Looking at the ashes in front of him, Fang Zheng's mood surged.
"It's okay, it's normal to fail the first time..."
Taking a deep breath and adjusting his mentality, Fang Zheng took out the talisman paper again, activated his magic power, and began to write for the second time.
Mana gathered at the fingertips, and a faint light bloomed.
For a moment, the Black God's spell took shape again.
After taking the last step, Fang Zheng's heart beat suddenly.
"Chi——"
Red light rose from the spell again, and the next second, the Black God spell in his hand burned again and turned into ashes.
Fang Zheng: "..."
"how so?"
Seeing the second talisman turn into ashes, Fang Zheng felt bad.
The spell is fine.
The steps are correct.
Why did it fail?
Is it because of my own magic power?
Frowning and looking at the ashes in front of him, Fang Zheng thought about the steps he had just taken.
What went wrong?
He bowed his head in thought.
The dim candlelight shone on Fang Zheng's face.
After thinking about the steps just now, Fang Zheng still couldn't find what went wrong.
The method is right.
But it just wasn't successful.
"continue."
After adjusting his mentality and calming down the fluctuations in mana, Fang Zheng took out the talisman paper again and began to write.
…
Yongdu, Tianlao.
The third level of prison in No. B.
On the straw mat, Wei Zhongxian opened his eyes suddenly.
"Why do you have a bad feeling?"
His pupils opened instantly, Wei Zhongxian stood up immediately, looked outside the cell, and frowned.
"There has been no movement for so long. What on earth is this kid doing?"
Walking around in the cell, Wei Zhongxian's brows twisted into knots.
"Maybe there are still suspicions..."
His mind was spinning, and after thinking for a while, Wei Zhongxian sat down again.
Close your eyes and continue to rest.
…
The starry night is in the sky.
A bright moon hangs in the sky.
Shining on the land of Yongdu.
"grass!"
In the room, Fang Zheng was furious.
There were already a lot of ashes in front of him.
All the raw materials in the stone jar were used up, but it still failed.
Every time, I failed at the last step when I was about to succeed.
It hurt his heart again and again.
Looking at the ashes in front of him, veins bulged on Fangzheng's forehead.
Continuously making talismans, his mana has been exhausted.
But he still didn't succeed with the first Black God Spell.
I changed the steps several times but still failed.
If the Black God's spell fails, then he can't even think about refining Qilin's true blood. Wei Zhongxian's soul consciousness is definitely not something he can resist.
A skinny camel is bigger than a horse.
What kind of cultivation is Wei Zhongxian?
Being able to seize the body with the soul is at least above the sixth level of refining the spirit, and even the fifth level of the realm of the unity of heaven and man.
He took out the bottle and looked at the glowing Kirin True Blood inside.
Riot seemed to be in a better mood.
Taking the last portion of the raw materials, Fang Zheng poured them into the stone jar and mashed them again with a stone pestle.
Following the same steps, when all the materials turned into powder, Fang Zheng was about to cut his finger to bleed, but suddenly stopped.
"wrong!"
"All steps are fine. Could it be a problem with my blood?"
"Ordinary blood is not as effective as making spells. Would it be better to use essence blood?"
Looking at the powder in the stone jar, several thoughts flashed through Fang Zheng's mind.
The tips didn't say anything about using blood essence.
But it has failed before.
The steps are okay, the raw materials are okay, there is only one thing left.
Blood!
Black God's spell.
Blood is also one of the materials.
All other materials are correct.
Then it is his blood.
Something went wrong with the blood.
Ordinary blood cannot meet the requirements, perhaps because his cultivation level is too low.
The early stage of ninth-grade refining.
The blood in the body may be worse.
After all, he is almost always in prison, and the evil spirits of prison have a certain corrosive effect on the body.
The body cannot be said to be strong, it is even a little weak.
This may be the key.
"Try it with blood essence!"
The more he thought about it, the more he thought it was possible. Fang Zheng regained his confidence, cut his finger with the blade, and used his magic power to force out the blood and essence in his body.
Essence and blood!
Fundamental to being human.
