bully sword bully god

Eyes are not the best opportunity for cultivating "Blood Fiend **", Yuan Futu did not act too hastily, it is not easy to break through to Jieli Gangxian in half a year, and he still has a more powerful one in his hand. blood pill.

Refining this blood pill is the most important thing for the eyes.

Yuan Futu took it out, and found that it was beating slightly in his hand, like a living being, extremely mysterious, every pulsation would make his soul tremble.

"As expected of the treasures of heaven and earth raised by the demon general Shura, it is really miraculous." Yuan Futu swallowed it impatiently, the blood pill melted in his mouth, and suddenly formed a cloud of blood mist that invaded the world of the primordial spirit, as if Like a beast that was released from a cage.

It gave out a sky-shattering roar, although it was only illusory, but it made Yuan Futu feel dizzy and almost fainted, especially the deep pool of soul suspended above, which was even more rippling.

This cloud of blood mist transformed into the form of the yaksha demon, holding the blood knife in his hand, he rushed to the deep pool of soul, intending to destroy it.

The so-called refining is the process of surrendering. If Yuan Futu wants to absorb the power in this blood pill, he must completely surrender the demon spirit imprinted in the blood pill.

"Tiangang Mahamudra!"

Without further ado, a huge hand suddenly protruded from the deep pool of the soul, and grabbed the Yasha demon fiercely.

The yaksha demon was extremely ferocious, and his roar became sharper and fiercer. When he resisted Tiangang's big handprint, he unexpectedly gave birth to three heads and six arms, and his strength was several times stronger. He swung the blood knife and cut through the handprint. After absorbing the power of the soul inside, it began to evaporate in large quantities.

"This guy wants to overwhelm me and devour my soul?!" Yuan Futu was startled. The deputy sect master didn't explain this situation when he gave it to him at the time, otherwise he would not have swallowed it so easily if he knew it was so dangerous. Now it's a dilemma.

The Yaksha demon crazily absorbs the power of the soul inside, his body size skyrockets, and he stands like a demon god in the world of primordial spirits.

The more desperate the situation is, the more Yuan Futu has to face it, otherwise, if he is swallowed by it, his consciousness will disappear and be completely replaced by it, turning him into a half-human, half-demon creature.

In an instant, the big handprint of Tiangang activated again, this time without reservation, it directly poured out all the power of the soul in the deep pool, which was condensed into ten palmprints, and blasted towards the Yasha demon.

No matter how tyrannical this yaksha demon is, he can't break ten big handprints of Tiangang at once. He was bombarded from the front immediately, his flesh and blood were torn apart, and degenerated into that thick blood mist again, but the blood mist was rapidly gathering and condensing. Cheng Dan, then fell into the deep pool of soul that had completely dried up.

Chi Chi!

Strains of spirit power gushed out from the blood pills and poured into the deep pool of spirit, making Yuan Futu feel as if the dry river bed was nourished by rain, very refreshing.

"This blood pill has finally been surrendered, but the power of the soul that emerges from it is very strange, it seems to be transforming the foundation of my soul."

Yuan Futu was extremely shocked by this, the power of the soul still showed a crimson color, and after entering the deep pool, it seemed to be boiling, and it was expanding in a fierce manner.

This momentum continued, and the original Fang Shentan soon disappeared.

Although this blood pill is inferior, it is worth at least 50 earth-level immortal stones, and it is a rare and rare item. It is the first time Yuan Futu has swallowed this kind of heavenly material and earth treasure. The effect is naturally outstanding, but the blood pill The tyranny is far beyond imagination, and as time goes by, the spirit it radiates has not decreased, but is on the rise.

And this phenomenon of transformation is not a bad thing, Yuan Futu can feel that the foundation of his soul is getting stronger, and the power of the soul contained is also increasing.

It continued like this, and he never imagined that it took a full year to completely digest this blood pill.

When Yuan Futu re-examined the world of Yuanshen, he was so excited that the deep pool of souls had turned into a huge and calm lake, and the power of souls contained in it was at least five times, or even ten times as much as before. .

"Intermediate Gangxian! The soul has actually reached the intermediate Gangxian!!!"

Yuan Futu stood up suddenly, and shouted excitedly, he did not expect that such a blood pill would bring such a big change to him, it seems that what the deputy sect master said was right, this world is really full of resources, As long as you have enough elixirs and natural treasures, you can definitely get a huge leap in strength in a short period of time.

A hundred-year-old saint is definitely not a dream!

"This is the power of a blood pill. If there are ten or a hundred, it will be enough to elevate my soul to a Xuanxian, and even a Saint Immortal is no problem!"

Yuan Futu eased his expression, and thought to himself: "However, at least 50 earth-level immortal stones are priceless, and it is impossible to get so many, but how is this blood pill made? See It seems that it directly absorbed the soul of the monster, so it was completely absorbed by me after I surrendered, if I can get the blood pill of a stronger monster, the effect will be doubled."

Seeing that his soul has reached the middle-level Gangxian, he can continue to practice the "General Outline of Taoism".

Yuan Futu was not in a hurry to get out of the customs, so he thought about improving "Tiangang Mahamudra" to another level within this period of time.

Now that he has mastered the first fifteen mahamudras, judging from the strength of his previous spirit, he can completely practice five more, or even more.

"Tiangang Mahamudra" is a heaven-level spirit and immortal technique, extremely mysterious, 36 ways are not a great achievement, but after mastering the 36 ways, and then re-cultivating to become a Taoist is the real state of great success.

This handprint that has been tempered for thousands of years is its essence. It is called the Great Handprint of Divine Disaster, and it is nothing to say about killing gods, demons, immortals and Buddhas.

Yuan Futu stopped thinking so much, and began to concentrate on cultivation, with his hands forming seals on his chest, he continued to practice and comprehend the mysteries of it, while the outside world, the sun rising and the moon setting, and the four seasons, were completely ignored, and he devoted himself wholeheartedly to it, incomparably focus.

Years, two years... five years... eight years... ten years.

09 For cultivators these years, it is meaningless. After all, those who reach Gangxian level can live at least more than [-] years, and their longevity is already quite terrifying.