The Dragon Blood Pool.
At that moment, Xia Ping sat cross-legged in the very center of the pool, meditating.
Splash!
As he circulated the Pure Yang Indestructible Art, the pores across his body devoured everything like countless gigantic beasts. Vast quantities of dragon blood surged through his pores and flooded his limbs and bones.
"So hot!"
Xia Ping immediately felt an energy of extreme heat pour into his body. It was as if Dragon Fire were scorching him, and molten lava were flowing through his meridians. His entire body felt as though it were about to burn up.
If an ordinary martial artist dared to devour dragon blood like this, its overbearing power would consume them completely and burn them to ashes in a single second.
Dragon blood was precious, but not everyone could enjoy its benefits.
Of course, to Xia Ping, who had condensed the Hell Golden Crow Body, the dragon blood's overbearing power was nothing. The moment it entered his body, it was devoured by his Hell Golden Crow Bloodline.
After entering his body, the dragon blood seemed to gain a life of its own. It transformed into countless little crimson dragons, winding through Xia Ping's extraordinary blood vessels and meridians.
There were more than a million of these little crimson dragons.
As Xia Ping circulated the Pure Yang Indestructible Art, his Hell Golden Crow Bloodline trembled. A phantom of the Hell Golden Crow took shape inside him. It threw back its head and let out a long cry, then swallowed the little crimson dragons whole, its might unmatched.
"What rich energy."
After devouring the energy in the dragon blood, Xia Ping felt the magic power deep within his Purple Mansion increase wildly. Before long, liquid magic power filled the vast space of his Purple Mansion, bringing it