Chapter 306 Condensed Blood Beads

Zhang Ping slowly released his consciousness. As soon as he touched the bottom of the altar, he felt a feeling of stagnation. Zhang Ping kept strengthening his consciousness. After using half of his power, the consciousness was unimpeded and quickly checked the bottom of the altar and the hidden parts below. After a period of time, Zhang Ping withdrew his consciousness from the bottom of the altar, and his face was solemn. Judging from his results, it was a gourd structure, but what was exposed was a gourd mouth, and the slender tube seemed to grow on the gourd, but he didn't know whether it was born or made by people?

The bottom of the altar that can devour the flesh and blood body does not know what material is made of. It looks like platinum, but once it encounters the body of flesh and blood, it can slowly devour and then absorb nutrients and provide nutrients to the gourd, which is like a kind of soil, and the plant in the soil is the gourd.

In the gourd, Zhang Ping has explored it clearly, but almost half of the gourd is full of blood, emitting a faint aura. However, the blood was quite stagnant. I don't know why. The gourd filled the blood in it with bloody smoke, and then transported it through a device in the dome, and then transported it to the blood coffin to form a blood mask to provide a continuous supply of blood essence nutrients for the corpses in the blood coffin.

Zhang Ping couldn't help but be scondened by the gourd full of blood, the platinum soil that engulfs flesh and blood, blood-colored smoke, what kind of means can this be done? He couldn't help thinking of the fairy legend that is closely related to him. If you look at the absolute distance, the Cain Holy Sepulchre and the mysterious fairy and legendary holy place do not seem to be very far. Is there any connection between them?

Hey, Zhang Ping has judged that this gourd must be the same treasure, but how to collect it is a difficult problem. Zhang Ping once tried to control the whole gourd with his divine consciousness, but it was simply a dragonfly shaking the tree, which was useless. It seems that his Taoism is not advanced enough.

Standing next to her, Bai Sili saw that Zhang Ping had not moved for a long time. With her vampire characteristics, she was keenly aware of some of the fluctuating power of Zhang Ping's body. For their blood clan, she could not help but be afraid. At this time, Zhang Ping sighed and quickly asked, "How's it going? What's the gain?"

Zhang Ping shook his head depressedly. At present, the baby has no chance to get it. This feeling is really aggrieved. But then Bai Sili's words rekindled his hope.

"Zhang Ping, I think there may be any clues about that blood coffin, what do you think?" Bai Sili was also curious, and she also had a glimpse of the Cain's Holy Sepulchre, which was handed down by their blood clan. At this time, seeing Zhang Ping's ability is more likely to solve problems that have been puzzled for her for many years, and she can't wait for Zhang Ping to find the answer.

The two of them are not afraid, but it doesn't mean that the other two are also not afraid. Hearing that Zhang Ping and Bai Sili were going to touch the hanging blood coffin, both of them were a little shocked and persuaded them repeatedly. Obviously, they were afraid of the strange eyes before, and they were even more afraid of the strange blood coffin. In case, if the two of them accidentally released the Cain and even resurrected, then What should I do?

However, Zhang Ping and Bai Sili have made up their minds to stop them. Just in case and for peace of mind, let them wait outside and be ready to rescue them and close the stone door.

After everything was ready, Zhang Ping and Bai Si Li came to the hall of the blood coffin. At this time, the inside of the hall was a mess, and there were deep pits caused by the black light attack. At this time, Zhang Ping couldn't help but feel nervous. If it hit him, I'm afraid that if he didn't die, he would at least peel off the skin.

Standing on the high altar, Zhang Ping stared at the blood coffin. The blood coffin was hung under the dome by four wrist-thick chains, about four meters from the ground. When Bai Sili was still thinking about how to deal with it, Zhang Ping was already secretly carrying power. He jumped up and ran directly to the blood coffin. It was like a piece of goose feather floating on it, and there was no sound at all. However, Zhang Ping's elegant body style made Bai Sili sigh in her heart and felt ashamed of herself.

