While several people were joking, a figure walked over.
Fang Zheng looked up.
[Wu Huo, the eighth-grade peak cultivation level, is mediocre, but with good luck, he can break through the seventh-grade...]
The font appeared in the eyes, and Fang Zheng stepped forward.
"Colonel Captain!"
When Fang Zheng spoke, the other jailers stopped teasing and stepped forward.
This is their lead boss.
Wu Huo, one of the leaders of Tianlao No. C.
There are three leaders in Tianlao No. C.
The guard leader, the jailer leader, and a chief lieutenant commanded the guard jailers. They were the real people in charge of the No. C prison. However, such big figures rarely showed up unless something special happened.
"Fang Zheng, why do you look so bad?" Wu Huo walked up to him and asked, frowning as he looked at Fang Zheng, who looked as pale as paper.
"There's something wrong with my practice, my energy and blood are clashing. Lieutenant, I'd like to take a few days off." Fang Zheng lowered his head and said.
"Let me take a look." Wu Huo stretched out his hand and hit Fang Zheng on the shoulder.
"The loss of Jingyuan is so serious?"
Withdrawing his hand, Wu Huo looked at Fang Zheng.
"It will take a few days to heal," Fang Zheng said.
"You will be allowed three days off to recuperate." Wu Huo said.
"Thank you Captain!" Fang Zheng handed over his hand, said hello to several fellow jailers, and then left the prison.
…
After leaving Tianlao, Fang Zheng was not in a hurry to go home, but went to Fangshi.
After wandering around for a few times, Fangzheng walked into a medicinal shop.
[Centennial ginseng has a good nourishing effect and can improve your health...]
[Baicao pills are actually pills made from some common medicinal materials, and their effect is not as good as century-old ginseng. 】
[The golden gun does not fall down the pill, which can give you high combat effectiveness for an hour. 】
…
Entering the medicine store, Fang Zheng glanced around.
Founder screened the various medicinal materials according to the prompts.
I bought some powerful nourishing medicinal materials, which cost nearly ten taels in total.
With sadness, Fang Zheng returned home.
Entering the kitchen, Fang Zheng cooked some medicinal ingredients, drank it, and quickly absorbed the magic power before his pale face regained its rosy color.
"After getting the Qilin True Blood, it seems we have to find a way to make money..."
Fang Zheng took a breath and thought in his mind.
Cultivation is very expensive.
Going one step further requires more money to support the purchase of various resources.
The cultivation level of the children of big families is generally higher than that of other cultivators. The reason is that they have strong enough cultivation resources to support them.
Feeling somewhat recovered, and with his mana back to its peak, Fang Zheng adjusted his mentality, took out the talisman paper, and started making talismans.
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One stroke after another, it is perfectly outlined.
When the last one fell, Fang Zheng's heart tightened instantly.
I have failed before, but this is the last step. If you are not nervous, it is a lie.
"Buzz——"
A ray of light rose, and the next second, the spell in front of him was dragged up by a mysterious force.
A feeling that made his soul palpitate came from the spell.
After a while, the light disappeared and the spell fell.
"Success!"
Seeing that the talisman in front of him did not turn into ashes, Fang Zheng showed uncontrollable joy on his face.
If you're not excited, that's a lie.
A night of consecutive failures made his mentality completely shattered.
This time, it finally succeeded.
After calming down his excitement, Fang Zheng picked up the Black God Talisman and looked at it.
There was a hint of luster, and Fang Zheng felt a creepy feeling when he looked directly at the Black God Talisman.
[The Black God Spell has a restraining effect on the soul. The stimulating spell can severely damage the soul. If the soul is weak, it can be directly killed and destroyed...]
The font appeared in Fang Zheng's eyes. Looking at his masterpiece, Fang Zheng felt comfortable and his face became more rosy.
Success!
It also means that refining the true blood of Qilin will not be a problem for him.
…
"This talisman...isn't it powerful enough?"
Calm down and think about it.
How powerful is Wei Zhongxian's ray of spiritual will?
Fang Zheng is not sure.
The cultivation level of this big shot directly surpassed that of the chief lieutenant of Bingzi Tianlao.
