Parasitic Cultivation: Start Bound to Mimic System

Chapter 97 The next morning, corpse refinement begins

Feng Ping only felt a stagnant qi in his chest, coupled with the continuous pain from all over his body, he almost passed out instantly.

Before Zhang Yonglie entered the spiritual energy, although he was seriously injured, he was not in such pain. Presumably, it must be Chen Boya's beatings several times before he became like this!

"Fairy Zixia? Are you worthy!"

The wood attribute aura from the illusory space rushed straight into the brain, and the next moment, Feng Ping passed out.

In the mist, he came to this illusory space again. Looking around, he could see the silhouettes of seven or eight monks, but now there are only two or three left.

I don't know if it's not time, or I gave up my practice, or I triggered a taboo...

Feng Ping, who was no longer in pain, walked quickly to the position he had marked, which was less than half a meter behind Gongsun Hui.

Since the other party hasn't appeared yet, he can only breathe out the dense spiritual energy, while starting to practice, while trying to repair the injured internal organs in his body!

Time flies, and it is the morning of the second day in a blink of an eye.

After cultivating all night, Gongsun Hui didn't show up, which made Feng Ping very disappointed.

I also want to ask about some techniques of disguise, or the technique of refining magic weapons!

The practice of feigning death does not completely cut off the connection with the outside world. In that case, it is too easy to be killed.

Although the consciousness is not in the body, the body can sense the outside world. During Feng Ping's night practice, he was interrupted once.

That's when Gu Shunchang sent someone to bring the copper furnace.

He endured the pain by force, exchanged pleasantries with the other party, and only returned to the illusory space after the two left.

At this time, there was movement outside the door.

Feng Ping gritted his teeth, his consciousness returned to himself, and almost instantly, the pain also came.

The door is pushed open.

Lan Fu and Gu Shunchang appeared in front of the door one after another.

"Not dead?"

"No."

"That's good."

As Lan Fu said, he spread a huge cloth bag on the table, and immediately the whole room was filled with a pungent smell of decay and stench.

Feng Ping frowned, trying to get up with difficulty, but he couldn't move at all.

"Have you read the contents of "Secret Art of Refining Corpse"?" Lan Fu said, spreading out the ancient book he found from the middle hall of the Niu Mansion and putting it on the table together.

"Remember...remember...probably." Feng Ping became weak again when he spoke.

"Deacon Gu, the preparation method of the medicine powder is in this spell, and I hope you arrange people, don't make any mistakes!" Lan Fu pointed to the table full of corpse-smelling spiritual materials, and the "Corpse Refining Secret Art" Said.

"Please don't worry, Lan Dian, I will personally supervise what the fairy told me." Gu Shunchang nodded slightly.

In terms of age and qualifications, he is much higher than the other party, but due to the problem of realm, Gu Shunchang can only obey the arrangement and carry out the orders of the magistrate and Dengxian Pavilion.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Deacon. This is the amount for seven days. This is the first time you soak in corpse materials for body training. It is different from the following ones. Please keep it in mind. Any mistakes may trigger taboos!"

Lan Fu did not forget to remind.

There is no way, this matching corpse refining technique is very domineering, one wrong step will directly destroy the person refining the corpse!
"Remember!"

"I'll leave it to you here, and I have to go back to Zhifu Zhang."

Lan Fu bowed his hands to say goodbye, and with one step forward, he disappeared.

After he left, Gu Shunchang clapped his hands, and the three disciples guarding the door walked in quickly.

The leader is not Duan Lin, but the monk named Lin Xin.

Since Wu Hu's incident, this woman came into Gu Shunchang's field of vision.Although her talent is not high, but her mind is as exquisite as silk, it is most suitable for her to do the preparation of medicine powder.

As for the other two, they were Kong Jiefu and Wu Qingxiang who brought Feng Ping here yesterday.

"You two, take the "Secret Art of Corpse Refining" and help him remember. Lin Xin, follow me to prepare the potion."

"As ordered."

The three responded in unison.

"Two hundred grams of corpse powder, three flowers of the other side, twenty grams of powder ground from the heart of the walking corpse, and ten drops of saliva from the Black Ice Golden Toad..."

Lin Xin resisted the discomfort in his stomach, compared each porcelain bottle, weighed it with a special method, and poured it into the copper furnace.

It took half a stick of incense, and after repeated confirmation by the two, the corpses were finally assembled.

Lin Xin, as a direct contact, now only feels a festering feeling in her hands. She has not been contaminated with any corpses, but this strange feeling still occurs.

It can be seen how overbearing these materials are!

"Wu Qingxiang, hang up the prepared curtain!" Gu Shunchang continued to order.

In the art of refining corpses, no light can be seen, even if there is only a gleam of light, it will make Niu vigorously trigger the taboo, and thus die on the spot!
"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Qingxiang dragged a large cloth bag in from the door, and then blocked the only two windows tightly.

"Master, the door..."

"We're going out, and you will arrange the rest!" Gu Shunchang said to Lin Xin, "Remember, first close the door tightly, hang the curtains, and then carry him into the copper furnace in the dark."

Lin Xin took two deep breaths.

This morning, Deacon Gu had arranged this matter for her, and now that it was time for her to face it alone, it was inevitable that she would still be a little nervous.

"understand!"

"After two hours, you can take him out of the copper furnace, remove the cloth bag, and open the door!" Gu Shunchang did not forget to remind again.

Originally, it was the safest thing for him to do this.

But two hours was too long for him, and he couldn't deal with any emergencies.

If he goes out by force, Niu Dali in the copper furnace will undoubtedly die!
Therefore, the only option is to arrange a Qi-refinement cultivator, and after much deliberation, this person, Gu Shunchang, still thinks that Lin Xin is suitable!
"Master, don't worry, this disciple will never make any mistakes!" Lin Xin nodded emphatically.

This person was sent by the fairy herself and asked their master to protect her life. If she died because of her carelessness, then she herself would definitely die!
"Take care of yourself!"

Gu Shunchang turned around and left the room.

Lin Xin took another deep breath, closed the door, and covered the light from the crack of the door with a cloth curtain.

The next moment, the whole room was pitch black!
Relying on the weak perception of spiritual energy, she came to Feng Ping in the dark, and asked, "Are you here?"

"Yes, it is."

Without light, Feng Ping also couldn't see.

Soon, he felt a hand touch his body.

"hiss!"

"Ah! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"No...no...it doesn't matter, I was injured...heavy, it hurts...everywhere...you hurry up!"

"Ok."

Lin Xin put one hand on Feng Ping's back, supported his legs with the other, and hugged him horizontally.

Then slowly moved to the location of the copper furnace in memory, and gently put it in.

Feng Ping gritted his teeth the whole time, not daring to make any noise, for fear of startling the other party and throwing him out!

He sat in the copper furnace, and according to the formula of the "Secret Art of Corpse Refining", he began to activate the strange spiritual energy in his body...

(End of this chapter)