Yi Jun only has Qing Shui in the inkstone at this time, which is obtained by performing psychic skills, but Qing Shui can be obtained through psychic skills, but the ink block is impossible, Yi Jun has not yet reached the Five Realms, and he cannot turn fiction into reality. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Is my blood okay?" Han Tingzhen spoke again at this time, he had obtained three visualization maps, which could evolve wind, rain, and thunder, but there was no way to evolve ink, he thought of another way.

Hearing Han Tingzhen's words, Yi Jun raised his head in some surprise.

The blood of the spirit is an extremely precious existence, which contains true essence and mental power, and there is also a wealth of spirituality in the middle, which is an indispensable precious thing for the spirit priest.

A drop of blood from the Great Spirit of the Five Realms can even bring a person back to life, which shows the preciousness of this blood.

However, now Han Tingzhen actually proposed to use his own blood to make ink!

"Even if the spiritual power is poisoned, the blood is extremely precious, Han Tingzhen, are you sure you want to do this?" Yi Jun raised his head and stared at Han Tingzhen and asked.

"If you can find a way out of this layer, maybe even find a way to remove the spiritual power poison on my body, what is it if you lose some blood?

"We are willing to give blood. Lin Shan, Lin Sui, and Lin Yan also said at the same time at this time, and looked at Yi Jun earnestly after speaking.

Yi Jun couldn't help but be a little moved.

Compared with Sima Suyi, the so-called senior brother of the Holy Hall, Han Tingzhen was obviously the real senior brother, and it could be seen from the unconditional trust of those young spiritual scholars in the Jingjian Pavilion in him.

"Han Ting really values love and righteousness, which is indeed good, but he is a Daliao after all, and he is deeply wary and hostile to my Dashun Lingshi, which is a pity. Yi Jun couldn't help but think like this in his heart, and the next moment, he threw his Xuantie dagger towards Han Tingzhen.

"Snort" Han Tingzhen used force in his hand and slashed his wrist fiercely.

The next moment, his blood with a golden glow suddenly flowed out and flowed into Yi Jun's inkstone.

Then, Lin Shan, Lin Sui, and Lin Yan also cut their wrists and injected blood into the inkstone.

Soon, Yi Jun's old inkstone was filled with more than half of the blood.

Holding most of the inkstone blood, Yi Jun did not wave his already bald pen, but his heart moved, and the black and red spirit bead in the dantian qi sea rotated, and dozens of spirit threads were released in an instant.

Those spiritual silks burrowed into the blood in the inkstone, and instantly absorbed some of the blood, and immediately after, they flew out and flew towards Yi Jun's somewhat damaged drawing paper.

The speed of these spiritual silks was very fast, and it was soon covered with a piece of drawing paper, and the blood in the inkstone was instantly sucked dry.

"I'll come again!" Han Tingzhen came over again at this time, the dark iron dagger fell on his wrist, and the golden blood fell into the inkstone again.

Lin Shan, Lin Sui, and Lin Yan also continued to step forward, each cutting their wrists to let the blood flow into the inkstone.

Yi Jun's spirit bead continued to rotate, and a lot of spirit silk flew out and entered the inkstone, instantly absorbing the blood, and then falling onto a piece of drawing paper.

In this way, soon, Yi Jun's eight pieces of drawing paper were quickly covered with spiritual silk, and those originally damaged drawing papers were also repaired and became complete again.

If you look closely at the lines of those spiritual threads, you can see the revelation of those notches on the walls.

However, as time passed, the color of the blood on the spirit silk quickly dimmed, and the light in the blood also disappeared, as if it had entered those painting papers and been absorbed by ordinary painting papers.

The paper soon turned white again.

"This is?" Seeing this situation, Han Tingzhen and the others suddenly became a little surprised.

You must know that not counting Han Ting's real blood, Lin Shan, Lin Sui, and Lin Yan are all mid-level and high-level spiritual warriors in the Three Realms, and the spirituality contained in the blood is amazing, to put it at least for a while, even if it is ten or twenty years, the color of these blood will not change, and the light will not disappear - those things are spiritual!

"The visualization map is real, but the spirituality in it is poisonous, and the spirituality in your blood has been absorbed by me!" Yi Jun said at this time.

As soon as they heard this, everyone's eyes couldn't help but light up again.

"Han Ting's blood is really poisonous. However, there are still people who are worried, they are afraid that Yi Jun has also been poisoned, and if that is the case, they will completely lose hope of leaving this layer.

"It's strange that his blood re-enters the visualization and becomes non-toxic, and regains its original spirituality. Yi Jun shook his head and said that everyone should not worry.

"How could this be?" the crowd was surprised again.

And Han Tingzhen's body was even more shocked at this time, and the next moment, he hurriedly walked to Yi Jun's side again, cut his wrist with a dark iron dagger, and let the blood flow into the inkstone, and then said to Yi Jun: "You paint those nicks again, others don't rob me, I communicate those spirits myself." ”

Yi Jun didn't refuse, and the next moment, the spirit beads in his dantian qi sea rotated again, and one by one the spirit threads flew out, absorbing Han Tingzhen's blood and then reappearing on the drawing paper.

Han Tingzhen sat down cross-legged at this time, and soon entered into meditation.

Strands of blood flew up from those white papers at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the wisps fell into Han Tingzhen's severed wrist.

The next moment, Han Tingzhen opened his eyes, and immediately after, the spirit weapon long knife in his hand appeared again.

He slashed at the opposite wall again.

I only heard a loud "boom", and a deep trace suddenly appeared on the opposite wall, and I no longer wanted to feel like running water splashing on cotton.

"It's working. Han Tingzhen was immediately overjoyed.

The power of his sword couldn't even reach the power of a third-realm beginner spiritual master, but it was real spiritual power, not the original poisonous spiritual power, how could this not make him ecstatic?

With this encouragement, Han Tingzhen stepped forward again and cut his wrist again.

However, as soon as he moved, he saw Ye Guochang's old spirit monk stretch out his hand and immediately stopped him.

"There is already a way to improve your poison, but now everyone is still focusing on coming out first, can you slow down your affairs first?" Ye Guochang said very politely.

Han Tingzhen was stunned, and following closely, he saw that many people surrendered to his questioning gaze.

Han Tingzhen quickly understood that these people were still wary of him, afraid that something would happen to him after his spiritual power recovered.

Han Tingzhen couldn't help but smile bitterly, he raised his hands in surrender, indicating that he was not in a hurry.

The next moment, Ye Guochang walked up to Yi Jun, he picked up Yi Jun's dark iron dagger, cut his wrist, and dripped more than half of the inkstone's blood in Yi Jun's inkstone. (To be continued.) )