God Emperor's vinegar jar is turned over again

Chapter 1215 First Use of Spirit Patterns (1)

The purple primordial force suddenly disappeared from the huge primordial beast.

This low-level monarch-level beast collapsed to the ground with unwillingness in its eyes.

It clearly felt that none of the group of people possessed spiritual power, so it rushed over. Unexpectedly, the teenagers who had only original power suddenly burst out with spiritual power, besieging it to death.

"Hee hee, it's done! Yay!"

Huayan jumped up happily. If she hadn't had relatively abundant spiritual power, she wouldn't have been able to deal with this monarch-level beast so quickly.

Dong Juezi and the others looked at their palms with excited expressions on their faces.

They have really become much stronger than before.

The changes brought about by tempering the body with spiritual power are extremely obvious, but not to mention the difference between spiritual power and elemental power, their senses and physical bodies are no longer comparable to before.

Is this the power of Chao Zi Yuan?

Di Bugu withdrew his gaze indifferently, and said to Yue Qingcheng: "Little guy, do you want to try to refine the breath soil on it?"

Yue Qingcheng raised her eyebrows.

"Xi Rang, on the Yuan Beast?"

She also thought that the soil, like medicinal herbs, was hidden somewhere in the temple.

Di Bugu patted her head and smiled lightly, "Xi Rang can be moved, and it's not so easy to find it. If you can't find it then, I'll help you. However, the Yuan Beast has lived here for many years, and there are many More or less also absorb a trace of soil."

This trace, maybe only one or two grains, not many.

"Okay." Yue Qingcheng said.

What Di Bugu taught her is the spirit patterns for refining the essence of primordial beasts, which can just be applied.

Everyone didn't understand, so they carried the Yuan beast to her in accordance with her instructions.

"You guys, step back." Yue Qingcheng said.

After the crowd left some distance away, Yue Qingcheng lowered her eyebrows and looked at the wound of the primordial beast.

After thinking about the steps in her mind, she took a deep breath, her spiritual power was running wildly in her body, and then she made a weird gesture with her hands.

Don Wentian said hesitantly: "This seems to be a method of refining weapons..."

When he was injured before and couldn't practice, he occasionally came into contact with some miscellaneous arts, and he also knew a little about refining weapons.

Others couldn't understand it at all, and only felt that Yue Qingcheng's posture was elegant and powerful.

I heard that craftsmen are all men with big three and five rough. They are the most prestigious profession and also the least popular profession among girls, because they have too much physical strength and tend to give people a rude image.

Unexpectedly, the girl subverted their thinking.

I saw that Yue Qingcheng was like painting, with spiritual power covering the palm of his hand, hitting the wound of Yuan Beast from the air.

Then, a spurt of blood was drawn out.

That's not all, the blood, under her wave, really looked like a painting, with the primordial beast as the center, a strange pattern appeared.

"What picture is that? What is she going to do?"

Xi Wuque was a little confused.

Moreover, the emotions conveyed to him by the female ghost made him a little afraid.

No one answered him.

Because, when Yue Qingcheng poured spiritual power into the pattern, the bloody light suddenly appeared!

The black flame shot out from the girl's palm, and she didn't feel the heat very much, but the primordial beast withered at an extremely fast speed.

Wither, not burn.

By the end, it even got skinny.

And a blood bead full of majestic power rose slowly, suspended in mid-air.

"Did you see it? That's Xi Rang." Di Bugu said softly.

Yue Qingcheng looked as far as the eye could see, and indeed in the blood bead, she saw a grain of black sand that was almost invisible.

Seeing the girl's pale complexion, Di Bugu pursed his lips, spread his palms, and the blood beads flew into his palms.

(End of this chapter)