"Hmph. Xuanwu Zhenjun glanced at the sky with disdain and said, "This level of heavenly thunder is just right to help Fang Zhuo strengthen and stabilize the foundation laid this time." With his current physical strength, I'm afraid that thunder won't be able to hurt him this day. ”

The two of them were talking while observing Fang Zhuo's situation. Suddenly, Xuanwu Zhenjun and Monk Shanke stopped their voices at the same time and stared at Fang Zhuo.

"What is he doing?"

Monk Shanke asked casually.

"I don't know, it's a little weird. How can the operation of this spiritual power feel more like a means of the demon race?"

"The blood flow is significantly accelerated, and the blood collects in the back. What is he doing here?"

There is less than one-fifth of the one-yuan heavy water, lying quietly at the bottom of the pool. Fang Zhuo was no longer able to absorb these one-yuan heavy water into his body, and the kidney domain was already saturated. However, he obviously didn't want to let go of such a good thing. Heavenly thunder came to his body, and his physical body, divine sense, and spiritual power were all subjected to a huge impact in the lightning strike.

I have seen the thunder more than once, and I also have an understanding of the power of the thunder. However, being really hit by the heavenly thunder, this was the first time for Fang Zhuo. After being strengthened and tempered by one yuan of heavy water, Fang Zhuo's physique was already extremely strong. At this moment, although all the hair stood up one by one, his clothes were torn, and his skin was torn apart with bloody cuts, but overall, Fang Zhuo felt that he could bear it completely.

What made Fang Zhuo feel most comfortable was that his whole body was soaked in the Absolute Poison Spirit Water at the moment, and the damage to his body would be restored by the spiritual power of the Absolute Poison Spirit Water in a very short period of time. This spiritual water can not only detoxify, but also heal.

After suffering five Heavenly Thunders in succession, Fang Zhuo began to feel the pure innate aura that had been brought down by the Heavenly Thunder from above the Nine Heavens. These reiki are more lively. The effect of rejuvenating the body is better.

Feeling that the thunder that landed on him didn't seem to be very powerful. It's much worse than the transformation thunder tribulation of the wind and thunder in the past. Compared to Xu Tianyi's Jindan Thunder Tribulation at that time, Fang Zhuo became more and more relieved.

Surrounded by innate aura and poisonous spiritual water, he looked at the little bit of heavy water left at the bottom of the pool, and felt that he should do something. He thought about it, and a technique that he had studied countless times jumped into his mind.

So, he groaned and began to urge the bloodline.

"He squeezed his blood so much, it seemed that he was still condensing his essence and blood. Isn't it a bloodline demon clan technique to cultivate?" Xuanwu Zhenjun speculated.

"Sort of. ”

At this moment, a stream of blood burst open at the large vertebral point on the back of Fang Zhuo's neck, turning into a small red droplet of blood, attached to Fang Zhuo's skin. This drop of blood was not fused with the Absolute Poison Spirit Water, nor was it affected by the Heavenly Thunder, so it stubbornly stuck to the back of Fang Zhuo's neck.

"This kid, where did you get this exercise?!" Monk Shanke blurted out in surprise.

"Hey, hey. Xuanwu Zhenjun also understood what Fang Zhuo was doing at this moment, he sneered and said nothing.

Heart, kidney, life, shoulder well, wind gate, lungs, spleen, waist, etc., the acupuncture points on the back burst into a ball of blood one by one. The blood that burst out of the acupuncture points condensed into blood spots. Embellished Fang Zhuo's back with a patch of blood red.

After the main acupuncture points on the eight veins of the Twelve Righteous Meridians exploded, some small acupuncture points began to burst into bleeding spots one by one. These small acupuncture points are finished. It began to be the turn of some strange acupuncture points and partial acupuncture points. The process is not fast, it can even be said to be very slow. Fang Zhuo continued to urge the power of the bloodline, and at the same time, he continued to absorb the power of the innate aura and the absolute poison spirit water to restore his body.

"This kid is ruthless enough. Xuanwu Zhenjun was a quiet observer, and suddenly burst out with such a sentence.

Monk Shan Ke nodded vigorously, deeply convinced.

You must know that the essence and blood of a person's body are condensed, and they are only ten drops. The Blood Spirit Sutra's requirement for condensing into a blood spirit is that a cultivator must give at least three to four drops of natal essence blood. This number is actually very terrifying for all cultivators. The loss of a drop of essence blood will be recovered after a month or two of cultivation. But more than two drops, it's not like that at all!

Even if it is a master like Shen Pingqi and Fan Shiying, if he pays four drops of essence blood at one time, he will not be able to recover without three or two years of cultivation! Unless, there is a natural treasure or elixir for the symptoms.

Fang Zhuo had already paid four drops of essence blood in such a short period of time, and this number was actually increasing!

With a sufficient amount of innate aura and absolute poison spiritual water, Fang Zhuo was not worried that his natal essence blood would be lost for a while and he would not be able to replenish it.

Five-drop, six-drop ...................

Every time Fang Zhuo forced out a drop of natal essence blood, the hearts of Monk Lone Ke and Xuanwu Zhenjun jumped up a few times! When Fang Zhuo forced out ten drops of natal essence blood in one go, Xuanwu Zhenjun muttered to himself, "Does he not want to die?"

Monk Silent looked at the situation in Fang Zhuo's body and said nothing. With the help of a sufficient amount of innate aura and the replenishment treatment of the Absolute Poison Spiritual Water, Fang Zhuo had already recovered the amount of four drops of natal essence blood in his body at this moment. With these natal essence blood as the foundation, Fang Zhuo's body would not collapse. His recovery speed will increase slowly, and there will be no problems.

