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

He didn't start cultivating immediately, but called in the boy Nine Lives who served him, and asked him to tell him about the basic knowledge of the Immortal Dao that he knew. After Ke Yunfeng's suggestion, Zhong Yuan also attached great importance to the exchange between his senior brothers and brothers, so he decided to take some time out of his daily communication in the future. However, in order not to make more jokes himself, he decided to increase his knowledge first.

Not to mention, although the Nine Lives Boy has not learned any methods, he knows a lot of things. It took more than an hour to finish. And after he finished speaking, Zhong Yuan realized how ignorant he was before.

"I used to consider myself a human being in two lifetimes, and I have a lot of experience, so it seems that I am just a beginner on the path of cultivation. In the future, we can't do it behind closed doors anymore. Balance, balance is king!"

Night.

Zhong Yuan crossed his knees on the bed, and on his knees was a slender spike with a smooth body, which was the Taiyin thorn given by his master Hong Changbao. To the left of it, there is a stack of white talismans. He is going to practice the Taiyin Thorn first, there is no way, who makes it difficult to practice the Shura Blood Flame, he knows that his qualifications are not good.

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

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

With each drop of blood, the words on the talisman absorbed it, and the original black words also had a touch of blood. After nine drops, the words on this talisman immediately became vivid and full, exuding a brilliant brilliance. At this time, Zhong Yuan hurriedly put it down, took another talisman, and continued this kind of work.

This talisman is called the Blood God Rune, and after being used, it can stimulate the blood spirituality contained in the talisman to the maximum. It could neither be used to attack nor defend, but was purely for those low-level monks to use to practice magic weapons.

Ke Yunfeng taught him the alchemy technique, called True Blood Hundred Refining, which is a blood refining method. The core of all low-level blood refining methods is to use one's own blood to record blood runes and imprint them on magic weapons, and true blood refining is no exception. Zhong Yuan hadn't learned the way of talismans, let alone the ability to draw talismans in the void, so if he wanted to practice magic weapons, he could only ask Ke Yunfeng for help.

Of course, this is not free, Zhong Yuan should go down, at the cost of a mandala flower.

In the room, there is silence, only the sound of bar-click, bar-click, like dripping water in front of the eaves, endlessly. With the glow of blood-red light, one blood rune after another was filled with blood. Gradually, the pain in Zhong Yuan's fingers disappeared, and he became wooden, without the slightest sensation, and his head began to produce bursts of dizziness.

At this time, Zhong Yuan knew that it was almost over, and the sacrificial magic weapon was not completed all at once, so there was no need to work hard. At that moment, he hurriedly stopped bloodletting and smeared the wound with a bottle of hemostatic ointment given by Ke Yunfeng.

After breathing for a while, feeling that his state was much better, Zhong Yuanfang began to check, and found that his blood had filled forty-six blood runes.

There were a total of one hundred and twenty blood runes, and at that time, Zhong Yuan decided to divide them into three batches of sacrifices, and did not approve forty pieces.

He casually took a blood rune from his hand and poured his blood-transforming true qi into it. In an instant, the Blood God Rune spontaneously combusted without fire, turning into a blood-colored text the size of a bowl, and under the traction of its spirit, it stabbed towards Taiyin.

As soon as the blood-colored text touched the Taiyin Thorn, it attached to it, forming a mysterious blood-colored pattern on its surface. Immediately after, Zhong Yuan took the second, third, and fourth sheets, concocted them in the same way, and turned them into the lines on the Taiyin thorns.

These lines do not coincide together, but are intertwined with each other, densely packed, showing a bewitching and strange beauty. When Zhong Yuanjian's forty blood runes were all blessed on it, the black light of the Taiyin Thorn itself had been completely covered, and the whole body showed a blood-red color.

At this time, Zhong Yuan closed his eyes and tried his best to telepathize, and he could vaguely sense that the Taiyin Thorn had established a connection with it. He tried to urge it through this connection, and suddenly felt that the thorn on his knee actually moved slightly.

Although this time was very slight, it made Zhong Yuan very excited. He didn't delay his efforts, struck while the iron was hot, held the seal in both hands, and printed his blood true qi on the Taiyin Thorn one by one for sacrificial practice.

This night, Zhong Yuan spent the time in the sacrificial training and restoring his true qi. In the early morning of the next day, Zhong Yuan took a closer look, but found that the original blood color of the whole body had weakened a lot, and even in some places, there was a faint dark luster of the Taiyin thorns. He was very satisfied with this, because he knew very well that when all the blood patterns blessed by the one hundred and twenty blood runes were hidden, it would be the time when the magic weapon sacrifice was successful.

This night, Zhong Yuan can be said to have worked very hard, but at this time, he was extremely tired, so he fell asleep.

At noon, after lunch, he didn't continue to cultivate, but went out to wander around, visiting the same door everywhere. Of course, they are all registered disciples. It's not that he doesn't want to visit those disciples who have entered the room, but he understands that there is not much chance of people taking care of him. After an afternoon's work, Zhong Yuan also got to know a few of his peers.

In the evening, just like the night before, he continued to practice the Taiyin Thorn, and when his true qi was depleted, he meditated and recovered.

In this way, on the night of the fifth day, he began to blet for the second time, and the second blessing, the blood streaks that had not been eliminated became thicker and thicker. After the third bloodletting blessing on the tenth day, the blood streaks became like a layer of plasma, and there was a thick bloody aura.

Zhong Yuan breathed a sigh of relief at this time, because finally there was no need to let blood anymore, and the next thing was to boil and grind. This is what Zhong Yuan is most afraid of and is best at.

Twenty-seven days later, the blood patterns on the surface of the Taiyin Thorn were not only completely hidden, but also, in Zhong Yuan's induction, these blood lines had formed a small ball of blood patterns inside the Taiyin Thorn.

So far, the Taiyin Thorn Sacrifice has been completely successful.