In the next step, according to the method of refining the scroll to solidify the blood-colored mist, Ping An once again concentrated his mental power and tried to disperse this blood mist into several parts. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Soon, a large cloud of blood mist dispersed into two halves and gathered together separately according to the guidance of Ping'an's spiritual power.

"Go on, go on!" didn't take much effort to separate the bloody mist and safely speed up the progress.

I saw that the blood mist that was separated into two groups quickly separated into 4 groups again, followed by 8 regiments, 16 regiments, and 32 regiments... 128 regiment. After a while, they finally separated to the 258th regiment, but not long after they separated, they returned to the 128th regiment.

Maintaining control of the 258 regiments of blood-colored mist made Ping An feel extremely tired of mental power, and at present, he could only channel his energy to disperse the blood-colored mist into 258 regiments, and he could not maintain it yet. Just like it is easy to make a simple command action with your toes, it is not so easy to control if the difficulty is doubled to a very complex action, let alone disperse the mental power into so many parts.

After concentrating and trying a few more times, Ping An understood that this was already the limit of his current control of mental power, and he should be able to control more with more practice in the future.

After practicing for a long time, Ping An found that the blood-colored mist that was still very thick was getting thinner and thinner, and it was gradually about to dissipate all of it between heaven and earth.

"Hey, it's a waste, it's a waste!" Seeing so much blood-colored mist dissipate in front of him, Ping An became more and more distressed, but fortunately, there were enough ant corpses, even if they were not absorbed and refined by themselves, it wouldn't take long for them to be refined into Pope Coin by the soldiers of the Dragon Army with scrolls.

Ping'an found another insect corpse and sat down and began to meditate, after the insect corpse turned into a blood mist, this time it directly dispersed and guided a large cloud of blood-colored mist into 128 blood mist, and then learned to refine the scroll to quickly gather and compress the blood mist scattered into hundreds or thousands of balls. I saw that the separated blood-colored mist was rapidly colliding towards one of the blood-colored mist under the guidance of Ping'an's spiritual power.

The impact was completed in an instant, and a blood-red object with the size of a palm and an oval appeared in front of him. At a glance, I knew that it was compressed and impacted by the blood-colored mist that had been separated by Ping An just now.