Chapter Eighty-Five: Refining the Living

"Hmph, I forgot to tell you, before I want the soul black spirit liquid, of course I need human blood as auxiliary materials. ”

What the!

Usually when Bo heard this, his eyes were full of despair, and he gritted his teeth and glared at Zhou Jinbo.

"Zhou Jinbo, you are so inhuman! I'm going to kill you!"

didn't wait for Ping Bo to scold again, Zhou Jinbo had already struck again, and another sword pierced Ping Bo's abdomen, and with a 'poof' sound, blood flowed.

'Plop' fell to the ground again, and his life whimpered.

After that, Zhou Jinbo smiled proudly, and with only one hand, he lifted the breathless usually berth and walked to the corner next to him, where there were many huge magic weapons of all kinds, enough to put a person in.

Zhou Jinbo poured all the human blood in his usual body into the magic weapon.

On the day of the turmoil in the forbidden land, he usually drank a lot of black blood of the beast soul in the mysterious cave.

However, there is still a use, and it is not necessary to use it in vain.

Zhang Jun was really shocked when he saw this ruthless Zhou Jinbo's style, he was really afraid of killing people without blinking his eyelids, this is also the end that he usually deserves.

Of course, there is a reason why Zhou Jinbo can use a villain like Ping Bo, and it is impossible to use such a person easily.

Now killing Pingbo and taking out the beast soul blood is Zhou Jinbo's real purpose.

Seeing that his face was getting darker and darker, paralyzed, like a dead donkey, it was really a little pitiful, and Zhang Jun still sympathized with this poor person more or less.

Poor people must also have something to hate.

This is understandable, being a human being, doing too much evil is not a good thing.

Zhou Jinbo directly threw the used up Pingbo into the corner, no longer caring about the guy, and then looked at Zhang Jun.

Zhou Jinbo's eyes turned cold, this time it was finally this kid's turn.

"Boss Zhang Jun, what's the matter, this old immortal wants to kill you like a chicken and bleed to play!"

Sun Caiguo's face is not very good-looking, and he is very worried about Zhang Jun's safety.

After all, I just saw the tragic situation of Ping Bo with my own eyes, and secretly scolded this week Jin Bo Tai is so cruel that he actually slaughters people as animals and lets them bleed.

Zhang Jun threw a comforting look at Sun Caiguo and told him not to worry, everything has its own certainty.

It's better if you hide from it, and if you die here today, it's fate, and there's nothing to complain about.

Zhang Jun breathed a long sigh of relief and said secretly, come on, resign yourself to fate this time.

It seems that God is going to kill himself!

"Haha, it's finally your kid's turn, and the soul black spirit liquid is about to arrive!"

Zhou Jinbo's face looked very excited, and he smiled at Zhang Junyan next to the big magic weapon full of black blood, looking very unbeaten.

"Brother Jun, what should I do, it's time to finish the fun!" Sun Caiguo saw that guy's sinister smile, and he became even more nervous.

Zhang Jun comforted Sun Caiguo and got up calmly.

Zhou Jinbo just flicked his sleeves, and the strand of mana cut the rope on Zhang Jun's body in an instant, and the rope fell to the ground.

"Come on, stinky boy, you don't need me to do it, you go directly into the magic weapon, and I will cast a spell to extract the soul black spirit liquid. ”

Zhou Jinbo commanded, his tone was noncommittal.

The reason why he used such a method to refine the soul black spirit liquid was also because he had a chance to obtain a cultivation secret technique back then.

In this way, the soul black spirit liquid could be poured from Zhang Jun's body into his own body.

The soul black spirit liquid must be helped by black blood with aura, and then mixed with all kinds of immortal medicines, and refined for more than a hundred days before the soul black spirit liquid can be truly purified.

Zhang Jun's current situation is that the soul black spirit liquid is in his own body.

He had not completely assimilated the soul black spirit fluid, and the two had not completely become one, otherwise, his whole body would have been covered with red and black spots.

Zhang Jun couldn't refuse Zhou Jinbo at all, he had to listen to the other party's orders, and there was no other way.

Zhou Jinbo began to cast spells, reciting various incomprehensible spells in his mouth, and there were slowly changes in the magic weapon.

Zhang Jun only felt that his shoulders and limbs began to feel slightly, that feeling was very special, and he couldn't say it for a while, as if there was a stream of magic qi running in his body.

The flow of blood starts at a fast rate and then slows down, and then stagnates.

Zhou Jinbo's face was excited and curious, and he was looking forward to getting the soul black spirit liquid soon, so that he would not be far from the position of the head of the Ten Faces Sect.

Zhou Jinbo chanted the incantation repeatedly, constantly outputting mana into the great magic weapon.

Soon, Zhang Jun began to feel that his whole body was cold and hot for a while, and it seemed that there were two magic qi constantly confronting each other, and the place where the black spiritual liquid of the soul reacted the strongest.

Half an hour passed.

Zhang Jun felt the scorching heat, as if he had a hand in his body, trying to pull out the soul black spirit liquid.

Zhang Jun couldn't bear it, he couldn't help gritting his teeth and holding up the huge pain, he stared at Zhou Jinbo, and he wanted to kill people.

Seeing this, Zhou Jinbo has not improved for half an hour.

What does this mean, and what step of your own process is going wrong?

He frowned, but he hadn't yet made the soul black spirit liquid.

The soul black spiritual liquid can only be in this great magic weapon without losing its aura.

If Zhang Jun is killed directly, and then the soul black spirit liquid is taken out, Zhou Jinbo is afraid that the soul black spirit liquid will lose its aura and can no longer be used.

What can I do?

Zhou Jinbo frowned, a little at a loss, the soul black spirit liquid had not yet appeared.

He had to increase the intensity of his exercises, and after that, Zhang Jun was even more uncomfortable.

Zhang Jun was very backbone, all like this, but he still didn't ask for mercy, but after a few minutes, Zhang Jun found that it didn't feel the same.

He felt more and more cool and comfortable, only to see that the beast blood in the Dafa weapon was actually pumping something into his body little by little, and now Zhou Jinbo had not discovered this.

Obviously, the beast blood qi in the body that usually bois is flowing into Zhang Jun's body in a steady stream.

This is because it is absorbed by the soul black spirit liquid, and in cultivation, it should be called the anti-devouring effect.

Zhang Jun couldn't tell Zhou Jinbo to see something strange, he continued to pretend to be very uncomfortable, at this time, it was a critical time to test Zhang Jun's acting skills.

Whether you can survive or not depends on these five cents for acting.

After the beast blood qi was fed into the blood vessels in Zhang Jun's body, it directly gathered into the soul black spirit liquid, which was a bit like the meaning of huddling together for warmth.

Two minutes later, the two successfully and completely fused into the Soul Black Elixir.

Kindness?

What happened?

The unexpected situation made Zhou Jinbo frown, and his face began to turn from blue to black.

To his surprise, he saw that Zhang Jun's face began to deform, one moment round and one moment flat, and one moment square and one moment growing again, this is the rhythm of mutation.

Or what?

Zhou Jinbo couldn't understand the routine of this soul black spirit liquid.

At a glance, Zhang Jun's body surface also began to slowly change, with more and more red spots, and some luminous bodies also appeared.