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"This is the residual energy of the Flood Dragon's Blood Essence. Although it's no longer an Azure Dragon Blood Essence, it has already become a Flood Dragon. Its soul is blessed by the heavens, and it also possesses such a high level energy."    

    

The Greyhound's explanation came at the right time.    

    

"What effect does it have on me?" Lin Hao frowned. This matter was related to the Dragon Bloodline, so Lin Hao had to be careful.    

    

"Don't worry. This energy is beneficial to you. Just absorb it." The Greyhound smiled and suddenly waved its hand, preparing to leave.    

    

"Oh right, don't forget about the money-making young man. There might be a big yellow diamond event next. You should save more Elemental Stone." The Greyhound suddenly turned around and gave Lin Hao a strange smile.    

    

Lin Hao's eyes lit up. Big event? Lin Hao quickly asked, "About how long?"    

    

The Greyhound was calm and relaxed. It opened and closed its mouth, "The more the better... At least ten to twenty million..."    

    

"Nest!"    

    

Lin Hao almost squeezed the Dragon Cry Sword in his hand into a hemp plant with this number.    

    

Yes, yes, I have never seen such a large Primeval Stone in my entire life! What kind of activity is this? Why do you need so many Primeval Stones?!    

    

"I'm so angry!"    

    

Lin Hao's soul pressure suddenly became like a stormy sea as it slammed into the Flood Dragon phantom image. Its aura was ten times stronger than before!    

    

"Roar!"    

    

The flood dragon phantom shrank again, and the large drop of soul liquid that it squeezed out was thrown onto the Dragon Cry Sword by Lin Hao. It was very rough.    

    

If the Flood Dragon could speak, it would have already started cursing. Yes, there was no need to bully a dragon like this! Forget about taking my Spirit Transformation, why did you still vent your anger on me when you were using the Spirit Transformation?    

    

Do you really think a Flood Dragon isn't a dragon!? Meow! Meow!    

    

However, Lin Hao, who was in a state of grief and indignation, didn't care about the Flood Dragon's feelings. Right now, Lin Hao's mind was filled with thoughts of earning Primeval Stone.    

    

The soul liquid gradually dissipated, and the luster on the Dragon Cry Sword became more and more abundant. In just two days, the Spirit Transformation would succeed.    

    

No one would have thought that Lin Hao would be in the Spirit Transformation in the Ling Yun Mountain Range, which no one cared about.    

    

At this moment, outside the Ling Yun Mountain Range, the largest Flame Sea Sect in the area had already exploded.    

    

"What!? You said that Grand Elder died in the hands of that beast, Lin Hao!"    

    

In the main hall of Flame Sea Sect, an old man with a dignified expression was scolding the man lying on the ground with a stern voice. The old man was so angry that his face was trembling, and even his beard was raised.    

    

He was the Master of Flame Sea Sect, Yan Jue!    

    

He was a legendary expert, and this Flame Sea Sect was built by Yan Jue himself. From being a bandit to being squeezed into the Mercenary Squad, to gaining Old Master's new trust, and then to seizing power from the Sect...    

    

After seizing power, Yan Jue never showed any signs of tolerance. He was originally a bandit, and he adhered to the principle of burning, killing, and abducting. All the small sects in the vicinity of the Flame Sea Sect had been eradicated by Yan Jue. Yan Jue had used countless methods to form the Flame Sea Sect into its current scale.    

    

Most of the Elder in the Flame Sea Sect were the brothers of Yan Jue's bandits. They had made their way through the world until now, and only then did they have the backing of today's group.    

    

Now, it was only a mistake. Grand Elder had actually died in the Sword Cliff, and in the hands of a junior?    

    

"What's going on!? What was going on!? Tell me the truth!"    

    

Yan Jue could only feel the endless Fury surging in his chest, like a pressure cooker that was about to explode.    

    

Huang Lingyao was his brother who had gone through life and death with him. When he thought of his brothers who had killed more people than he had slaughtered in the past, and who had accompanied him in killing and plundering, tears trickled down Yan Jue's face.