Lu Fei didn't have the spirit of specializing in one skill, and now his cultivation was very complicated. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The secret method of refining the soul of Buddhism, the true scriptures of creation of double cultivation, and some very unique and extremely practical secret techniques. Therefore, Lu Fei has no pressure in his heart to cultivate this secret technique of the Wu Clan, and the most critical step of the Wu Clan's Supreme Holy Art Cultivation Ghost Cultivation Method given by the master is to use his own essence to forcibly open up this section of the blood aperture, and the effect of opening the blood aperture can store essence and blood vitality is almost no less than that of the dantian.

As long as you think about it, you don't need to open up your body anymore, as long as you have ten or eight blood apertures, then you can store several times the essence blood vitality of others, and for those who rely on the essence blood vitality to fight and cast secret methods, the effect is earth-shattering.

The only pity is that I don't know if this opened up blood aperture can store the true yuan mana of the monk like the dantian, if it does, it will be a real rebellion!

An obscure scripture sounded, and Lu Fei lit a bonfire in his residence, jumping and jumping around it, which was extremely funny.

The supreme secret technique of the Wu Clan in Lu Fei's hand was shared with him after the comprehension of the Demon Weapon Spirit and the Bliss True Person, and he tried to practice it.

Three or five kinds of top-grade spirit fruits were enshrined on a jade table, and these fruits were the fruits of those extremely precious spirit flowers and strange trees that had long disappeared in the legend on the ancient spirit mountain under the Divine Refining Gate that Lu Fei had collected into the Cave Heaven Blessed Land. Containing infinite spiritual power, Lu Fei's human body can't be easily taken, and on weekdays, it can only be swallowed by Mu Feng, which not only satisfies the appetite of the mouth, but also is a supreme medicine to improve the strength of Mu Feng's incarnation.

Now the incarnation of Mu Feng has activated the imprint in the bloodline, awakening the most original fire attribute ability of the phoenix, the reason is that in addition to the help of the large insect true spirit and the ancient bronze bell, it is also related to eating these spirit fruits for a long time.

These are considered sacrifices, and Lu Fei tried them a little, so the number of them was not much, and the varieties were not complete.

Anyway, this method of opening the blood aperture can be repeated, as long as there is a sacrifice, the essence and blood reserves on the body are enough to impact the blood aperture portal to consume, then it can be done once a day. It's just that even the genius of the Wu clan can't afford the kind of consumption that Lu Fei guessed.

For the secret art of the Wu Clan, Lu Fei never underestimated or laughed because of some memories of his previous life, and Lu Fei's heart suddenly welled up with sadness.

The thick sense of grief made Lu Fei's heart tug, and tears blurred his eyes.

At this moment, all of Lu Fei's thoughts were stripped out and entered a special state, Lu Fei felt that the whole person was floating out, the divine soul was expanding and expanding, the volume was getting bigger and bigger, and the divine soul was getting thinner and thinner, and the scattered divine soul was like a cloud of smoke and light veil, and it was connected with all things in this world with a unique perception and affinity.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt flashed, Lu Fei's special state was broken, and his divine soul shrank back like a frightened hare.

A trace of something special was blocked by the body and remained on the surface of the skin of the body, and a rough and simple but extraordinary texture was naturally formed.

Those strange lines flashed and disappeared, and after three breaths, they disappeared under Lu Fei's skin. Lu Fei himself felt that the affinity between his body and this heaven and earth had increased by several orders of magnitude at once, and some traces of the law of order were vaguely perceived by Lu Fei, this should be the ability of the Yuanying Cultivator!

"Very talented little one!huh!??!

A magical and terrifying scene appeared, and the Cave Heaven Blessed Land that Lu Fei had been hiding all along, which even Jin Jiannan could not perceive, was crushed by a huge bronze giant hand, and the various spirit fruits ripened in the Cave Heaven Blessed Land were swept away by this giant hand. The lotus flower, which was originally very arrogant in front of Lu Fei, trembled like a little fox dormant under the rolling thunder, if it weren't for the strange bell that made a crisp sound, the giant hand paused for a moment and let go of the finger pinching the lotus stem, this Xuantian Spirit Plant would look ugly.

The array flag in the sky that acted as the sun, moon and stars was shocked by this giant hand, emitting terrifying fluctuations, Lu Fei's mind turned, and he immediately had a guess, this is really a narrow road.

The heart suddenly rose to his throat, and if he couldn't suppress the battle between the two, the rhythm would be over soon.

However, it was not Lu Fei who could mediate the two, and the Cave Heaven Blessed Land was torn apart like a twisted canvas by the violent spiritual power cyclone, and the Xuantian Wood Spirit Domain, a wood-attribute true spirit array known for its defensive and staying power, was like a fragile porcelain, and cracks cut off the operation of the large array. The thirty-six old-year-old and high-grade spirit wood miracle pills that were the formation flags opened one wound after another, and the rich medicinal herb and wood breath spread.

Lu Fei's heart was very painful, this time the loss was too great, the key was that the loss continued, and every breath there were countless precious elixirs that were shattered by those scattered cyclones.

Isn't it just a dance, and the price is too great. (Let's collect it, it's so pitiful that there are only a few hundred collections)

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