In the old man's withered blood, a large amount of previously aged flesh and blood was eroded, absorbed, and turned into nutrients for new blood to transform and strengthen himself.

They split again and again, increased in number, and became denser and denser, quickly occupying every part of Linggui Taoist's body.

A large number of aging and exhausted organs begin to shrink and become smaller.

Then the rotten parts of flesh and blood were absorbed and transformed into nutrients, strengthening the drop of blood released by Zhang Rongfang.

More than ten minutes later.

The turtle has become thinner as a whole.

But when he opened his eyes, the original darkness in his eyes turned completely bright. A lifelike look was constantly flowing in his eyes.

"I...this is!

?”

"Congratulations." Zhang Rongfang stood in front of him. "You have truly stepped into the edge of immortality!"

From beginning to end, he witnessed with his own eyes how powerful a drop of his own blood was.

Although by now, the drop of blood in the turtle's body has been diluted countless times by division, and the vitality contained in it has been reduced a lot.

But it still has the characteristic of devouring flesh and blood to strengthen itself.

With the blood concentration of the spirit turtle, it probably wouldn't have the terrifying recovery power of Ding Yu.

But enough is enough....

"I... unexpectedly!?" The spirit turtle stood up, and its legs that had shrunk just now returned to normal, only becoming thinner.

A strong desire for flesh and blood came to his heart.

"Try to see if there are any changes in your body?" Zhang Rongfang observed the turtle with a critical attitude.

The turtle was surprised and happy. He could move his limbs freely at this moment. He had never felt so healthy.

However, that desire for blood was rushing into his heart crazily.

"Blood...I want to drink blood!?"

A large amount of saliva is secreted, and the clarity in the turtle's eyes gradually weakens.

Zhang Rongfang thought for a moment, then suddenly reached out to grab his arm, jumped up, and was out of the Taoist Palace in a blink of an eye.

He did not stay, left Fushan City and came to the nearby suburban woodland.

Soon he caught a stray old wolf, broke its neck and threw it to the turtle.

The old man, who was on the verge of death just now, immediately grabbed the wolf carcass with agility that ordinary people could not imagine, opened his mouth and attached it to its throat to suck.

"Sure enough..." Zhang Rongfang's heart sank.

At the moment when the opponent started sucking blood, the turtle's attributes had changed dramatically in the attribute column.

‘Linggui Taoist – HP 12-82.

Special talent: Vampire (can quickly recover from injuries by sucking living blood. The more living blood is sucked, the closer the physical quality is to the ancestor, and the longer the life span).’

In Zhang Rongfang's field of vision, the turtle's lower health limit began to increase rapidly as it accelerated its blood-sucking.

In just a few seconds, it reached thirty points. Then the wolf corpse was sucked dry and thrown away casually.

‘Isn’t this a zombie or a vampire...?’ Zhang Rongfang was finally convinced.

Looking at the spirit turtle in front of him, he had an incomprehensible look in his eyes.

As the vampire talent appeared in the attribute column, he finally understood what his flesh-and-blood complement was actually about.

He looked at his attribute column again, with a clear understanding of the turtle's attributes.

His own attributes have also undergone subtle changes.

The flesh-and-blood complement item disappeared immediately and became a new trait talent.

'Blood Ancestor (a mutated individual derived from the influence of the Blood God, which can swallow the blood of external living creatures, recover injuries, and strengthen itself. It can also develop additional blood descendants and form a group.)'

In the trait talent column, the previous flesh and blood complement has been completely replaced by the four words Blood Ancestor.

Zhang Rongfang's heart was complicated and inexplicable.

He was a little lucky at first, thinking that Ding Yu didn't show any traces of blood-sucking after being transformed.

But now it seems that it was not discovered before, and Ding Yu's blood concentration should be too high, and there are not many people who need flesh and blood to supplement it, so it is okay...

But what the Taoist Spirit Turtle in front of him only got is a drop of his own blood. If he wants to go further in the future, he will need to complete a lot of flesh and blood. He will follow the same old path he took... And this is not the same virtue as the vampire zombies.

?

