Chapter 16 Demon Refining Body
Qin Mo returned to his tent, took out this space bag, and dripped a drop of his own blood to recognize the Lord.
The military sword in his hand waved out, but he saw that a piece of cloth in the tent was cracked and fell down. Qin Mo took the cloth and used the divine mind. The cloth in his hand disappeared in an instant. Qin Mo was using the divine mind, and the cloth appeared in his hand again.
"Good stuff!" Qin Mo gently took out the mandarin duck scarf he had been hiding in his arms, "Youoji! I've been worried about how to protect it well. Now it's fine. With this space bag, I'm relieved!"
Qin Mo's mind moved, and the mandarin duck scarf had been put into the space bag. When he moved again, the mandarin duck towel suddenly appeared in his hand.
After sorting out his belongings, Qin Mo found that this space bag that can hold a one-meter cube can only hold mandarin duck towels. He has nothing. The only item is the mandarin duck towel embroidered by his wife.
Taking back his wife's relics, Qin Mo remembered the last sentence Xiao Zhan said today, but he was confused.
"God's state? Small world? Earth China? Fantasy Kyushu? This-this?" Qin Mo shook his head and then sighed, "Oh, when the soul was reborn in this world, I was looking forward to going back. I've been looking forward to it for more than 20 years, and I should wake up from any dream!"
"The only reason for me to live now is revenge! Revenge! The feud of killing his wife is not the same! Strength! Strength! If you have strength, you will have everything. In the past, I'm afraid you wouldn't even see such a space bag. Power! Power! Keep practicing!"
Qin Mo sank his mind into Dantian again.
"If you can cultivate the magic blood into that "small world of China", if you don't want it to be a "small world of China", it will be good if you can cultivate it into the size of a space bag. I guess the power will be amazing!"
Do whatever you think of. Looking at the soul sealed in the magic blood, Qin Mo seems to have some understanding, "Since I can wrap hematitis on my own military sword, if I can control more hematitis to wrap larger items, and even people--"
Thinking of this, Qin Mo paused for a pause, and his indifferent face seemed to be happy. "If there is enough magic blood in my body, can I seal more souls?"
The goal now is to condense more magic blood and emit more blood inflammation.
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Since the last goal was set, Qin Mo has been more ruthless than before. Except for going to the battlefield, the rest of the time is spent practicing desperately.
Every time he went to the battlefield, Qin Mo insisted on staying on his sword for a long time, so as to harvest the enemy's soul and strengthen his magic blood.
Two years have passed like this, and Xiao Zhan has already been on the battlefield a hundred times.
"Brother Qin, I will leave the forbidden ancient battlefield. See you later. Say goodbye!" Xiao Zhan specially came to say goodbye to Qin Mo.
"Brother Xiao, goodbye!"
Although the number of exchanges between Qin Mo and Xiao Zhan in the past two years is very limited, it is undeniable that Qin Mo has received a lot of useful information from him. Although it is impossible for Xiao Zhan to pass on his ancestral achievements to himself, in the past two years, Xiao Zhan has also taught him a lot of his own cultivation experience.
A gentleman's friendship is as light as water, and even saying goodbye is just a word.
After Xiao Zhan left, Qin Mo was left alone on this forbidden ancient battlefield. Now the magic blood in Qin Mo's body has sealed the souls of more than 10,000 people, and the enemy has already killed more than 100,000. From this, we can see the fate of Qin Mo's cultivation.
The blood inflammation has already covered the military sword in Qin Mo's hand. As long as the dark military sword cast by fine iron is covered by thick blood inflammation, it will become a "blood sword" that is burning.
The extreme of demonic and domineering!
Today, Qin Mo has been able to maintain the state of "blood dripping sword" for quite a long time. From the previous battlefield, the soul of an enemy was sealed, and the whole process of "blood dripping sword" was maintained to harvest the soul of the Huns.
As soon as he got off the battlefield, Qin Mo returned to his tent.
"Look, the "blood killing god" is going back to the camp when he is on the battlefield. Do you see it? The military sword that is dripping blood is." One of the dead soldiers in the camp who had just been on the battlefield said to the people around him.
The people around me are all those who have just gone to the battlefield. They are interested in hearing someone talking or saying "Blood Killing God".
"Damn, it's so powerful, and you're still practicing. Do you want us to live?" A man was jealous.
"Yes, every time he plays, he often has a short vacancy." This is the voice of admiration.
"I'm speechless. If he is vacant, he will be vacant, but he just doesn't stay here and runs to my territory to kill, which makes my territory often empty. God, earth, let him be quiet for a while. A man with a knife is even more sad and indignant.
Qin Mo has been known by almost all the veterans in the dead camp in the past two years. Without it, just rely on the demonic "blood sword", the terrible speed of killing the enemy, and the deadly cultivation method. As a result, Qin Mo was named by everyone: Blood God!
The demonic blood sword kills terror. For them, this is a god-like man.
When Qin Mo heard this alias, he was sighing, "Compared with the cultivation, my god may be no different from ants! Power, I will definitely create my own blood-killing space.
Qin Mo's heart sank in Dantian and communicated the magic blood with his own thoughts. Suddenly, a burning blood inflammation appeared in Qin Mo's hand. The horrible murderous intention rose in the blood inflammation and went straight to the sky. Only Qin Mo knew that in the middle of the burning blood inflammation, an egg-sized blood mass was beating like a heart, which was the beating of the souls of several Hungarian enemies.
Qin Mo slowly controlled the egg-sized magic blood to expand, and the egg-sized magic blood was gradually getting bigger. After a while, a bowl of magic blood appeared.
