This time, it took Ma Hongjun the longest time to absorb soul bones.
Although the God-given soul bone does not contain any specific skills, there is no doubt that Ma Hongjun has figured out his torso soul bone skills by wandering and traveling in the purest and purest world of fire.
However, for Ma Hongjun, the torso soul bone skill was just the icing on the cake. During the ten days of absorbing the god-given soul bone, his understanding of flames was actually the most important.
In addition, he also obtained the torso soul bone, which ranked first among soul bones, and his soul power was raised to level fifty-six. His physique was also tempered gently by the power of pure fire contained in the god-given soul bone. A big improvement.
As far as Ma Hongjun knows, when absorbing a god-given soul ring, the longer you persist, the greater the benefits you will gain in the end.
The same is true for absorbing god-given soul bones. Although the increase and improvement of physical fitness by soul bones are not as rough as soul rings, it is precisely because of this that there is basically no danger in absorbing soul bones.
For example, a 100,000-year-old soul bone can be absorbed and refined even if it is given to a first-level soul warrior.
But if it is a soul ring, let alone a hundred thousand years old, let alone a thousand-year soul ring, it cannot be absorbed by a tenth-level soul warrior, let alone a first-level soul warrior.
Ma Hongjun remembered that when he first obtained the fifth soul ring, the upper limit of what his body could withstand was 60,000 years. Later, after being penetrated into nirvana by Bibi Dong, it was further improved.
But now, in less than half a year, the upper limit of what his body can withstand has reached a point close to 70,000 years.
If this trend continues, Ma Hongjun is confident that when he adds a sixth soul ring to his martial soul, he will be able to absorb a soul ring that is one hundred thousand years old.
Of course, Ma Hongjun was well aware of the dangers of absorbing a hundred thousand year soul ring in addition to offering sacrifices.
Therefore, he planned to increase his soul power to level 60 before tempering his physique to the point where it could withstand the erosion of a hundred thousand years of soul rings, and would never absorb it hastily.
After washing the muscles and cutting the marrow, removing impurities from the body is a basic exercise for physical improvement. Ma Hongjun is already used to it, so there is nothing surprising.
He spent more than half an hour in the water pool under the cliff of the nameless hill, washing away his own dirt.
He looks like he won't give up until a layer of his skin is rubbed off.
In fact, it was almost the same. Although Ma Hongjun didn't rub off a layer of skin, he still rubbed off a layer of dead skin that fell off after washing the tendons and cutting the marrow.
boom!
The water surface exploded, and Ma Hongjun rushed out of the pool. The water surface, which was originally as clear as a mirror, became slightly turbid after he came out of the bath.
Ma Hongjun's body was still stained with droplets of crystal clear water, and he did not use flames to dry it.
The skin that was originally tanned to a wheat color now looks white, smooth and delicate, as if it could squeeze out water.
The eight-pack abdominal muscles and the muscles of the whole body are all clearly visible, but they are not exaggerated, but are perfectly streamlined.
The ordinary and handsome appearance, the strong and slender figure, and the fact that she had just come out of the bath at this moment are enough to make any woman from eight to nine years old to a young woman unable to help but want to touch or touch her. A perfect body that can be seen twice.
However, Ma Hongjun did not give the only woman present, Chongmingniao, an opportunity.
As soon as he rushed out of the pool, Ma Hongjun did not use the flames to dry his body. He took out a black outfit embroidered with aqua blue cloud patterns and quickly put it on.
Although Ma Hongjun prides himself on being very thick-skinned, he is still very embarrassed when being looked at by people of the opposite sex except Shui Bing'er.
After all, although the Chongming Bird is also a female bird, and at the level of a hundred thousand-year-old soul beast, its IQ is no weaker than that of humans.
Not to mention that he had been accidentally spotted twice by the Chongming Bird before. Ma Hongjun didn't want to be stared at by it again.
After quickly getting dressed, Ma Hongjun used the flame to dry the moisture on his body and hair.
As for the clothes that were stained by the impurities eliminated by the body, Ma Hongjun didn't bother to wash them and just chose to burn them on fire.
Her flowing black and red hair was still tied into a simple high ponytail.
