After forming, the oval-shaped object compressed by the blood-colored mist increased in weight and fell downward, no longer able to float in the air. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ping'an hurriedly caught it, "Huh, what's strange?" As soon as he grabbed it, it slumped inward, loosened the force, and the surface rebounded again, looking like the blood-colored mist had been compressed into an oval-shaped sponge.

"It seems that the method is correct, and there is no need to deliberately compress it into the shape of a papal coin. The experiment proved that the theory was not wrong, and Ping An was very excited.

The appearance of Ping An compressing the blood-colored mist is a little weird, but it can be regarded as a formation and has not been wasted at all, unlike using the refining scroll to waste one-tenth of the blood-colored mist contained in the body of an ant insect for each Pope Coin refined. It's just a little bigger, so you can't carry much around. In the future, the mind control will be more powerful, and more blood-colored mist can be controlled and dispersed at the same time, and at that time, compressing it again should be able to compress the blood-colored mist to a smaller size.

"Let's try it and see if it works!"

After the excitement, Ping An concentrated on trying to suck the blood-colored mist in the oval sponge object like a meditation, after all, compression molding is only half the success, and after forming, you have to absorb it at any time to achieve the goal.

Ping An used to use his spiritual power to guide the blood-colored mist floating in the air very easily, but now he guided the blood-colored mist compressed into an oval sponge body for a long time without moving.

"I still don't believe it! There's a way to get you together, but there's no way to let you disperse again!" Ping'an doesn't believe in evil, his attention is highly concentrated, and he is engrossed in controlling the spiritual power that radiates within the realm to impact towards the oval sponge body.

Soon after the impact, there was movement, and the oval cavernous body seemed to be hit by an invisible shock wave, which was scattered from it and spread outward again as a blood-colored mist. It's like a gust of wind blowing through the dandelions that were originally huddled together.

"Haha! It's done!" After the experiment was successful, Ping An completely put his mind at ease, and in the future, he could refine the insect corpse and absorb and refine the blood-colored mist, and he was excited to think about it. In the future, as long as you concentrate on cultivating your own flesh and blood, so that your body can withstand more blood-colored mist nourishment, it will be good!

Hurry up and redirect, gather, disperse, condense, compress and form the blood-colored mist that has spread and drift away again according to the method of previous comprehension. However, this time it looks like a slap brick after compression, and it will sink like a sponge when pinched up, but the shape is different from the last compression.

"It seems that you can still control what shape you want to condense and compress into it, and the key mystery still lies in the control of your own spiritual power on the impact of each separate blood mist at the moment of condensation. After experiencing all the steps again, Ping An noticed these changes, and if he practiced mental control skillfully enough, he could completely condense into any shape according to his own thoughts.

After the experiment, he saw that it was still early, so he inserted the brick-shaped sponge that was condensed and formed this time into his waist and tied it with a belt. Such an opportunity, Ping An wants to grasp it, and now that he has mastered his own unique refining method, he naturally can't let go of these insect corpses, at this time, if he doesn't refine and accumulate some blood-colored mist compressed into a solid, maybe in two days, the Dragon Army will come to clean up the insect corpses outside the city after refining them, thinking of this Ping'an, he can't care about the exhaustion of his energy, and he chose another insect corpse and began to refine.