"It's not enough!" Qin Mo continued to control the expansion of magic blood with his mind.
"Wo--" The magic blood retracted back into his body, and Qin Mo shook his head. "It still can't be done. Even 1% of the magic blood can't be controlled well. When can I have my own strong power? If not, come again! Never give up!"
Qin Mo summoned another egg-sized magic blood mass and continued to control its expansion...
The magic blood retracted back into the body with a "swrong-" sound.
"Come again!"
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"Come again!"
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After three days, Qin Mo was completely disappointed and couldn't hold on at all. "Is it because he doesn't have enough strength? Or is it not enough control? Or is it the wrong way?"
Qin Mo stopped and didn't continue. He fell into silence.
For three days, Qin Mo maintained a silent posture like this. If it hadn't been for the chest that had been undulating for a long time, it would have been thought that he had been cultivated to death.
"Since the magic blood summons and cannot expand outside the body, what about in the body?" Qin Mo opened his mysterious bloody eyes in an instant.
The heart sank in Dantian, and Qin Mo communicated the magic blood in his body with his will. Suddenly, the magic blood suddenly moved, and the magic blood was squirming.
Qin Mo slowly and firmly guided the huge and horrible magic blood to expand. The magic blood really expanded, and it was slowly overflowing Dantian and rushing to the whole body.
"Ah!" The magic blood entered Qin Mo's body, and an instant sharp pain made Qin Mo roar. Magic blood refining body, where magic blood comes, all body tissues, all cells are burning and assimilation.
"Ah--" Qin Mo let out a shocking roar. No one can bear the pain of being refined by magic blood. All the body tissues are dying in an instant and reborn in an instant. The newly reborn body tissue is ignited by the magic blood and dies again. Rebirth, death, death, rebirth, and finally the magic blood occupies it. All the body tissues were replaced with a piece of blood color.
The whole body, where the magic blood has passed, has nothing to resist. Under this severe pain, Qin Mo has almost fainted, but Qin Mo knows that if he wants to gain strength, he must grit his teeth and persist.
Suddenly, there was a change in the body!
It seems that Qin Mo Dantian has half of his own world, so Qin Mo's body is no different. The yin is moving, and the yin qi is also expanding. It seems that he is determined to divide everything between Qin Mo with the magic blood.
Originally, Qin Mo used his great will to communicate, and the magic blood could not move. Now Qin Mo's will has gone to resist the pain of this boundless body refining. The magic blood was angry. Seeing that the yin qi that was always against him came to grab the territory with him again, the magic blood was also speechless.
However, he was speechless, but his movements were not slow. The horrible magic blood swelled countless in an instant and went directly to Qin Mo's whole body. The yin qi was not willing to show weakness. The dark curtain opened countless times and wrapped Qin Mo's whole body.
Where the yin qi passed, Qin Mo's body was frozen in the yin qi. The terrible low temperature caused all the body tissues in the frozen to die instantly and rebirth in an instant. The newly reborn body tissue was frozen and died again. Rebirth, death, death, rebirth. Finally, where the yin qi is located, Qin Mo's body group The weave turned into a pale and gloomy atmosphere.
There are wars everywhere in Qin Mo's body. The magic blood and yin qi are competing for more territory. All the places where the short soldiers meet are fiercely grabbing, and the magic blood bulges its burning blood mass and hits the dark screen again and again. Finally, it was a little concave here. As a result, I looked back and saw that it was a little bumpy not far away, evenly matched.
As early as when Yin Qi first joined the battlefield, Qin Mo had completely fainted. The huge momentum not only did not weaken, but with the war between magic blood and yin qi, he rose to the sky and went straight into the sky. Everyone in the Dead Camp was shocked.
"Brother Li, come out and see the rainbow in the sky! Come out and have a look, a thousand-year wonder!" A dead soldier who was the first to find a vision shouted to his friend.
"Damn, this is a rainbow of 8 cents, just red and white, are you illiterate?"
"Don't I just talk about it? Then let's watch the red rainbow and the white rainbow!"
"..." The friend was speechless for a while.
"It's made by the "blood killing god" again. Shit, he is not quiet on the battlefield, and he is not quiet when he returns to the barracks. What a god."
"It turned out that he seldom talked, and I thought he was very indifferent? Who knew he was a sultry man! Hey, Brother Wang, what do you think? A person who thinks his guess is right is showing off his opinion to his friends.
"Ye-huh, that's right! What Brother Zhang said is very true! With this " sultry god", our dead death camp will be much more lively in the future, haha!" His friend agreed.
"The two brothers are very right. I admire them. I don't know which area of the two brothers are in the forbidden ancient battlefield. Everyone will take care of each other." Next to him was a young man who looked like a newcomer, and he was getting close.
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Finally, the blood and white of the sky disappeared, and the people who came out to watch the bustle also went back separately. No one wanted to go to Qin Mo's camp to have a look. In this whole battlefield barracks, there were unwritten taboos and could not explore other people's privacy.
Qin Mo is still fainting, but the magic blood and yin qi in his body have separated their respective territory. The two sides are evenly matched, each accounting for half of Qin Mo's body. The magic blood occupied the right side, and the yin qi occupied the left. It directly divided Qin Mo completely, and there was no gap at all.
I don't know how long it took, Qin Mo slowly woke up. With a swh, Qin Mo stood up, the sound of bones all over his body, and the horrible murderous intention spread all over his body, like a knife and a sword, fierce and boundless.
The strange blood eyes, the crimson blood color have condensed into substance, among which there is a faint burning flame, in which countless figures are beating and roaring.