It's just that such a distribution method is too risky. At this moment, the lightning strike had passed, and Fang Zhuo didn't have to worry about the thunder. Presumably he also saw that the thunder had ended, so he dared to be so bold, right?

"Hehe, the blood spirit condensed by ten drops of essence blood, and then fused with one yuan of heavy water, this kid is not afraid of the blood spirit backlash?"

Monk Shanke glanced at Xuanwu Zhenjun and said, "Will it be? Even if this blood spirit is ten times stronger than him, it will be in vain! Want to devour the master?! Let's take a look at what are the people who are holding Fang Zhuo Zhihai? Taichu Purple Qi, Reincarnation True Eye, Fu Zheng General Outline, and that Heavenly Demon Soul Yan, which one is a doppelganger blood spirit can fight against? If others do this, there is indeed a danger of blood spirit devouring the master, and if he does this, there is no!"

Xuanwu Zhenjun smiled bitterly and looked at Fang Zhuo's blood-red back, and said, "Then this kid took this opportunity to condense the blood spirit, it was really a wise decision!"

"Not bad. Monk Shanke looked at Fang Zhuo, and his eyes were full of appreciation: "Xuanyuan, the character in the old child's picture, naturally has his extraordinary. Today's matter, even if it were you and me, I am afraid that I would not dare to take such a risk. ”

Xuanwu Zhenjun nodded slowly.

Fang Zhuo felt like he was about to fall asleep at this moment. The loss of a large amount of essence blood, although there is constantly innate aura and poisonless spiritual water replenishing, it can't bear it!

However, if you can't bear it, you have to bear it!

Fang Zhuo held back the feeling of drowsiness and urged his spiritual power with all his might. At this moment, the power of the bloodline has been gathered, and he has paid a full half of the blood volume of the body, plus a full ten drops of natal essence blood, in order to condense into the kind of blood spirit of the Blood Spirit Sutra!

When the blood spirit is condensed, it will have the ability to have a part of the main body. There are many factors that affect the level of this ability, such as the amount of essence blood paid, the level of ontological cultivation, and so on.

According to the record of the Blood Spirit Sutra, Fang Zhuo cut off a small piece of his divine consciousness and sent it to his back.

On his back, countless blood spots were now slowly joining together, covering his entire back. Ten blood droplets glowing with brilliance floated on it, surrounding the fragments of divine consciousness that Fang Zhuo had sent.

Slowly, ten drops of essence blood began to merge with this fragment of divine consciousness, and the blood on Fang Zhuo's back fluctuated one after another, and a large amount of innate aura and water aura began to be absorbed into it.

The cutting of the divine consciousness was extremely painful, and Fang Zhuo was enduring the pain of a large loss of essence blood and the fragmentation of the divine consciousness at this moment. If it weren't for the tenacity of his mind, he would have passed out by now!

In the Purple Mansion, the Star Thunder Array was running rapidly, attracting a huge amount of star power into his body and helping him recover. There was also a large amount of water aura in every acupuncture point and pore frantically pouring in, urging his small five elements to circulate and help him recover. However, all of this takes time.

The separation of divine consciousness is equivalent to a piece of the soul being cut off. Fang Zhuo couldn't describe his pain at the moment, but he had to concentrate on condensing the blood spirit with all his might!

Gradually, the ten drops of essence blood around the periphery of the divine consciousness fragment rotated faster and faster. The blood on Fang Zhuo's back was driven by this swirling force, slowly moving closer to this whirlpool. Finally, a drop of essence blood melted in!

Monk Silent Ke breathed a sigh of relief, the blood spirit passed through him to understand a little, this thing is very evil and very powerful, the slightest carelessness in the process of condensing the blood spirit will lead to going mad and exploding to death!

With the fusion of the first drop of essence blood, the fragments of divine consciousness that Fang Zhuo had split out suddenly had an extremely attractive effect. Soon, two drops, three drops, and the remaining nine drops of essence blood were swallowed by it.

A blood-red face appeared on Fang Zhuo's back. This face was exactly what Fang Zhuo looked like, only much smaller. I saw that the eyes on the little face slowly opened, revealing a pair of completely blood-red eyes. The eyes looked around blankly, then slowly closed. At this time, Fang Zhuo urged the Blood Spirit Sutra, and the other blood began to be slowly absorbed by the Blood Spirit.

It's a very slow, very long process.

I don't know how long it took to pass the Dao, but finally the blood spirit slowly peeled off Fang Zhuo's back and turned into a blood-red villain. He opened his eyes again, and there was a sparkle in his eyes now. He followed Fang Zhuo's instructions, and gently jumped into the bottom of the pool that originally stored the one-yuan heavy water, and sat on top of the one-yuan heavy water. The Blood Spirit inherited some of Fang Zhuo's abilities, and naturally there would be no shortage of Xuanwu True Monarch's True Spirit Breath. With the strength of the Xuanwu True Monarch, even if he only had a trace of his true spirit qi, it would still be difficult to absorb a little one-yuan heavy water.

Looking at the blood spirit sitting cross-legged, Xuanwu Zhenjun sighed and said, "This little thing, it's hard to think about it if it's not strong." ”

Monk Lonely glanced at him with a smile: "It's not that I feel sorry for your little thing, right?"

Xuanwu Zhenjun glanced at him and asked, "This kid's cultivation is obviously a primary exercise. Do you say that in the future, will he follow the path of the demon clan or the path of a cultivator? Is it better to cultivate the Blood Spirit Sutra or the Blood Buddha Sutra?"

"It just happens. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please go to read. )