Chapter 55 Blood Refining Great * Method

Under the small mysterious world, in the blood refining hole.

Zhang Fan was suspended in the air, and endless blood and evil spirits gushed out of Zhang Fan's body. As Zhang Fan breathed in, it kept strengthening. The eight bloody nails on the pillar are constantly shining with strange blood light, which seems to be greedily absorbing the blood evil spirit cultivated by Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan, who was sitting in the void, opened his eyes, raised his right hand, and moved his mind, "Blood storm!" A blood-red tornado immediately appeared in Zhang Fan's right hand. As soon as the blood-red tornado appeared, the surrounding walls actually had a tendency to crack. Countless small black lines were pulled out and integrated into the bloody storm.

"It's done." Zhang Fan will smile. With the blood base of the "blood refining pool", this "blood refining big * method" is a small success. According to the "blood refining * method", this skill is extremely evil, transforming part of its own blood and vitality into blood evil qi, communicating the surrounding aura of heaven and earth, and then transforming it into blood evil qi. It can be said that there is a place with the aura of heaven and earth, and there is a "blood refining big * method", you can stand invincible.

Another effect of this skill is that it can refine all things in the sky. The blood refining ancestor was very ambitious. He wanted to blood refine all the creatures in the world, but it was known that some masters of the Zhengdao sect and the fairy world jointly killed him, but they were all killed by the "blood refining world" array he set up. This incident made the three worlds panic. Finally, the fairyland sent five powerful people to work together to deal with him and seriously injured the blood refining ancestor, but the blood refining ancestor also accepted three people. Finally, he abandoned most of his cultivation and performed the "blood refining and rebirth" and was reborn. In this blood refining hole, three of the white bones nailed on the eight pillars are the bodies of the people in the fairyland!

The most vicious part of this skill is that it can refine the flesh and blood of others, replenish their own energy, increase their cultivation, and heal their wounds. In this set of formulas, the most powerful move is called "Blood River Slaughter God"! It is said that when the body is trained to the extreme, the evil spirit will turn into a river of blood, and the world will turn red!

Zhang Fan nodded with satisfaction and secretly said that he would not be needed at the moment of danger. What surprised Zhang Fan most was that every time he used the blood refining method, a small part of the magic power in his body was transformed into the spirit of blood evil, and the spirit of blood evil was a little stronger.

Zhang Fan looked nearby and had nothing to miss. When he was about to draw his sword and destroy it, he suddenly thought that the bamboo bone he got had not been refined, so he took out the bamboo bone. This bamboo bone is green, about one foot long. Zhang Fan's consciousness entered it and immediately felt a green cloud covering the sky and the earth. Zhang Fan's divine consciousness floated around aimlessly. Finally, Zhang Fan found the core area and saw an ancient rune constantly beating.

As soon as Zhang Fan's consciousness was wrapped, it penetrated into it. The green light of the bamboo bone in Zhang Fan's hand flashed, representing the completion of Zhang Fan's sacrifice. Zhang Fan opened his eyes and smiled with satisfaction. This is very powerful with bamboo bones, which can transform hundreds of feet and thousands of feet to suppress the enemy. It is much more powerful than the mountain peak sacrificed by Duofu. However, the shortcoming is that every time this bamboo bone is used, it requires a lot of true power, and only at critical moments can this treasure be used.

As soon as Zhang Fan's mind moved, the bamboo bones immediately integrated into Zhang Fan's arm. If outsiders did not know it, he would be hammered by Zhang Fan's right hand, either seriously injured or disabled. Only when the cultivation reaches the general period can the flesh and blood grow again.

Zhang Fan walked to the pillar, pulled out eight nails, and went to the cave on the other side. He pinched the formula with his hand, "bloody big hand print"! The countless blood spirits around Zhang Fan quickly condensed in the air, forming blood runes, and the blood runes quickly combined into a big seal. This fingerprint is all red, exuding bursts of blood, which makes people dare not breathe.

Zhang Fan's mind moved, and he saw the "blooded handprint" patted around, mixed with the power of corrosion. In a blink of an eye, he destroyed the core of this blood refining hole. Zhang Fan pinched a light formula and left quickly.

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"Finally out." Zhang Fan stretched out and looked at the flowers and trees around him, and was extremely happy. Breathing fresh air.

The exit of the blood refining cave is in a valley, and a stone statue is underground. No one would have thought that the bloody ancestors of the peerless evil star would choose the exit of the cave here.

As soon as Zhang Fan saw the scenery in front of him, he knew that his guess was true. Whose cave will hang the sun when they have nothing to do? Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, felt the breath of the bright sunshine, and his body felt comfortable. It's comfortable, just more comfortable than in a dark underground cave.

Suddenly, a strange fragrance came, seducing Zhang Fan's sense of smell. Zhang Fan smelled it carefully, and his eyes flashed golden, and he knew what it was. Brother Park Yun said that only the spiritual fruit and the self-generating medicinal herbs of heaven and earth grow for more than 100 years can emit fragrance. This must be a mature spiritual fruit that can be emitted. Zhang Fan followed the source of the fragrance.

