5064: C5064 Bloodline

C5064 Bloodline

The purple bamboo ancestral tree had already developed intelligence, which was something that Yang Bo and Senior Sheep had already known.

It was just that they did not expect that the Purple Bamboo Ancestral Tree would actually have ill intentions after staying here for so many years and wanted to return to Buddhism.

The Purple Bamboo Ancestral Tree finally opened its mouth and said: "Fellow Taoist Yang, show mercy! Show mercy!"

Yang Bo snorted coldly, "You know how to show mercy at this time?"

"When you attacked me just now, did you ever think that your actions would have a great impact on me?"

"If I were to go berserk because of this, how are you going to compensate me?"

The Purple Bamboo Ancestral Tree rustled, but there was no response.

Yang Bo said coldly: "I heard that if fresh bamboo is roasted by raging flames, it can produce bamboo, increase one's cultivation, and repair Spiritual Sense. Is there such a use?"

As he spoke, Yang Bo took out the Nine Serenities Yin Flame.

The dark green flames swayed as if they were about to be extinguished, but the purple bamboo tree could feel the scorching aura of the flames.

Spiritual Wood was naturally afraid of fire, and the Purple Bamboo Ancestral Tree was an eighth-grade Spiritual Wood. Facing the Nine Serenities Yin Flame, it also felt suffocated.

The Purple Bamboo Ancestral Tree hurriedly said: "Fellow Taoist Yang, why do I need you to do it now?"

"I'll send the fresh bamboo over immediately!"

"However, the water from the bamboo drips can nourish the Spiritual Sense. Fellow Taoist Yang's injuries are too severe, so I'm afraid it's just a drop in the bucket!"

Yang Bo said coldly, "Why aren't you delivering it yet?"

Yang Bo did not know the use of the fresh bamboo, so he was just spouting nonsense. He did not expect the fresh bamboo of the Purple Bamboo Ancestral Tree to actually have such an effect!

Very quickly, a cup made of purple bamboo landed in front of Yang Bo.

Yang Bo reached out and took the purple bamboo cup, placing it in front of him.

The Purple Bamboo Ancestral Tree stretched out a piece of paper and dropped it on the cup.

"Hualala!"

Threads of fresh bamboo were poured into the purple bamboo cup, and Yang Bo could smell a fragrance wafting towards him.

After the cup was filled, the purple bamboo tree retracted its bamboo branchs.

Yang Bo picked up the purple bamboo cup and drained it in one gulp.

This was the fresh juice of the Purple Bamboo Ancestor Tree, so the fragrance was extremely strong.

The fresh bamboo dripped down from his throat, and in an instant, a thin force spread out towards his four limbs.

This was the first time Yang Bo tasted the fresh bamboo. In the past, when he took medicinal pills, there would always be a strong force gushing out, and it was rarely as weak as the one in front of him.

However, after the Bamboo Pettigrew entered his body, it directly seeped into his soul, nourishing it.

This nourishing effect was very slow, but it felt very familiar. It was a kind of gentle nourishment that was silent.

Yang Bo suddenly opened his eyes, "Fellow Daoist Zi Zhu, give me another cup!"

The Purple Bamboo Ancestral Tree refused and said, "Fellow Daoist Yang, I don't have much bamboo in my body!"

A wisp of dark green flame appeared in Yang Bo's hand. The flame was cold and fierce, but it gave people a deep and serene feeling.

The Purple Bamboo Ancestral Tree immediately changed its tone: "Although it isn't much, it can still provide some!"

The purple bamboo cup in Yang Bo's hand was once again filled to the brim.

Yang Bo drank it all in one gulp. The bamboo drip entered his body and nourished his divine soul, causing his recovery speed to increase by quite a bit.

For the next few days, Yang Bo stayed in the nine-story pagoda. He drank the purple bamboo drip cup after cup.

The purple bamboo tree wanted to refuse, but it was unable to resist at all.

After all, the Nine Serenities Yin Flame in Yang Bo's hand could really burn it completely.

