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At that moment, the calm soul liquid in the bone bottle suddenly became restless and flew out of the bone bottle. It froze in the air and turned into a flood dragon made of soul liquid.    

    

When the flood dragon was formed, even if it was just a soul liquid, it could still recognize Lin Hao, its great enemy.    

    

"Roar!"    

    

Invisible ripples spread out from the Flood Dragon's mouth, bombarding Lin Hao's body and causing waves in his soul.    

    

The Flood Dragon was worthy of being called a Flood Dragon. Even though it had already turned into a soul liquid, it still looked majestic and majestic, giving Lin Hao a powerful soul pressure.    

    

This point was enough to tell the difference between the Demonic Beast and the Spirit Transformation. Even after being burned by the Ancient Spiritual Fire, the Flood Dragon that had turned into a soul liquid still looked majestic and majestic.    

    

However, whether it was alive or dead, how could Lin Hao be afraid of this Flood Dragon? Even when it was alive, it was still able to force the Flood Dragon to death, let alone after it died.    

    

"Hmph! A mere dead creature, how dare you be so impudent!"    

    

Lin Hao coldly harrumphed. His body was glowing with a faint fluorescent light, and he used his powerful soul to ram into the Flood Dragon.    

    

What a joke! Even if it was a Flood Dragon, it could only admit defeat when it compared the strength of its soul with Lin Hao's!    

    

Lin Hao's soul pressure collided with the Flood Dragon. In just an instant, the Flood Dragon let out a sorrowful cry. Its huge body suddenly shrunk by half, and a drop of crystal clear soul liquid was extracted from the Flood Dragon's body.    

    

This was the purest Flood Dragon soul liquid, and it no longer contained any consciousness.    

    

Lin Hao waved his hand and dripped this drop of soul liquid onto the Dragon Cry Sword. Suddenly, a quiet flame that seemed to be motionless appeared in Lin Hao's hand.    

    

As the Genuine Qi was inserted into it, the Ancient Spiritual Fire instantly expanded, and a huge sea of fire swallowed the Dragon Cry Sword. In an instant, the entire Dragon Cry Sword turned extremely red, as if it was going to melt in the next second.    

    

Without any hesitation, Lin Hao dripped the drop of soul liquid onto the Dragon Cry Sword.    

    

When this drop of Flood Dragon Soul Liquid dripped onto the Dragon Cry Sword, it was instantly vaporized. Without any resistance, it turned into an endless amount of steam. It stagnated on the sword hilt of the Dragon Cry Sword and was slowly absorbed by the Dragon Cry Sword.    

    

In the blink of an eye, a layer of faint light appeared on the sword hilt of the Dragon Cry Sword. The Flood Dragon Soul Liquid had already been poured into the sword, and the Dragon Cry Sword began a new transformation.    

    

As long as all the Soul Liquid was poured into the Dragon Cry Sword, the Dragon Cry Sword's first Spirit Transformation would succeed.    

    

"Roar!"    

    

He could feel his soul being refined and transferred into his weapon. At the same time, Lin Hao suddenly heard the frenzied roar of a Flood Dragon coming from above his soul.    

    

Even though it was already a soul body, the Flood Dragon could still feel its endless fear. If it didn't run away now, it was afraid that it would be completely annihilated along with its soul, and there would be no chance for it to live any longer.    

    

Lin Hao coldly glanced at the Flood Dragon. He looked at the Flood Dragon rolling and crashing in the air, but it was knocked out by an invisible barrier.    

    

In fact, the Flood Dragon's soul liquid had always been in this bone bottle. It wasn't a human's means to escape from this place in the form of soul liquid.    

    

"No need to struggle. Be obedient and become the soul of my sword and fight for the glory of ten thousand lives with me!"    

    

Lin Hao sent out a powerful soul pressure once again. In an instant, the phantom Flood Dragon that was floating in the air shrunk once again, and a drop of pure soul liquid appeared in Lin Hao's hand.    

    

"Roar!"    

    

The flood dragon let out a miserable roar as it madly attacked, but it was trapped by an invisible barrier. It couldn't get any closer, and could only watch helplessly as Lin Hao sent it into the sword.    

    

Every time Lin Hao attacked the Flood Dragon's soul, he felt as if a pure energy was flowing into his body. It didn't cause any discomfort, but instead made Lin Hao feel that the cultivation was improving.