He Yiming's eyes looked at the one hundred and eight large relics with a hint of strange blood. His heart was surging.

Because he has already understood what this power is.

This is the mind, the mind ability that he dreams of and wants in every possible way.

But it is a great pity that the power of this mind is not the product of himself, but from the great relics, or more precisely, from the most mysterious Shinto relics.

In this thought, there is no thought, there is a complete blank space, as if an idiot, in their world, there is no so-called reason, all that is left is instinct.

He Yiming's brows furrowed slightly, and he didn't know what he felt in his heart.

Although He Yiming had been prepared before creating the Blood Clotter, he never imagined that he would encounter such a strange thing.

A blood coagulation person who has not yet been truly created actually has an idea, which has caused a huge impact on He Yiming.

He fell silent. Sensing this thoughtless mind, he wanted to try and integrate his spirit into it.

But soon he gave up, for in his senses, though the thought was emotionless, pale and simple, but at the same time it was a fortress of the utmost solid, and could not be invaded by anything at all.

Of course, there is one thing that still makes He Yiming a little gratified, that is, when He Yiming conveyed his thoughts in the form of commands, this idea was never rejected. It's just the same, but without the slightest reaction.

Looking at the faint color of blood on the ground, He Yiming suddenly understood the reason.

At this moment, this blood coagulant has not succeeded in making it at all, and how can he carry out his orders.

As soon as he thought of this, He Yiming sweated profusely, and for some reason, in the process of making this blood clotter, his spirit and emotions seemed to be too impatient.

Taking a deep breath, He Yiming took out the pill that had been prepared a long time ago and swallowed one.

This is the wound medicine given to him by Hao Tong in the past, but it also has many great tonics, which are used to nourish the body and make up for the loss of qi and blood, and it does have a miraculous effect.

He now uses these drugs when he is making a blood clotter, and his sperm and blood are greatly damaged. Just right.

The powerful medicinal effect quickly spread, and He Yiming's spirit gradually recovered, although it was impossible to really make up for the loss of essence blood at once, but at least it was not a big problem for the body.

In that strange shape, the blood-red color seemed to be getting more and more intense, and in this red light, He Yiming could see that the rudiments of a human body slowly appeared.

He Yiming's eyes lit up suddenly, but he knew that this was just the first step to complete, and if he wanted to truly complete the Blood Condensation Man, even if it was to complete the most basic round of refining, it would take at least two or three years.

That is, he must stay in this damn place for more than two years.

Although He Yiming didn't know if anything bad would happen during this time, whether the world of life and death would never be able to leave again after three months, etc.

These problems have always bothered him, but he has no solution.

Unless it is with the kind of heart that the fish dies and the net is broken, and he uses the Nine Dragon Furnace desperately, He Yiming is definitely difficult to fly.

But what will happen after using the Nine Dragons Furnace? He Yiming has no confidence in this.

He sat down slowly, desperately reined in his mind, and slowly entered a realm similar to meditation.

The true qi in the body surged from surging to calm like water. After a day and a night, He Yiming opened his eyes again.

According to the requirements of the Blood Clotter, it is time to perform the essence blood feeding again.

However, when He Yiming opened his eyes, his eyes suddenly froze, and the surprise in his heart was really indescribable.

In front of him, the red color on the blood clotting man did not disappear, but remained a stable color. At the same time, the blood-colored power inside was still in motion, and the one hundred and eight great relics exuded a strong bloody aura.

He Yiming twitched his nose twice, and his keen spiritual sense immediately sensed that in this bloody qi, there was also a powerful breath of life.

The refining speed of this blood condenser has reached an incredible level, far beyond his imagination.

He Yiming's mouth opened wide in surprise, and he came to the bloody front.

As if sensing his arrival, the blood there shook abruptly.

This kind of scene is actually quite terrifying, but He Yiming, who has experienced the trip to Devil's Crying Ridge, was not affected in any way, but watched all this with interest.

The little thought in his mind jumped as if it had been stirred, and although it was still emotionless, it was much more active than yesterday.

He Yiming remembered the scene when he met the ancient demon on Penglai Immortal Island in the past, and he vaguely understood.

