A strand of crimson blood gas flew out quickly from the body of the nine-headed snake monster, condensing into a bright red bead in Yang Ling's palm. From afar, it seemed as if Yang Ling's palm was extracting the blood gas from the nine-headed snake monster like an oil extractor.

  Compress, compress again!

  Yang Ling's spirit platform was empty and clear, with all his might operating the witchcraft within his body. The smaller the size of the blood bead, the more condensed the demon beast's essence blood would be, the more valuable it would be. Generally speaking, the higher the level of the demon beast, the higher the energy contained in its essence blood would be. As a high-ranking demon beast, Yang Ling was looking forward to seeing what was different about the nine-headed snake monster's essence blood.

  At first, when commanding the demon army to heavily injure the nine-headed snake monster, Yang Ling had also thought of taming it with its blood. However, taming a dying unicorn had already exhausted his magical powers and vital energy, and the nine-headed snake monster was even more formidable - he didn't dare imagine how much magical power and vital energy would be needed to successfully tame it. After weighing the pros and cons, he gave up on this tempting idea, lest he inadvertently risked his own life.

  As the pure blood in his body was lost, the nine-headed snake monster's body shriveled up bit by bit until finally only a thin layer of skin clung to his bones, as if all the moisture in his body had been drained.

  After an unknown period of time, Yang Ling felt that he could no longer absorb the blood energy. He slowly opened his eyes to find a large pile of bright red and translucent blood beads accumulated beside him.

  With a sharp dagger, Yang Ling cut open the nine-headed serpent's skull and took out nine crystal nuclei of different colors. Wu Jue said that after cultivating to a higher level, one can absorb the energy of all objects, but he cannot directly absorb the energy of the crystal nuclei now, which does not mean that he will not be able to do so in the future, so he kept them, saying that maybe one day they would come in handy.

  After counting roughly, Yang Ling found that there were almost five hundred blood beads, and the harvest was even stronger than when he had been in the Tras Forest for over a month. In general, ordinary magical beasts could only condense one blood bead, but the nine-headed snake monster actually had five hundred, truly worthy of being a high-level magical beast, with an enormous amount of energy contained within its body.

  Pinching a bright red crystal blood bead, Yang Ling no longer hesitated and swallowed it. Now that he has cultivated to the late stage of Blood Magic, he is only one step away from advancing to Spirit Magic. With so many blood beads, perhaps he can make a breakthrough at once.

  As soon as the Blood Pearl was swallowed, Yang Ling felt a surge of heat emanating from within his body. Wherever it passed, it tempered his muscles, bones and meridians bit by bit, and the Witchforce circulating within him also rose with the tide, its speed increasing exponentially.

  In his great joy, Yang Ling subconsciously swallowed the blood pearls one by one, slowly, the witch power in his body became more and more vast. If it was a small stream at first, now it has become a raging torrent, running along a mysterious trajectory in his body, round and round.

  Where the mighty Wu Li passed, Yang Ling felt a scorching pain like fire. It was as if all the bones in his body were being torn apart inch by inch, only to be reconnected and then torn apart again, repeating the cycle over and over. Gradually, the pain became more numb, and his consciousness grew increasingly hazy.

  After an unknown period of time, Yang Ling slowly opened his eyes and focused to see that the blood beads beside him had decreased by more than half, leaving only about two hundred or so. At the same time, the witch power inside his body was surging and vast, rushing unceasingly, beyond comparison. A large layer of black grime appeared on his body at some point, and a swipe of his hand would remove a large piece of it.

  Destroy and then establish?

  Recalling that bone-penetrating pain, Yang Ling's heart stirred, and he sank his consciousness into the mysterious space where Wu Tower was located.

  Inside the Witch Tower, many Corner Beasts and Evil Eyes were devouring the mist emitted by the Witch Tower with big mouths. The Withered Warriors turned into towering trees one after another, frantically absorbing the mysterious mist while emitting circles of faint green light. Wherever the green light passed, the bodies of the Corner Beasts and Evil Eyes grew bigger bit by bit, as if this green light was extremely beneficial to them.

  Soon, Yang Ling discovered that more than 2,000 horned beasts had evolved to the second stage, possessing poisonous stinger abilities. As for the hundred horned beasts that had evolved to the second stage after swallowing the Life Spring Water earlier, they had even evolved to the third stage, growing a pair of horns on either side. Not only were they more than twice as fast as before, but they also flew silently and stealthily when flying at high speeds, making it impossible for enemies to defend against them.

  In addition, the injured Evil Eyes not only fully recovered but also evolved to the second stage. Every day, they can emit a flash beam once, temporarily blinding their enemies. Yang Ling believed that as long as he made full use of the Evil Eyes' new ability after evolving, the strength of the entire Demon Beast army would definitely rise to another level.