Sure enough, Zhang Fan found a two-foot-sized pool not far away, and in the middle of the pool was a large tree with lush branches and leaves. On the branches of the big tree, there is a small golden fruit, which is emitting a seductive fragrance. Zhang Fan just wanted to pick it, but he heard a fat monk shouting next to him, "Who are you?" Do you also want to pick away the fruit of my Zen sect?

"Eh? Zen Buddhism! I didn't look for you, but you came to me, just to vent this anger for me, Hua Yanzong!" Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the fat monk and said, "Oh? Is this your Zen religion? Why didn't I see the name of Zen Buddhism engraved on this fruit?

The fat monk thought that when he reported the name of Zen Buddhism, he would be scared to death, but he didn't expect that it was a hard stubble. He not only didn't leave, but also laughed at the irony. The fat monk's face turned red and white, and finally said angrily, "Where did the savage come from dare to be wild here? I advise you to leave quickly, otherwise my brother will come and you can't leave even if you want to leave." After saying that, the fat monk felt a little guilty and quickly looked around.

But the panic in the eyes of the fat monk was caught by Zhang Fan. Zhang Fan couldn't help sneering and walking to the pool regardless of the presence of the fat monk. The fat monk looked at it and said anxiously, "Well, you demon, dare to take another step, Grandpa, I'm going to kill you!" The fat monk regained his evil nature and said viciously.

"Who do you think is an evil outsideer?" A cold light flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes, and his murderous spirit broke out and directly locked the fat monk. The fat monk sweated coldly, but still said firmly, "There is no one else present. It's you. Am I a disciple of Buddhism, or a devil? What's your intention? Even if you haven't practiced the magic skills and want to kill a Buddhist disciple, this thought has fallen into the magic. He also peeped at the treasures of Zen Buddhism. Isn't this what the people in the devil do?

"So, according to you, are all those who want to kill Buddhist disciples all disciples of demons?" Zhang Fan quietly dissipated the murderous spirit and asked tentatively.

"Not bad!" When the fat man saw Zhang Fan retreating from his murderous spirit, he couldn't help but be secretly happy and said firmly. But he secretly said that when the senior brother comes, he will definitely let you die again!

"Well, I'll fall into the devil's way and show you!" Zhang Fan's murder appeared, and the murderous spirit came out directly, locking the fat monk firmly. After the inheritance of the "blood refining pool", Zhang Fan has more murderous spirit. Even if you kill people every day, you may not have such a murderous spirit as Zhang Fan. This is only people who come out of the sea of corpses and blood all year round can have a murderous spirit!

Zhang Fan pinched the magic formula, and the endless blood and evil spirit permeated. From the outside, it looks like a red hell!

"You, you are indeed a man of the devil." The fat monk's face changed and he was a little lack of confidence. Although his cultivation has reached the late stage of his rebirth, he has never had a fight with the people in the devil's way. He knew that the people in the devil's way were cruel and had no mercy. Immediately, the fat man was a little afraid.

"The other party is also in the later stage of rebirth, and so am I. I can resist some time, brother, come quickly!" The fat monk patted the storage bag, a King Kong pestle, and appeared in the hands of the fat monk.

King Kong surrenders the magic pestle, representing the wisdom of the Buddhist King Kong, strong and sharp wisdom, can cut off all troubles and resentment, defeat demons and subdue demons, a kind of fierce magic weapon.

"Drink." The fat monk exhaled and raised the magic pestle with his hand, emitting layers of golden light. Jump high and split to Zhang Fan. Like fighting Buddha in the world, it is powerful and inviolable.

"There are really two good ones." Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes and pinched the magic formula. With a wave of his hand, the blood around Zhang Fan quickly condensed into a big claw and directly grabbed the fat monk in mid-air.

The fat monk roared, adding momentum to himself, suddenly increased his efforts to split down, smashed his big claws, and suddenly chopped to Zhang Fan. Haha, I thought how capable I was. It turned out that with this ability, I dared to pretend to be a demon in front of my grandfather, and take my life!"

Zhang Fan sneered and pinched the secret with his hands. The blood evil spirit around him quickly condensed into a bloody net. He was sacrificed by Zhang Fan and immediately turned into a huge net, covering the fat monk.

The fat monk looked up and was shocked, and the downward attack was changed to deal with the huge net in the sky.

"Oh, King Kong surrenders!" A huge demon master appeared behind the fat monk, and he looked angrily. Countless golden lights flashed up and penetrated the huge net.

"You have been fooled!" Zhang Fan's voice was like the sound of nine hells, gloomy and sounded in the ears of the fat monk.

"Blood big print!" A bloody palm print fell from the sky and patted the fat monk in a blink of an eye.

The fat monk was immediately scared and shouted, "Brother, save me, I don't want to die!"

At this moment, a shocking roar came from the distance: "Demon demon, dare!"

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The second update. Why do I feel that there is no sense of typing at night? And there is no ** at night. Why is that? Other authors are quietly typing in the dead of night, but why can't I pinch it? Am I so different?