If you want to refine a blood coagulant, this idea is essential. If even this thought cannot be generated, then the blood coagulant is a failed object, and it is impossible to form at all.

What he thought was indeed right, but there was one thing He Yiming didn't know.

Even the founder of the Blood Clotting Sutra in the past had only a little idea after refining it for ten years using one hundred and eight great relics. And control it, and finally perfect it.

Now that He Yiming has just started refining, he has already formed the idea that he can be controlled, which is definitely an incredible thing.

In the final analysis, it is still the relationship of the powerful Shinto relics.

If it weren't for this Divine Dao Relic, He Yiming wouldn't have thought of refining the Blood Condenser so easily.

Using the great relics of the people in Shinto as the main relics to refine the blood condensation person, such a thing, even in the years when Shinto was rampant, was not something that the master who created the blood coagulation sutra could want.

Therefore, there is no explanation for this aspect recorded in the Blood Coagulation Sutra, and with He Yiming's strength at the moment, it is even more impossible to know this.

Since the process of refining the blood condenser seemed to be going well, He Yiming was naturally overjoyed. He took out a Bigu pill and swallowed it, then meditated again.

In this way, He Yiming stayed in this magical place for two full months.

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On this day, by his side, Huo Ran's blood and qi were surging, and his power was great.

He Yiming immediately jumped up, his spirit was highly nervous, and he was engrossed in looking at the area in front of him that was filled with red.

This time, the refining process was smooth, except for the first day He Yiming used some essence blood, in the following two months, there was no need for him to worry about half a snack.

This is completely different from the situation where the Shinto man in the Blood Condensation Sutra carefully takes care of the one hundred and eight great relics as if he was serving his parents.

But. If it doesn't go well, it doesn't go well to the extreme.

Since the first day, everything has been beyond He Yiming's expectations, even if he wanted to intervene, he was helpless, so he had to watch silently.

The extent of that red zone is increasing day by day, although the range of increase per day is not large, but after two months, it is already quite considerable.

Moreover, the breath of life in it is increasing every day, and now. It has reached the point where He Yiming has a thrilling feeling.

After hesitating for a moment, He Yiming stretched out his hand and gently touched the red area.

This seemingly dangerous area did not make him feel the slightest danger and fear, but made him feel infinitely intimate.

It was as if the forces that existed in this area were completely in line with his essence, and there was a sense of inseparability.

With a slight frown, He Yiming's whole person entered this red area and came to the center.

Here, a mist of human form lays. But when He Yiming's gaze condensed on this cloud of mist, his heart couldn't help beating vigorously a few times.

He had seen a blood coagulation person before, not only in the blood coagulation meridian, but also on Penglai Immortal Island, he had even seen a real blood coagulation person who had been successfully refined.

Although the power of these two blood condensators is far apart, they all have a common feature, that is, the red mist body only converges into a human form, but has no facial features and face.

However, looking at the blood-red fog man in front of him, He Yiming had a creepy feeling in his heart.

Because on the face of this blood coagulant, its facial features are clearly visible.

This change is so magical and exaggerated that even He Yiming doesn't know whether it's a blessing or a curse.

However, the only consolation for him was that in his mind, the thought from the Blood Clotter was still as gentle and obedient as ever, and that he could still accept his little orders after the Blood Clotter had gradually taken shape.

For example, move the red body a little to prove that He Yiming can manipulate it as he wants, etc.

With this idea in his body, it is also the key to He Yiming's ability to control the blood coagulant.

Just as He Yiming was carefully observing this strange blood clotting man who gave him a headache, his eyebrows suddenly lit up.

He Yiming's eyebrows raised, and he was secretly surprised in his heart.

On the Blood Coagulation Meridian, it seemed that there had never been such a situation, and he didn't know what this situation meant, and he had a sense of helplessness for a while.

Slowly, the light at the center of the blood clotter's eyebrows became brighter and brighter......

He Yiming suddenly noticed that something was wrong. He jerked his head up and looked overhead.

At this moment, He Yiming's eyes widened, he opened his mouth wide, and saw a scene that made him unbelievable, but extremely shocked......