Chapter 9 Blood Refining

Volume 1 Tiangou Cliff

A new day has begun again. Please help me and vote for it. In addition, if you don't have a collection, please click to collect. Thank you!

——————————————————————————————

With two secret methods, Zhong Yuan returned to his room.

He did not start practicing immediately, but called in the nine lives of his boy and asked him to tell himself the basic knowledge of fairy Taoism. After Ke Yunfeng's point, Zhong Yuan also took great importance to the matter of his brothers, so he decided to take some time to carry out the flow every day in the future. However, in order to avoid making more jokes, he decided to increase some news first.

Not to mention, although the nine-life boy has not learned any method, he knows a lot. It took more than an hour to finish the speech. After he finished speaking, Zhong Yuan realized how ignorant he was before.

"Thanks to the fact that I used to think of myself as a person for two generations and have rich experience, it seems that I am just a person in the way to monasticism. In the future, we can't stop building cars like that. Balance, balance is the king!"

......

Night.

Zhong Yuan coiled his knees on the couch, and there was a smooth, slender and pointed thorn on his knee, which was the thorn given by Master Hong Changbao. On the left side, there is a pile of white runes. He wants to practice too much thorns first. There's nothing he can do. Who makes it difficult for Shura's blood flame to practice? He knows that his qualifications are not good.

Zhong Yuan held a three-inch knife in his left hand and gently scratched his right index finger. In an instant, a long mouth appeared, and red blood came out.

At this time, Zhong Yuan hurriedly put down the knife, took a rune, held it in his hand, and then stretched out his right hand and began to drip his blood on it.

Every drop of blood, the words on the rune absorb it, and the original black words also have a touch of blood. After nine drops, the text on this rune immediately became vivid and full, emitting a kind of yn's extreme brilliance. At this time, Zhong Yuan hurriedly put it down, took another rune, and continued this work.

This rune is called the blood god rune. After use, the blood spirit contained in the rune can be sent to the maximum. It can neither be used for attack or defense, but purely for those low-level monks.

Ke Yunfeng taught him the alchemy, called true blood refining, which is a method of blood refining. The core of all low-level blood refining methods is to record the blood charm with your own blood book, which is branded on the magic weapon, and the real blood refining is no exception. Zhong Yuan has never learned the way of runes, let alone the ability to draw symbols in the void. If he wants to sacrifice magic weapons, he can only ask Ke Yunfeng for help.

Of course, this is not free. Zhong Yuanying should come at the cost of a mandala.

In the room, there is silence, only the sound of babbling, like dripping water in front of the eaves, endless stream. With the brilliance of the blood-red light, one blood charm after another was filled with blood. Gradually, the pain in Zhong Yuan's fingers disappeared and turned into wood, without any consciousness, and his head began to feel dizzy.

At this time, Zhong Yuan knew that it was almost done. The sacrificial practice weapon was not completed in a sudden, and there was no need to work hard. At present, he hurriedly stopped bleeding and wiped the wound with a bottle of hemostatic ointment sent by Ke Yunfeng.

After adjusting his breath for a while, he felt much better. Zhong Yuan just began to check. This number found that his blood had been filled with 46 blood charms.

There were a total of 120 blood charms. At that time, Zhong Yuan decided to divide them into three batches of sacrifices, but did not approve 40.

He took a blood charm casually and poured his blood gas into it. In an instant, the blood god charm spontaneously ignited without fire, turned into a blood word the size of a bowl, and stabbed Taiyīn under the traction of its god.

As soon as the blood word touches the too yīn thorn, it is attached to it, forming a mysterious blood pattern on its surface. Then, Zhong Yuan took the second, third and fourth,... It is concocted in this way and turned it into a pattern on the thorn.

These lines do not overlap, but stagger with each other, dense, presenting a kind of enchanting and strange beauty. When all 40 blood charms of Zhong Yuanjian were supported on it, the black light of the thorn itself had been covered up, and the whole body showed a blood red è.

At this time, Zhong Yuan closed his eyes and tried his best to feel the divine. He could faintly sense the Taiyīn thorn and establish a connection with it. He tried to urge it through this connection, and suddenly felt that the thorn on his knee moved slightly.

Although this time was very slight, it made Zhong Yuan very excited. He didn't delay his time. He hit the iron while it was hot, held the seal in both hands, and printed his blood and true qi on the thorns one by one to carry out sacrificial practice.

This night, Zhong Yuan spent the night in the sacrifice and recovery of true qi. The next morning, Zhong Yuan observed carefully, but found that the blood of the whole body had weakened a lot, and even in some places, there was a faint black luster. He was very satisfied with this, because he knew very well that when all the blood lines of 120 blood gods were hidden, it was the time when the magic weapon sacrifice was successful.

This night, Zhong Yuan was very hard, but at this time, he was particularly tired, so he fell asleep.

At noon, after lunch, he did not continue to practice, but went out for a walk and visited meén everywhere. Of course, they are all named disciples. It's not that he doesn't want to visit those disciples, but that he understands that there is little chance for people to talk to him. In the afternoon, Zhong Yuan also knew a few of his peers.

In the evening, like the night before, continue to practice too yīn thorns, the true qi is exhausted, then meditate and recover.

In this way, on the fifth night, he began to bleed for the second time, and the second blessing. The blood lines that had not been cleared were getting thicker and thicker. After the third blood discharge on the tenth day, the blood lines became like a layer of plasma, with a strong smell of blood.

Zhong Yuan breathed a sigh of relief at this time, because finally there was no need to bleed. Next, it was the time to boil and grind water. This is what Zhong Yuan is most afraid of and best at.

Twenty-seven days later, the blood lines on the surface of the Taiyīn thorn not only completely disappeared, but also, in Zhong Yuan's induction, these blood lines have formed a small blood pattern ball inside the Taiyīn thorn.

So far, the thorn sacrifice is completely successful.