Zhang Ping stood on the blood coffin and felt very strange. You should know that this blood coffin is made of the best crystal in the whole body. Look at it below, because of the blood mask, it can't be seen clearly at all. But at this time, Zhang Ping was already on the blood coffin, and the blood mask had no effect on it at all. Under Zhang Ping's gaze, everything in the blood coffin was clear.

The first thing to notice is the body. If it's a skeleton with a thin layer of skin, it's as weird as it is. However, under Zhang Ping's careful observation, he suddenly found that under the skin and bones, there were already some traces of flesh and blood. It seemed that this should be the effect of the gourd blood essence. If it is so warm, I'm afraid it won't take decades to work. There will be no more bones under the skin and bones, but a perfect body full of flesh and blood.

And according to Rusnan, I'm afraid that this process will be accelerated, and even if there are four evil diamonds, Cain may be resurrected directly?

Zhang Ping's mind was attracted by the skin and bones. That is, after a short period of time, Zhang Ping tried to divert his eyes from there. Just when he finally turned his eyes, he suddenly found that there seemed to be a thin book on the wrist of the body.

Zhang Ping couldn't help but be overjoyed. Haha, there is actually a book, which may tell some unknown secrets. So after checking it a little and confirming that there was no problem with his judgment, he stood on the chain and slowly opened the lid of the crystal coffin, revealing the true face inside.

Zhang Ping's hands and eyes were fast. At the moment when the coffin lid was removed, he had taken the book into his arms and looked at Bai Si Li below with a smile on his face and asked for her meaning. Bai Sili looked at him with a smile on her face and knew that she might have got something useful. She nodded repeatedly and let Zhang Ping make the decision.

After restoring the coffin cover, Zhang Ping jumped down again, held the book, and said to Bai Sili, "Look, have you ever reminded you of this book?"

Bai Sili slowly read the title of the book: Blood gourd nourishes the mind! When Zhang Ping heard this, he really confirmed his idea. That thing was indeed a gourd or some kind of blood gourd. Zhang Ping took the book in his hand. After careful study, he threw the book aside. The whole article was the cultivation experience of the blood gourd, but there was no secret of how to collect the blood gourd.

Zhang Ping couldn't help but be angry. It seems that this blood gourd really has no fate with him. It's okay, just don't want it. However, after reading it, Zhang Ping knew how to use the blood essence in the blood gourd. Speaking of which, it's really Bai Si Li's luck. If he hadn't met Zhang Ping, I'm afraid he could only start by waiting for Cain's resurrection. The book says that as long as the essence of the blood in the blood gourd is condensed into a small blood bead, refined in the middle of the forehead, and then slowly refine the blood bead with your own cultivation. In this way, there is no need to maintain life by sucking blood.

If it were someone else, there would be no such condensation at all, and it would be useless to get this blood essence. However, Zhang Ping just got the magic power of spring breeze and rain from the old man of the Liu family, and gradually understood how to absorb the magic power of condensing all kinds of natural vitality. At this moment, it can just be used.

Zhang Ping and Bai Si Li returned to the original hall again. Zhang Ping silently carried the real power, and an inexplicable suction turned into the palm of his hand. I saw that the round altar, that is, the mouth of the blood gourd, instantly condensed into a long blood-colored river and threw it into the palm of Zhang Ping's hand.

In an instant, a mass of condensed blood was gathered in the palm of Zhang Ping's hand. Bai Sili was surprised to find that a thin white mask appeared on the edge of the palm of Zhang Ping's hand, which just wrapped the blood in it. With the dazzling light inside, the blood was slowly compressed to a place, constantly being compressed, smaller, then compressed, and smaller. During this period, there was a lot of faintness. The blood fog disappeared in the white mask.

Soon, that is, more than ten minutes later, the thick blood had been condensed into a small blood bead, with brilliant blood brilliance and dazzling eyes. Zhang Pingping smiled and walked to Bai Sili, put the blood bead in the middle of her forehead, and said something. Suddenly, Bai Sili only felt a slight pain on her forehead, as if something had squeezed in. Reaching out to touch, I can't feel any concave and convex feeling, as if I was born with a gorgeous blood red.