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Cold sweat kept rolling down Fang Lingjun's forehead.

She pinched the trick with both hands and shot out a stream of spiritual power forward.

Complex fingering, drawing esoteric runes.

After a day and a night, she finally withdrew her hand, opened her eyes and exhaled a long breath.

According to the guidance of the "Huo's Spirit Injection Great Method", Fang Lingjun laid down three hundred and sixty-five magic tricks on the 'Shen Abyss Ice Bead'!

The beads that were now suspended in front of her shone with an incomparably bright cold light.

However, Fang Lingjun did not show the slightest relaxation.

Because those 365 fingers are only the first step in the infusion!

If Lingcheng is not successful, it depends on this last link!

Fang Lingjun was not in a hurry to carry out the following links, but stopped to meditate with peace of mind and recover the spiritual power that had passed.

The last link is to temper the demon soul of the Blue Ice Bird with the unique recipe in the "Huo's Spirit Injection Dafa", and after the tyrannical aura on the demon soul is removed, the demon soul can be injected into the spirit weapon!

It sounds simple, but it's not much easier than the steps just now.

In this last link, if you take a wrong step, the soul of the incomparably precious Heaven and Earth Beast will disappear!

Therefore, Fang Lingjun naturally had to adjust his spirit to the best.

After the spiritual power was fully restored, Fang Lingjun carefully took out a porcelain bottle.

She took a deep breath and solemnly uncorked the bottle.

"Huh~!" A clear and graceful, birdsong like nine heavens fairy music came out of the bottle.

A bird soul the size of a palm, translucent, and shining with blue ice crystals appeared in front of Fang Lingjun.

She carefully studied the bird's soul in front of her.

The bird has the head of an oriole. The body of a phoenix. Tail feathers. But it is as short as a frost sword, and his legs are as slender as a crane.

Its body emitted a hazy blue light, like the morning dew, and like the fog in winter.

Cold! Holy!

Majestic!!

Just a palm-sized miniature soul brought such a strong coercion to Fang Lingjun, it was unimaginable that this Blue Ice Bird was still alive. What a terrifying existence it could be?!!!

Thinking about this, Fang Lingjun paid more attention to this spiritual infusion.

Whether it is her Abyss Ice Bead or the Demon Soul of the Blue Ice Bird, they are all spiritual things that are difficult to find in this world!

Naturally, she wouldn't allow the infusion to fail!

However, she had never injected a spirit weapon before, and now it was the first time.

So he hurriedly got rid of all the distracting thoughts in his heart, not thinking about it as unsuccessful, but only running the content of "Huo's Spiritual Injection Dafa" in his head.

Dedicated people will always inexplicably exude a special charm.

Just like Fang Lingjun was now, his eyes were terrifyingly bright. Like the night sky glass, shining.

The blue ice bird's body continued to compress. From the size of a palm, to a fist to hold.

Although his body has shrunk, the cold aura has become more and more intense...... Even Fang Lingjun, who had the Nine Yin Mysterious Qi, was also so cold that his lips and teeth trembled.

After the Blue Ice Bird's soul shrank a little further, Fang Lingjun stretched out his palm and pushed forward.

With a "whoosh", the ice-blue figure jumped into the ice beads.

The most critical moment has arrived!

Fang Lingjun quickly pointed towards the ice beads, and the three hundred and sixty-five magic runes that had been laid out in advance activated at this moment.

The ice shines brightly, and it wants to blind people's eyes.

As the runes lit up, the ice beads couldn't stop trembling, as if the ice birds inside wanted to break free from the ice beads.

At this moment, Fang Lingjun gathered his energy and concentrated his mind, pouring all the divine consciousness of his whole body into the ice beads, helping the ice beads resist the ice bird riot.

Time passes little by little.

Three days later, in the dark tunnel, Fang Lingjun slowly opened his eyes.

"Whew~!" She withdrew her hand and got up.

From arranging the runes to completely refining the Ice Bird Demon Soul, it took a total of three days and three nights.

Coupled with the process that Fang Lingjun used to regulate breathing and restoring spiritual power, she had been in the underground secret passage for nearly five days!!

"Just in time for tomorrow's fight." Fang Lingjun looked at the ice bead in his hand and muttered to himself.

Tomorrow, a draw matchup awaits her.

According to the rules of the Colosseum, each person will have ten mandatory draws for the finals every month.

In this month's lottery matchup, Fang Lingjun has completed nine matchups.

Tomorrow is the final draw of the month.

As for the opponent in the draw, she already knew that it was a strong player in the 149th place in the Dounu points!

Before, Fang Lingjun had never encountered less than 150 players, whether it was a draw match or an ordinary ring match.

The highest, that is, against a 200-ranked Dou Slave.

And that game was also one of the few games that Fang Lingjun lost!

Of course, that was two years ago, and at that time, Fang Lingjun had not yet entered the late stage of Qi cultivation, and his pores were only in the realm of Dacheng.

It can't be compared to her now!

However, today's opponent is different, not the 200th ranked Dou Nu, but the 149th Dou Nu!!

After being in the Colosseum for so long, Fang Lingjun certainly knew that every ranking promotion represented an increase in strength.

So, she doesn't think she's going to be able to beat her opponent tomorrow.

Then, before the game began, she refined the spirit of the ice bird into the ice beads.