The Purple Bamboo Ancestral Tree knew very well that Yang Bo's soul had been injured, and this was a matter of life and death. Under such circumstances, it was understandable for Yang Bo to do anything.

Therefore, the Purple Bamboo Ancestral Tree could only do its best to provide the Purple Bamboo Patch.

After a few days, the Purple Bamboo Ancestral Tree had started to wither. Its leaves had dried up and its trunk had cracked due to lack of water.

Yang Bo's divine soul had finally recovered to a certain extent. Although it had not completely recovered, it had already made a lot of improvements compared to his hands.

Yang Bo noticed the condition of the purple bamboo ancestral tree and finally stopped cultivating.

Yang Bo raised his head and looked in the direction of Senior Sheep, "Did anything happen during this period of time?"

Senior Sheep shook her head, "Nothing."

"The White Snake said that if you wake up, he will let you go and find him."

"A new horn has appeared on the head of the white snake."

Yang Bo was stunned for a moment, "A horn on the white snake's head?"

"What's going on?"

Yang Bo's memories stopped at the scene when he pushed the white snake and the green dragon out, so he did not know that there was a horn on the head of the white snake.

Senior Sheep said: "The white snake swallowed the remaining energy of the explosion of the green dragon. Although it only has the remnant soul of the green dragon, for the white snake, it is already enough to transform into a Flood Dragon!"

"The bloodline of the white snake is definitely not as good as the bloodline of the green dragon. After the inferior bloodline devours the superior bloodline, it will evolve!"

Yang Bo frowned. "In other words, even though both the white snake and the Azure Dragon are at the Supreme Luo Golden Immortal Realm, if the two of them fight, the white snake will lose without a doubt?"

Senior Sheep nodded. "You can also say that!"

"For the human cultivators, having the power of the bloodline gives them greater talent. But for demonic beasts, the suppression effect created by the power of bloodline is the difference between the heaven and the earth!"

Yang Bo looked at Senior Sheep, and could not help but be surprised. This was the first time he had come into contact with such information.

Yang Bo opened his mouth and said, "If that's the case, then after the white snake refined the flood dragon's soul and grew a horn, its strength will also increase?"

Senior Sheep nodded, "Actually, the one who reaped the greatest harvest this time is the white snake!"

"You have to know that the white snake's bloodline is greatly suppressed in front of the azure dragon, and it can only use 50% of its strength!"

"This time, after refining the azure dragon's remnant soul, the white snake can use at least 80% of its strength in front of the azure dragon!"

Yang Bo asked: "So you mean to say that I have helped the White Snake a lot?"

Senior Sheep shook her head and said, "It also helped you!"2

Yang Bo laughed, "Senior Sheep, please rest assured, I will definitely not take credit for it!"

"When I see Senior White Snake, I will definitely be respectful!"

Senior Sheep nodded, "Your injuries have almost recovered. You can go and see the white snake now!"

Yang Bo nodded and walked out. He took a step forward and instantly stood outside the nine-storied pagoda.

Relying on the fresh bamboo of the Purple Bamboo Ancestral Tree, Yang Bo had restored eighty percent of his divine soul. Next, if he wanted to completely repair it, it would not be possible in a short period of time.

During this period of time, Yang Bo had consumed a large amount of fresh bamboo drip. Although most of the fresh bamboo drip had been refined by him, there was still some power remaining in his body, and he had not completely refined it.

Following that, as long as there was enough time, Yang Bo would be able to completely restore his soul and let himself fully recover.

Yang Bo looked into the distance and saw the black bear. He cupped his hands and said, "Please lead the way, Fellow Daoist Black Bear. I want to pay my respects to Senior White Snake!"

The black bear nodded, "Follow me!"

The bronze mine was full of the power of the Metal Laws, and the Metal Laws criss-crossed each other. Even when walking, one had to pay special attention to their safety.

Perhaps, the power of the Metal Laws would surge over, and the power of the Metal Laws would slash onto the cultivator's body and kill him!

Chapter 9 - The Killing Intent of the Metal Law

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