Ordinary blood and essence blood are not on the same level.
Most people have very little blood and essence in their bodies.
When you step into the cultivation of immortality and refine your essence at the ninth level, your essence and blood will increase.
This increase needs to be viewed from all aspects.
Food, housing, how to practice, and other related factors.
For example, what do the children of the big family in Yongdu eat?
Heaven and earth spiritual ginseng and various elixirs are used to nourish the body and build a strong Tao foundation.
Refining essence is the first step in cultivating immortality.
It is also an important fundamental step towards the path of immortality.
This realm is also the foundation for casting the Tao.
If the foundation is unstable, it will be difficult for you to achieve great results.
Of course, if there is any powerful divine object, it can be improved the day after tomorrow, but that kind of divine object is not something ordinary people can hope for.
Even if there is one on the market, the price is prohibitive.
For the sake of Kirin's true blood, Fang Zheng was willing to use his own blood and essence to make a talisman.
Give up the small and broad!
Cultivation of immortality is essentially a game between heaven and earth.
Life is also a game.
The blood fell into the stone jar, and on his fingertips, a drop of particularly bright blood essence was also forced into the stone jar.
A drop of blood dripped down, and Fang Zheng's face turned a little pale.
"More."
After a drop of blood essence was added, Fang Zheng was afraid that it was still not enough, so he might as well have a little more.
If he fails, he will really lose his wife and lose his troops.
Keep dripping.
One drop.
Two drops.
…
Under the candlelight, Fang Zheng's face became extremely pale.
As white as death.
Most of the blood and essence in the body was forced out.
The vitality is severely damaged.
His face was as pale as paper.
If he didn't have a little bit of cultivation that could nourish more essence and blood, he might have fallen down.
"about there!"
After mobilizing the few mana to heal the wound, Fang Zheng stopped the dripping.
No more drops, or he will die.
As the wounds healed, a feeling of weakness swept through my body.
Essence and blood are the foundation of the body.
After consuming more than half of it at once, Fang Zheng felt a little dizzy.
Stir it well to completely combine with the powder.
Fang Zheng did not start making talismans immediately.
His mana has not been recovered yet, and his energy and energy have been consumed a lot. He must recover for a while.
…
Dawn breaks.
Light rises from the sky.
Fang Zheng opened his eyes quietly, but his face was still so pale.
When he was ready, he couldn't hold on any longer and lay down to rest.
One rest is a night.
"call……"
Exhaling, Fang Zheng stood up weakly.
When I got out of bed, my body was shaking, my steps were too weak, and my body was hollowed out.
It feels like being completely drained.
After drinking some water, he felt better. He looked at the fusion powder in the stone jar. Before taking a rest, Fang Zheng used his last mana protection to preserve its effects.
"Take a leave of absence."
After looking at the sky outside, Fang Zheng got dressed and left home.
It took him two sticks of incense to reach Tianlao.
Just about to order some mao.
"I'll go, Fang Zheng, what's wrong with you?"
Several fellow jailers were startled when they saw Fang Zheng, who was as pale as paper.
"It's okay. I'm a little weak. I'll just take care of myself." Fang Zheng said weakly.
A jailer stepped forward and looked at Fang Zheng with doubts in his eyes: "Weren't you fine when the shift ended yesterday?"
"Oh, I understand. Did you go to Chunfeng Tower?"
Fang Zheng: "...No, I don't."
"Then he must have gone to Yihongyuan."
"..."
Several fellow jailers suddenly understood.
An elderly jailer stepped forward and looked at Fang Zheng:
"Fang Zheng, although you are young, you still need to know how to control yourself. Your body will not be able to withstand this."
Fang Zheng: "..."
"Fangzheng, looking at you like this, you are already seriously overdrafted!"
Fang Zheng: "..."
"The taste of food is the marrow. Young people are trying it for the first time. I understand, but you are also making it too powerful."
…
Fang Zheng had a black line on his forehead as he listened to the wardens' sarcastic remarks.
Chunfeng Tower, Yihong Courtyard! ? !
Is that the kind of person I am?
I read Chunqiu!
