time flies.
In the dark Demon Suppression Cave, Yang Fan harvested the demon blood bit by bit. Under his conscious control, not much blood was taken from each demon.
And he himself also sneaked down secretly.
Different from the ordinary demons on the first level, starting from the second level, the imprisoned demons are all at the level of Tianguan, which is the level of Demon King.
However, the Demon King is also different.
According to the levels that Yang Fan heard about, they are divided into waning moon level, half moon level, and full moon level, which correspond to the hero level, true king level, and heavenly level of warriors.
The second level is basically of the waning moon level, while the third level is mostly of the half moon level.
Unfortunately, the next level has been completely integrated with the Demonic Abyss. A huge crack is covered by heavy legal seals, and an imperial edict can be vaguely suppressed on it.
There is a yellow dragon circling on the dazzling golden imperial edict, with a deep aura and full of boundless majesty. It seems to exist to seal the crack.
Yang Fan carefully observed for a while and then retreated.
I found a secret place on the third floor and continued practicing.
Most of the demon kings here are half-moon level, and the demon blood is so strong that he is like a mouse falling into a rice vat, bursting into laughter.
Ten days.
The big tendons surrounding him have become more and more dense, and the strips are like black hair, like monster black snakes, giving people a terrifying and weird feeling.
At this time, a faint purple color appeared on the black ribs.
The whole twisting coiled together, covering Yang Fan. Vaguely, the big tendons covering his body had actually formed a huge black Bodhisattva.
The black Bodhisattva-like appearance showed a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.
Weird, weird!
But it also contains a hint of compassion for all living beings!
"hiss!"
Yang Fan suddenly opened his eyes, breathed heavily, and immediately stopped practicing.
Drawing too much demon blood at once made his eyes faintly ooze purple.
He closed his eyes, and the qi and blood furnace on his chest slowly tilted, countless masculine qi and blood poured down, and the purple meaning in his eyes slowly dissipated.
The originally smiling Black Bodhisattva became expressionless again.
"I'm full again."
He stood up, swaying slightly, and a trace of blood oozed from his nostrils.
Compared with the price, he undoubtedly gained more.
The progress of Jinjin Bodhisattva's cultivation has reached 3,000. In a short period of time, he has completed 2,500 large tendons!
The first big muscle refining is completely completed!
"Who is the Bodhisattva? I am the Bodhisattva!"
At this moment, every muscle in his body was shining with a faint black light, as gloomy as the night!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
He sat cross-legged in a cage, slowly opened his eyes, and raised his head slightly.
The black Bodhisattva that enveloped him seemed to revive and suddenly activated!
Large tendons twisted and circled like black hair dancing wildly, and then suddenly shot out, piercing straight into the steel-like wall.
It went straight in for several feet without any hindrance!
The cage that trapped the Demon King was broken like tofu with just one poke!
It is worthy of being known as the Tendon Bodhisattva with one big muscle and one dragon. This strong and sharp feeling is almost as good as the ordinary magic weapon!
"After one refinement is completed, the Muscular Bodhisattva can be considered as the initial perfection. After two more refinements, my Black Bodhisattva may be truly complete!"
A smile appeared on Yang Fan's tired face.
Compared with the extremely fast muscle training, the meat training that started early got stuck in the middle.
Of course, one practices the evil way and is eager for quick success, while the other practices the right way and is dignified. This difference in speed is actually normal.
After cleaning up briefly, Yang Fan planned to leave here.
After disappearing for ten days, in order to avoid delaying business, I still need to go out and have a look.
After leaving Qintian Prison, it was night time.
He glanced at the roof of the Star-Zhaing Building. Supervisor Shen was still sitting cross-legged on the roof, holding a fishing rod, as if waiting for the next blind demon king to take the bait.
Yang Fan's figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.
Shen Jianzheng, who was fishing with his eyes closed, suddenly turned his head and glanced at his departing back.
"As expected of the Star of Chongsheng."
"The Blood Martial Saint has actually reached perfection early. He has also refined the Skin Demon King and the Muscle Bodhisattva. The meat refining process is about to be completed! The son of destiny is extremely terrifying!"
But he didn't know why, but he didn't seem to see Yang Fan's Taoist and literary power!
After thinking for a moment, Supervisor Shen was looking up at the sky.
In the horoscope that originally had five stars in opposition to the Holy Spirit, one of them has already faintly covered the Emperor Star!
The brilliance of the remaining few is also constantly increasing.
Around the stars, there are several stars gradually approaching, and the chaotic sea of stars in the sky and earth seems to be brewing to form a new star map.
"When the Ming Dynasty conquered the country, the roots of disaster were already laid."
"Today, the Buddha occupies the great sun, the Tao occupies the lonely moon, but the Ming dynasty only occupies the emperor star! Perhaps, the heavens are destined to cause a great chaos to correct everything."
"After all, God's will cannot be violated."
Supervisor Shen took a deep look at the big star whose brilliance vaguely covered the Emperor Star, and sighed.
"That's all, don't worry about me. I'm so weak, so I can't care about that much!"
He took a bird leg out of his sleeve and took a bite, the juices exploding in his mouth.
Shen Jianzheng couldn't help but show an expression of satisfaction on his face, and said softly: "The demon meat still smells good, but it's a pity that the dog in Dongchang can't eat it..."
at the same time.
Yang Fan has moved away from Qintian Prison, and the feeling of being spied on has finally dissipated.
His slightly stiff body slowly recovered.
Just now, he didn't even dare to look back. He only felt that the pair of dark and deep eyes coming from the top of the Star-Zhaing Tower were like the eyes of gods in the sky falling down!
Seems to be able to see through everything!
Almost all his muscles, bones, skin and flesh must be completely penetrated!
Fortunately, at the critical moment, the "Tao Te Ching" seemed to be touched and emitted a green light, completely covering his soul and literary power.
This would prevent him from completely exposing his true identity.
When something like this happened, Yang Fan's joy of having just begun to practice Jinjin Bodhisattva dissipated.
"Is it Shen Jianzheng of Qintian Prison?"
Yang Fan's expression changed.
Is it at the heavenly and human level, or above the heavenly and human level?
This world is so unreasonable!
I have just passed the third level of cultivation. Although I can be considered a true king of martial arts, I have not yet perfected it. How could I meet such a strong person who has surpassed the level?
Yang Fan suddenly wanted to take his two wives and run away with the bucket together with Han Qianyun and the others.
The further we advance, the deeper we find that the waters of Ming Dynasty are getting deeper.
"Well, the empress has already reached a deal with the man from the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and is about to ascend to the throne. How can I leave at this time?"
Yang Fan took a deep breath and his eyes became firm again.
"Everything is powerless just because I'm not strong enough!"
Yang Fan regained his composure in his eyes, thinking of his arrangements at Donglin College, "Maybe I need to speed up the pace a little bit more, or even give a sermon in advance in the name of giving lectures!"
"Sooner or later, I will stand at the top of the Ming Dynasty!"
