Three months later, Lu Heng looked at a radish essence in front of him with wriggling roots moving rapidly, and showed a heartfelt smile.

He used the remnants of Hongmeng's parasitism, supplemented by the division of human immortal flesh and blood, and finally refined it with internal force, and then raised it in the dantian with the light of the primordial infant for 7749 days, and finally succeeded in refining the second clone!

In fact, Lu Heng's original idea was that a drop of blood was enough to derive a clone, but it turned out that he overestimated himself, with his current human immortal realm, a drop of blood is indeed very powerful, but it is far from enough to derive a life.

His current drop of blood can only refine a relatively weak monk or goblin into a puppet without a sense, and this puppet cannot survive forever, but can only last for a day, and will die completely.

This is a combination of the four systems of cultivation, human immortals, plus ancient martial arts, and refining gods, resulting in an incredible supernatural power, and the four systems are indispensable. In other words, in the vast world, it is likely that only Lu Heng alone can have this kind of supernatural power!

Although it took a lot of effort to achieve the effect he wanted, Lu Heng's heart was full of excitement, because he was very optimistic about the prospects of this magical power!

And even at this time, he was incredibly excited by the effect that this supernatural power could play.

A drop of his blood can directly refine people or demons with strength below the foundation building period into puppets, if this ability can only be barely regarded as a novelty, then what if it is said that the blood is dropped on other people's magic weapons?

For example, the two people who were fighting at the same time sacrificed a magic weapon to fight against each other, and Lu Heng suddenly dripped a few drops of blood on the magic weapon, supplemented by the magic magic technique......

In the long run, in this world, who else dares to show the magic weapon in front of Lu Heng?

The outlook is encouraging!

Lu Heng suppressed the joy in his heart, although his blood would also corrode now, or destroy the divine sense imprint in the enemy's magic weapon, but it also depended on who the opponent was.

If it was the mother-in-law, Wang Tao and the like before, they would be in front of Lu Heng at this moment, which would be equivalent to sending the treasure boy, and if a drop of blood went down, the magic weapon would immediately change hands.

But if it is a big demon like Sun Wukong, Bull Demon King and so on, it will not be so easy for Lu Heng to receive his magic weapon, it is likely that in addition to blood and magic magic techniques, he will have to create the right opportunity at the right time.

As for Guanyin, Jade Emperor and the like, Lu Heng didn't even think about it, it was very likely that if he threw out a drop of blood, others would use this drop of blood against him instead.

"But with this magical power......" Lu Heng's eyes narrowed slightly, and a tangled expression appeared on his face.

This thought is three days and three nights.

In the end, Lu Heng finally made a decision, a wisp of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes, and with a move of his hand, a transparent monkey hair flew out of the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda and floated down on his palm.

Five hundred years ago, before Sun Wukong was killed by Guanyin, he had a fierce battle with Lu Heng in Chen Xuanzang's illusion.

At that time, Lu Heng had moved Sun Wukong with his words, so that he quietly left a little origin spirituality, and no one knew about it.

Originally, Lu Heng planned to wait for the Supreme Treasure to transform into Sun Wukong, and return this origin spiritual object to its original owner, so that at least it would not make the good Monkey King become a fighting Buddha. Perhaps, there will be a comrade-in-arms who will fight side by side.

But that's just a possibility.

Now, with a better way, Lu Heng no longer intends to fulfill Sun Wukong.

Not only that, but he also wants to occupy the magpie's nest!

Lu Heng stared at the transparent monkey hair in front of him expressionlessly, and muttered in his mouth: "Don't blame me for being vicious, Sun Wukong, if you want to blame, I can only blame you for being too unreliable before, so I can't believe it......"

Tick!

Blood dripped, and the transparent monkey hair was suddenly covered with a layer of red blood mist, and bubbles bubbled, and with each bubble shattered, there would be a terrible and painful roar, and in the blood mist, something was faintly struggling, as if it was about to break the seal.

Tick!

Another drop of blood dripped down, and the blood mist became thicker, and at the same time, a human form protruded as if it was bound by the blood mist, and roared viciously: "Lu Heng! You're fooling me......"

Lu Heng's face was expressionless, and he stretched out his hand and lightly - Fusion Divine Technique!

Syllable!

All the blood-colored foam exploded and turned into nothingness.

Lu Heng dropped a third drop of blood.

As Lu Heng continued to drip blood, refine, and nourish, in the end, this monkey hair returned to its original appearance - a transparent monkey hair, lying quietly on its palm.

Lu Heng did not relax, his mind moved, he included it in the sea of knowledge, and began the sacrifice with the Five Yin Divine Thunder.

At a certain moment, suddenly a fierce monkey phantom appeared in the sea of knowledge, and roared sadly: "I hate it so much! Lu Heng! ”

Thundered!

The heavenly thunder instantly submerged the monkey.

This refinement is another seven seven and forty-nine days.

Forty-nine days later, Lu Heng opened his eyes and felt it carefully, shook his head and said to himself: "It's almost ...... fire."

So he put the monkey hair in the Yuan Baby, and raised the monkey hair with the power of the Yuan Baby, and after another hundred days, he was satisfied with taking out the monkey hair and showing a smile.

His second doppelganger is about to become!

With a thought in his mind, Lu Heng slashed out with a thunderbolt, completely destroying the spirit plant puppet used in the previous experiment.

From today on, he can refine a puppet or a clone, and he must not leave the slightest clue, and even if he uses his blood to change the magic weapon to the owner, Lu Heng also intends not to use it easily, if it is not inevitable, just in case someone sees a clue from it and guesses something.

Putting away the monkey hair, Lu Heng walked out of the immortal mansion.

Since the last time I left Huaguo Mountain, another 400 years have passed.

Lu Heng stood at the gate of the Immortal Mansion, looking at the endless ocean from afar, and felt a little emotional for a while.

Four hundred years have passed for him now like a snap of his fingers, just a retreat.

Mortals say that immortals are good, and immortals also say that mortals are just ants, and they will turn into dirt in a hundred years.

However, the hundred years of mortals are at least wonderful and fulfilling, and although many monks can live for thousands of years, most of their time they spend their time in retreat and cultivation like the living dead, and the time they really come out and walk around may not be as long as the lives of mortals.

In this way, even if the cultivation of immortals achieves immortality, what is the point of such an immortality?

Shaking his head, Lu Heng stopped thinking about it, he was just feeling emotional, and naturally he would not let his Dao heart slack off.

After 400 years of retreat, it is time to go and walk around this place.

I don't know what the situation of the old people 500 years ago is now?

Lu Heng was just about to put away the Immortal Mansion when he heard a voice coming from afar: "Lu Daxian!" Lu Taixian! ”

Lu Heng frowned, turned around, and saw that Prime Minister Gui was coming towards this side, his face full of anxiety.

Lu Heng silently pinched his fingers, and a trace of astonishment suddenly flashed in his eyes, and then he showed a look that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Xianfu is not busy putting it away.