There was a faint smile on the corner of Ma Hongjun's mouth, and he stretched the sword fingers of both hands outward in vain. Accompanied by a clear sword cry, a six-sided flaming sword three feet three inches long and three inches wide made a clanging sound. , spinning and rising from behind him.
"go!"
Gu Ma Hongjun pointed his sword, and the flaming sword flew, appearing right at Ma Hongjun's feet.
When Sword Douluo was a guest at the Qibao Glazed Sect, he taught Ma Hongjun, Shui Bing'er, Oscar, and Ning Rongrong how to control the sword. However, Ma Hongjun did not understand it at the time.
After all, Sword Douluo's sword-controlling skills were derived from his martial arts Seven Kills Sword. Even after the Seven Kills Sword lineage had been perfected over the generations, Sword Douluo could control even ordinary iron swords, but against the four Ma Hongjun at that time It's still too difficult.
But it's different now. After the fire phoenix was transformed into a weapon, it already had the characteristics of both a beast spirit and a weapon spirit.
Especially the understanding of flames when absorbing soul bones this time. After realizing this, for Ma Hongjun, the art of sword control is the art of controlling fire, and it is also the art of controlling phoenix.
Flying with a sword is similar to the transformation of soul power into wings, or the possession of phoenix wings by a martial spirit.
"Not bad, not bad, it looks comfortable like this."
Seeing Ma Hongjun flying towards him with his sword, Chongming Bird's eyes lit up and he shouted joyfully and rushed towards him.
"Chongli, where should we go next?"
Ma Hongjun stretched out his hand to hold the Chongming Bird in his palm and said with a smile, "Go to Xieluo Mountain and come back to my house for a visit."
"Is your home also in this direction?" Chong Mingniao asked.
"Yes, if we go in the direction we want to go and walk for more than half a month, we will probably reach Xieluo Mountain. My home is near there." Ma Hongjun said.
The last time he returned to Fenghuang Village, after paying homage to his grandfather, Ma Hongjun passed on the secrets for cultivating mental and soul power to his third uncle's son, who is now the acting village chief of Fenghuang Village. Take the villagers to the mountains to avoid disaster.
Now it seems that he made the right move when he went to Holy Soul Village to pick up Old Jack's family and let the folks in Phoenix Village hide in advance.
But Ma Hongjun was not sure whether his cousin would comply with his request, so when he passed by this time, he happened to take a look in secret and dug his grandfather's grave by the way.
Although he has seldom interacted with the villagers of Fenghuang Village since he was a child. He either stays at home reading books or practicing martial arts on Fenghuang Mountain every day, but after all, he came from that village.
As for his third uncle's family, although they are relatively distant from his generation, after all, they are still his grandfather's biological brothers.
Ma Hongjun's family started with him. Two generations ago, his grandfather was the second eldest, and his third uncle was the third eldest, so he still has an eldest son.
It's just that his uncle did not inherit the Golden Pheasant martial spirit of the Ma family, so when Ma Hongjun passed the throne, he passed the positions of the Ma family head and village chief to his grandfather.
As for Ma Hongjun's generation, the only ones with the Golden Pheasant Spirit were his third uncle's lineage.
But Ma Hongjun is different. He is a typical one who outperforms others. He successfully flew from a golden pheasant to a branch and turned into a flaming phoenix.
Because of him, Phoenix Village deserves its reputation.
Although Ma Hongjun left Fenghuang Village with Flanders when he was six years old, his third uncle's family has not yet thought of occupying the positions of village chief and head of the Ma family.
From this point of view, his third uncle's lineage is actually doing quite well.
Of course, this is not necessarily true. After all, as long as Ma Hongjun does not go back, his cousin will be the actual clan leader and village chief.
It's just that Ma Hongjun secretly observed the other party when he went back last time, otherwise he wouldn't have easily handed over the cultivation techniques to his cousin.
"Really? That's great. My aunt would like to see what difference a place that can raise a fire phoenix like you makes." Chong Mingniao said, with bright phoenix eyes and a look of great interest.
"Haha, I believe I will give you a surprise."
The corners of Ma Hongjun's mouth twitched slightly. He was just a mutated martial spirit. What could be so special about him?
But when I think about the people in his village, the martial spirits are basically poultry, which is indeed special enough.
"Yeah!" Chongmingniao nodded heavily.