  After a lap, Yang Ling found that the green buds on the withered wooden warrior had turned into leaves, and they also followed the upgrade, and their abilities were further enhanced. Unfortunately, the strongest unicorn didn't have any obvious changes, perhaps it needed more energy to upgrade. After all, compared to low-level demons like Angle Bee Beast and Evil Eye, the combat power of the unicorn was unknown how many times stronger.

  Although it's a bit regrettable, Yang Ling is still excited. With the advancement of Angle Worm, Evil Eye and Dryad Warrior, his strength is no longer comparable to before. Moreover, he believes that with the improvement of Witchcraft, Unicorns will eventually evolve as well. As long as there is enough Life Spring Water and Magic Beast Blood Pearl, he believes that day won't be too far away.

  After inhaling a few mouthfuls of mist, Yang Ling felt his heart and spirit clear up, and the witch power inside him began to circulate rapidly. Through the explanation of the square pyramid, he understood that the mist emitted by these witch towers could quickly promote the evolution of magical beasts, and the deeper one's own witch power was, the thicker the mist would be, and the energy it contained would also increase accordingly.

  After circling around the mysterious witch tower space for a few rounds, Yang Ling no longer lingered. With a stir in his heart, his consciousness slowly withdrew. Standing up to try out his skills, he was delighted to discover that his body was as light as a swallow, and with one punch, he could blast a deep fist print on the hard obsidian rock wall. At this point, he finally confirmed that after successfully absorbing the energy of the blood bead, he had smoothly advanced to the realm of a spiritual witch.

  Obtain the creation of heaven and earth, seize the essence of the sun and moon!

  After advancing to Lingwu, there are two main differences. One is that you can set up a spell formation, quickly absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and speed up your cultivation. The other is that you can use various talismanic techniques to attack.

  Blood Witch, apart from being able to tame and condense the blood of magical beasts, does not have a direct means of attack. However, after advancing to Spirit Witch, this problem is solved. According to the explanation on the obelisk, high-level spells can not only attack an enemy's physical body but also directly strike at their spirit and soul, being extremely formidable.

  Primordial Symbolism?

  Recalling the various strange and mysterious symbols on the Fang Jian Bei, Yang Ling couldn't help but feel an urge to try it out. He took big strides towards the outside, preparing to instruct the old steward Mu Er Bo Qi to gather all sorts of materials. However, just as he walked out of the secret room, he saw a group of people anxiously pacing back and forth outside the door.

  "Yang Ling, are you okay?! It's been half a month and there's not a single word from you, we were worried to death!" Sophia rushed over as soon as she saw Yang Ling's figure, her eyes red with tears.

  It's been half a month?

  Yang Ling shook his head, not thinking that it seemed like just a nap, half a month had passed. The square monument said that Wu Jue's cultivation later on, once he entered meditation, it would take half a year, or even several years. He was still somewhat skeptical before, but now it seems to be true.

  "Heh heh, my beautiful big sister, I've missed you so much in just half a month?"

  "Miss you!" Sophia blushed bright red, and while everyone was not paying attention, she reached out to pinch Yang Ling's waist, then quickly walked away.

  "Yang Ling, if you don't come out, I won't even have wine to drink!"

  After rushing out in big strides, the dwarf Rumi originally wanted to pat Yang Ling's shoulder, but didn't expect that even on tiptoes he still wasn't high enough, so he could only heavily punch Yang Ling's chest. Unexpectedly, a dull "thud" sound was heard, as if hitting a hard stone, Yang Ling seemed unaffected, but his own fist was red and swollen.

  "You drunkard, looking for death!" Seeing Roumi's painful frown, Yang Ling smiled. After advancing to Spirit Witch, his body had been comprehensively strengthened, and intentionally using witch power on his chest, the old fond of acting rashly Roumi wouldn't be at a disadvantage otherwise.

  Rumi ate a dumb loss, and was in so much pain that he was gasping for air. Sophia burst out laughing and said: "Yang Ling, if you don't come out, Rumi will drink the last bottle of Raphael wine! This dead drunkard!"

  "Just a small sip, I'm helping you taste for free! Oh Sofia, when did you become so stingy?" Rumi loudly denied, batting her eyelashes and saying: "After getting a husband, she forgot about friends, I'm the most pitiful!"

  After finishing with a raised eyebrow and a wink, Rumi took off in a hurry. Sophia's natural magic was at its peak, and he didn't want to be hung up by a bunch of tree roots. Unbeknownst to him, Yang Ling quietly summoned a withered wooden warrior. As it turned out, he didn't encounter any tree roots, but instead bumped into the withered wooden warrior's big footplate, getting knocked dizzy and crying out in pain.

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