

Zhao Yun heard clearly that Feng Yin should be the name of the purple-haired woman.

As for certain forces! I don’t know which ones they are, but there should be no Daluo Immortal Sect.

If he was truly an enemy, Old Daoist Youyou would not find him.

When night fell again, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The three bloodlines are no longer exclusive, and have begun to merge under the coordination of the eternal source.

The most difficult period has passed, and what remains is only a matter of time.

Looking at the sleeping Feng Yin, there is less pain on her cheeks and more tranquility and serenity.

In addition, it is the fragmented bloodline phenomenon that is reorganized in the process of evolution.

If you listen carefully, you can also hear the sounds of the ancient Tao, which is a very wonderful Tao.

On the second day, Feng Yin's hair faded into red.

Dapeng had a curious look on his face and scanned it in circles, almost falling on someone's face.

Mr. Zhao knew very well that this was the original color of her hair. It was only because of her blood that it turned purple. Now that she has returned to her original state, the fusion of blood is no longer a problem.

When it comes to fusion, the bloodline of Master Youyou is really domineering.

Here, Zhao Yun and Dapeng both felt deeply, and the distance was extremely depressing.

"Another bloodline that is not tolerated by heaven and earth?" Zhao Yun muttered to himself.

Only then did he realize that Feng Yin's injuries were not all from her bloodline, but also from injuries from the law. If this was also a disease, then she would be the same as the prehistoric body.

The difference is that her injuries were not as heavy as before, and she could probably recover even without the longevity secret.

If that doesn't work, then join the Daluo Immortal Sect.

If he were a member of his own family, Bu Nian Tian would not hesitate to teach him the secret of longevity.

"It's done." Old Daoist Youyou was very excited.

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The master's bloodline does not need to be reconciled, and it cannot stop the trend of fusion.

Let’s just say it! This kid is not simple. He is not only a baby, but also a blessed general.

On the second day and night, Zhao Yun really stopped.

He was so exhausted that he collapsed to the ground.

"Thank you, little friend."

Although Feng Yin didn't wake up, one word resounded loudly.

It is true that the bloodlines have been fused, but her transformation has not yet been completed.

"There's no need to thank you. Just ask your disciple to seal me a big red envelope." Zhao Yunzheng'er said, Dapeng had lost so much blood, he had to get some tonic for the bird.

The old master Youyou was really filial. He didn't need the master to say anything, so he stuffed Zhao Yun with another storage bag. He was in a good mood, and he was generous with his money. It was really a big red envelope.

"See you."

Zhao Yun was not polite and slipped into the eternal world.

Without delay, he swallowed two pills, turned around and left, rushing to Kunlun.

"Do you have an invitation?" came the mysterious words from behind.

"I forgot about this." Zhao Yun turned back, rubbed his hands, and looked at Old Dao Youyou with a smile on his face. If this old man dared to say this, he probably had an invitation to the Kunlun event in his hand.

Since it's a grand event, you can't get in without an invitation.

"I spent a lot of effort to get it, and I give it to you." Old Daoist Youyou waved his sleeves and the invitation was hanging in the air. Originally, he wanted to join in the Kunlun event and find the Kunlun Immortal Lord to save his master.

Unexpectedly, he bumped into Zhao Yun on the way and helped the master fuse his bloodline.

In this case, it doesn’t matter if you don’t go to the Kunlun Festival, they are all pretenders and get angry after seeing too much.
Chapter completed!