The night was as dark as ink.
The mountain forest was desolate.
After the sound just now, the forest returned to silence.
The continuous snow swallowed all movements in the forest.
At this moment.
A red glow appeared in the pitch-black mountain range.
In the absence of starlight or moonlight, that red glow seemed exceptionally unusual.
At this time.
Jiang Ning looked at the Immortal Phoenix Blood appearing before him, his throat involuntarily moved slightly.
Just by looking, he felt that this drop of blood was unimaginably splendid, more dazzling than the most precious jewels in the world.
And this was just a drop of blood.
The next moment.
He opened his mouth and placed the Immortal Phoenix Blood, sealed by a solid form in the brocade box, into his mouth.
When his mouth closed, the forest once again transformed into an incredibly silent darkness.
Gulp—
His throat moved slightly, and the solid in his mouth instantly slid down his throat into his stomach.