Looking at the palm of his hand, he shrunk a large circle, and the color changed from pure white to azure blue ice beads, Fang Lingjun felt a little more confident in his heart.

As early as years ago, she had already taken out the Shen Abyss Ice Bead and used it.

After all, she was now a monk in the late stage of Qi cultivation, and she could barely control the spiritual weapon.

Moreover, there are not a few fighting slaves who have spiritual weapons, so there is no need for Fang Lingjun to be too cautious and worry.

However, she only dared to take out a spiritual weapon to use, if there were too many, she was really afraid that it would attract the attention of those who cared.

Among her many spiritual weapons, the colorful sweat towel consumes the most divine sense and spiritual power, and is obviously not suitable for Fang Lingjun; The mountain and river fan is biased towards support, and the attack power is not high.

And so finally. She chose the Abyss Ice Bead.

Fang Lingjun retracted his thoughts. I flipped the beads in my hand. Smile with satisfaction.

She carefully put away the ice beads, and then came out of the pool of blood.

While there is still one night, she has to make up for her sleep, nourish her energy, and be in a good state tomorrow!

Compared to the other fighting slaves who were shocked and frightened by the forced draw of lots, Fang Lingjun seemed unimpressed.

For her, if she draws a player with a low ranking, she should go to pick up points. And if you draw a player with a high ranking, you should enrich your combat experience.

Therefore, in Fang Lingjun's opinion, there is not much difference between the lottery compulsory match and the ordinary ring match.

"Where the hell did the Rakshasa go?"

"Who knows?! Maybe it's hiding, right~? ”

"How is that possible! With the character of the Rakshasa fairy, it will only be others who avoid her, how can she hide from others?! ”

"Not necessarily! After all, her ranking has not yet entered the top 200, and this time, her opponent is 'that person'! ”

"Hiss~! You're right! That person is not a good person, and I don't know if the Rakshasa Fairy will be able to pass him tomorrow......"

Far away. Fang Lingjun saw a circle around the stone room to see the lively fighting slaves.

Listening to the chatter in her ear, she frowned slightly. He quickened his pace and went straight to his dwelling.

"Shhh~! Don't say it, the Rakshasa Fairy is back~! ”

"Ah~! Where?! ”

When everyone saw Fang Lingjun appear behind them, they automatically and consciously moved out of the way, and at the same time closed their mouths and stopped talking.

Fang Lingjun's brows furrowed even tighter, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, as soon as she entered the stone room, she saw a scene that made her angry.

"What is this doing?! Get up! There was a hint of coldness in her tone, three points of warm anger.

"Yo~ Rakshasa Fairy is back? Ha~ I thought the fairy would never show up?! A bald man with a big belly sat on the edge of her stone bed, holding a nun in one hand, chewing on the grapes handed by the nun in his mouth, and laughing.

On the left and right of this bald man, there are more than a dozen fighting slaves in the late stage of qi training, and looking at their respectful appearance of bending over and hunchbacking, you know that it must be the bald follower.

This bald head is Fang Lingjun's opponent tomorrow, the 149th-ranked flower intestine monk!

Cultivation, in the eleventh layer of Qi training!!

What the flower intestine monk practiced was a Buddhist exercise.

In the Western Demon Domain, no one will ever force you to cultivate demonic skills, even if you are cultivating the true inheritance of the four major sects of the Liuyun Continent, no one will talk about you at all.

As for why there are more demon cultivators in the West Demon Domain, in addition to the reasons left over from history, it is also because of the lack of immortal cultivation resources here, the aura is thin, and the magic skills have the characteristics of rapid advancement and fewer bottlenecks, so it has naturally become the first choice of the public.

It's just that most of the magic skills circulating on the market have been tampered with, and although the initial power is strong and the progress is rapid, it often makes people lose their nature and even be demonized......

Putting this point aside, just for the Western Demon Domain, the system that allows monks to cultivate the Tao Sutra, the Dharma, the Demon Body, and the Ghost Flow is much more enlightened than the Liuyun Continent!

It's no wonder that the West Demon Domain has been able to survive in the cracks of the Liuyun Continent for thousands of years!

In this world, apart from being bloody, Fang Lingjun really can't find too many faults.

Perhaps, the strong have always come out of the blood......

Speaking of the Buddha Gong of the Flower Intestine Monk, it is actually not a decent Taoism, but comes from the Huanxi Buddhism that has long disappeared in this continent, to put it bluntly, it is a double cultivation method.

Of course, this flower intestine monk is not a good stubble.

Not to mention the lust 'desire', he often makes up for female slaves!

Many women did not dare to resist the report under his obscenity, so as long as no one died, the head of the foundation cell turned a blind eye.

Compared with Sister Lang, this flower intestine monk is the real tyrant in prison!

Now, what he was holding in his left hand and right hand were the two female cultivators with broken mouths in Fang Lingjun's house.

The girl with a broken mouth is in front of the flower intestine monk, how dare she disobey?! even licked his face and smiled, pandering to them in a playful manner, just begging to serve this flower sausage monk well, and not to be angry with them......

The reason why Fang Lingjun's face was condensed was naturally not for those two broken-mouthed women.

Those two have nothing to do with her, and they can do whatever they like!

And the reason why she is angry is because Meimei and the silent nun are actually ......

…… (To be continued......)