At least by refining the gods, it is possible to reach the realm of gods and humans.
The sixth level of refining the spirit combines and solidifies the emptiness of the soul and will. Only the soul in this realm can be called the soul.
Below the sixth level, the soul is invisible and insubstantial. If you step up a step, the gap will be earth-shaking.
Ninth level of immortality.
One product and one heaven.
And these nine grades are divided into upper three grades, middle third grades, and lower third grades.
The seventh grade crosses the sixth grade, and has entered the ranks of the middle third grade from the lower third grade.
Countless people in the Dayong Dynasty were among the lower third-level cultivators.
If you reach the third grade, it will be different.
Already belongs to the middle power.
As for reaching the third level, you really want to touch the Immortal Path of Immortality.
And above the first level, there is the legendary supreme true immortal.
However, it is not clear whether there is.
Even if there is, Fang Zheng cannot know about it.
On the surface, he hasn't heard it yet.
Even today’s Emperor Yong and Emperor Tianqi.
It’s also a first-class product.
However, with the blessing of the dynasty's luck, this first-level one can defeat more than 99% of the immortal cultivators, and can even compete with the supreme true immortal.
The Yong Dynasty was at war.
Emperor Apocalypse ignored government affairs.
Rebellious thieves create chaos and deceive people's hearts.
Demons and demons are in chaos, running rampant in the world.
But in the final analysis, the Yong Dynasty still stands.
Why?
The luck of the dynasty is fundamental. If Emperor Tianqi does not die, the Yong Dynasty will never be destroyed.
There is only one true leader in Nantian Continent, Dayong.
Suppress all nations and unify the south.
Although there are demons and demons causing chaos and rebellion, in the end it is just a small wave.
In the past, Nantian continent was filled with thousands of nations.
Historically known as 'all nations, all nations,'!
But now, all the nations have been destroyed, and only Dayong dominates the southern sky.
Originating from the south and northwest, sweeping across all nations, the Dayong Dynasty's heritage is unfathomable.
The dynasty has been in existence for thousands of years and has been ruled by several generations of human emperors. The southern continent has been divided into thirty-six states and seventy-two prefectures.
Although there are occasional turmoils in a few state capitals, this is nothing to the foundation of the Dayong Dynasty.
Rumor has it that the reason why Emperor Tianqi ignored the government affairs was to attack the supreme immortal way and become a true immortal.
If successful, even if more than half of the state capitals of the dynasty are in turmoil, it can be easily suppressed.
Back to business.
The true immortal is too far away from me.
Refining Qilin's true blood and forging a powerful Tao foundation is Fang Zheng's current goal.
"It's better to make a few more."
After thinking for a moment, Fang Zheng eliminated distracting thoughts and began to continue making talismans.
If one isn't enough, get two.
With more preparation, he could more safely eliminate Wei Zhongxian's ray of soul consciousness.
…
The sun rises into the sky.
The scorching sun shines on the land of Yongdu.
A few hours passed, and there were already more than a dozen Black God spells in front of Fang Zheng.
Just as I guessed, the root cause was the blood issue.
Replacing it with essence and blood went surprisingly smoothly.
"call……"
The last spell was successful, and Fang Zheng let out a breath.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he looked at the eighteen black god spells in front of him, with a smile on his pale face.
Eighteen black god spells, this time, they are stable!
"Eat first, and then we'll start."
After sorting out the charms and putting them aside, Fang Zheng followed him out.
…
After half an hour, we were full of wine and food.
Fang Zheng's energy, energy and mana have almost recovered.
Lock doors and windows.
The room was dark.
On the bed, Fang Zheng took out the bottle containing Kirin's true blood and looked at the Kirin's true blood in the bottle with a solemn expression.
After unscrewing the bottle, Fang Zheng sealed his own mana.
The next second, a surging energy burst out like a flood.
The blood was boiling all over his body.
The breath of true blood spread instantly.
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Size C.
Three levels of prison.
In the cell, Wei Zhongxian, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes, and his cloudy eyes burst into light.
"TMD, I thought you stopped practicing, but you finally started!"
A smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and Wei Zhongxian's heart relaxed instantly.
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