While Zhang Rongfang was worried, the old Linggui on the other side was obviously much younger, and the wrinkles on his face had also faded a lot.

Like a young man, he ran around in circles, jumped and climbed trees, feeling the changes in his body as he grew stronger.

He shouted and laughed, with unprecedented joy and excitement in his heart! He was venting his depression and fear of death approaching step by step for decades.

"Try punching the tree trunk with all your strength." Zhang Rongfang suddenly said.

"Okay!" Taoist Linggui stopped, nodded, took a deep breath, picked up the Yue Xingfu, which was half-familiar with Taoism, and hit the tree trunk on the side hard with one palm.

Peng.

The tree trunk was actually dented with a palm print, and the bark was broken and spattered.

This powerful power made Taoist Linggui himself stunned for a moment.

"This...!? This...is simply...!?" He didn't know how to describe his feelings at this time. You must know that he has never practiced martial arts at all! He is a pure martial arts monk!

"That's all right...from now on...be careful not to suck human blood, and don't eat all the blood when you take it. You can take it slowly." Zhang Rongfang had a complicated heart and gave a few words of advice.

"Yes!" Taoist Linggui didn't feel anything at all. Being able to survive was more important than anything else!

"Next, I need to ensure that my stronghold has sufficient basic supplies. Do you have any suggestions?" Zhang Rongfang asked.

"Since Daozi has such a powerful ability! Why don't you just go around and lead geniuses to enter the immortal way!? As long as there are enough people in the immortal way, even the red scarf thugs can't do it!"

After personally experiencing the powerful resilience of the blood descendant, the spirit turtle looked full of energy and now looked like an ordinary man in his sixties, much younger than before.

"I just want to protect myself and the people around me." Zhang Rongfang shook his head slightly.

"So, the old Taoist understands. Then choose a strong master with the same idea to guide him into the immortal way." Linggui said.

"Where is such a master?" Zhang Rongfang asked.

"Of course it is not possible for all religions to worship gods, but what about the extreme realm?"

"The Ji Realm is not possible for the time being..." Zhang Rongfang shook his head. He had also thought about this, but the Ji Realm was mysterious, unpredictable, and extremely unstable, so it was not suitable for him to develop into a subordinate.

"Is this so?" Linggui thought for a moment, "There are also a group of people who have the same ideas as you and meet the conditions. It just depends on whether you are willing."

"Oh? Tell me." Zhang Rongfang also thought of a possibility.

He actually doesn't want to create a large number of such blood descendants, but... the situation is stronger than the people. Facing the Red Scarf Army, he needs a strong enough team that is completely under his control.

but....

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In Fushan City, the Huang family.

Huang Chongxi, the head of the Huang family, is now over 80 years old. He was keen on practicing martial arts in his later years. However, due to limited qualifications, he started practicing too late. Even if he had a lot of precious medicinal materials to nourish him, it would be too late.

He is now eighty-nine years old and is about to reach the last step of his life.

Huang Chongxi practiced martial arts at a young age and had outstanding talent. His martial arts and sword skills once reached the level of foreign medicine. Later, due to the failure of the sect, he returned to the family. Later, he sent his children to go out to study martial arts, and he gradually retreated into the background, and his martial arts was only at the eighth level.

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The sky was dark at this time.

Huang Chongxi sat quietly on the rocking chair in his study, looking hard at the book in his hand with his cloudy old eyes.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the window in the study room shook, and two gray figures suddenly entered and stood still.

"Are you Huang Chongxi?"

Huang Chongxi suddenly raised his head, and his heart froze. Even he, who was at the eighth level, could not clearly see the opponent's movement speed.

"I'm an old man, but I don't know what the purpose of these two masters is here?" He stood up from the chair and asked with cupped hands.

"Do you want to live forever?" The person in front suddenly said.

Huang Chongxi's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a vague sense of expectation welling up in his heart.

Ten minutes later.

In a barren mountain, there is a ruined temple that is overgrown with weeds and is about to be desolate and abandoned.

An old monk with white eyebrows looked at the two figures that appeared in front of him in astonishment.
To be continued...