Zhang Yang felt that a new avenue of cultivation was opening up in front of him.

The function of the fusion of "Taiyin Refining Form: Refining Body" gives him the potential to become the second ancestor of Wuman. Of course, it's just potential. Whether this potential can be developed, in addition to Zhang Yang's own efforts, the more important point is whether he can make up enough one hundred and eight pieces of mysterious gray iron.

According to rumors, the ancestor of the witch barbarians was cut into one hundred and eight pieces at that time. In other words, there should be one hundred and eight pieces of this mysterious gray iron.

Only when we have enough of these one hundred and eight pieces and completely fused can we truly take that step on the path of cultivation.

Powerful as the ancestor of the witch barbarians! Zhang Yang was extremely excited when he thought about it.

However, thinking of a question, Zhang Yang instantly calmed down again.

What about the second ancestor of the witch barbarians?

Even the Wuman Ancestor himself was killed by the enemy and cut into one hundred and eight pieces, not to mention the second Wuman Ancestor?

Take a long breath.

There is hope for the path of cultivation, but the difficulties in it cannot be ignored.

is as strong as the ancestor of the witch barbarian, and if he is not careful, he will not escape the end of the fall in the end.

However, Zhang Yang is not the second ancestor of Wuman. In addition to fusing the body of the ancestor of the witches, Zhang Yang also has "Taiyin Refining Form" as a support, and there are many means......

Zhang Yang is confident that with such potential, he will one day become a more powerful existence than the ancestor of Wuman.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang's mood calmed down, and he put the two pieces of mysterious gray iron into the gift ring as if they were in that box.

Flipping his hand again, what he took out this time was Weng Qingyu's gift ring.

Weng Qingyu has not yet reached the level of a half-step god in cultivation, but because of the strength of his natural powers. and the immortal weapon slashing immortal circle, so that he has the strength to kill the half-step god cultivator.

With Weng Qingyu's strength. Plus its ruthless character. Thinking that he can accumulate a lot of wealth, Zhang Yang is looking forward to it.

Because he let go of Weng Qingyu's Yuan Baby, the current gift ring is not an ownerless thing.

Fortunately, Zhang Yang's divine sense is strong. There are many means, but I am not afraid of anything.

Mana Tuo floats. The object ring was suspended in the air, spinning in front of Zhang Yang, refracting a brilliant circle of light. It's beautiful.

Make a decision in your hand. The divine consciousness condensed into a line and went towards the pressure of the acceptance of things.

Beep beep pop!

There was a crisp sound, and Zhang Yang clearly felt the resistance on the acceptance ring.

However, without the blessing of the original owner, the divine consciousness on this receiving ring is limited after all, and Zhang Yang's divine consciousness attacks are surging like a flood bursting the embankment.

About a tea time later. Only to hear the "click", the last trace of divine consciousness on the acceptance ring was completely erased.

A smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Yang's mouth.

At the same time, tens of thousands of miles away, in a cold mountain rock crevice, Weng Qingyu's damaged Yuan Ying was sitting cross-legged, and the surrounding laws were condensed, and the damaged Yuan Ying looked much better than before.

Suddenly, Weng Qingyu, who was several inches tall, suddenly opened his eyes, and his face was full of vicious and vicious expressions.

"Damn! The deity's acceptance ring! This abominable zombie! The deity, even if he doesn't die well, he will pull you demon to cushion his back! Damn!"

Weng Qingyu roared, and his breath was disordered.

Zhang Yang didn't know all this, he was now immersed in the joy of counting the loot.

In addition to the immortal weapon slashing immortal circle, there were four top-level magic weapons, three of which were defensive and one was attacking, and there were more than 20 other magic weapons, which were attacking, defensive and miscellaneous, which made Zhang Yang very happy.

Originally, after a thunder tribulation, Zhang Yang's defensive magic weapon was completely destroyed, which was nothing to the zombie Zhang Yang, his own defense was very strong, ** almost immortal. ...,

However, for the human clones, it is a bit troublesome. Human clones know how to teleport, and in terms of offensive means, there are silver moon knives and many exercises, which are also passable, only in terms of defense, except for a Solo Ring, which is a semi-defensive quasi-immortal weapon, there is no other means of defense.

And due to the particularity of the Solo Ring, Zhang Yang currently does not plan to fall out with Sikong Island in the North Underworld, so he cannot use it openly.

In this way, there are almost no defensive means that Zhang Yang can handle.

Now it's good that the input of this batch of magic weapons is enough to solve this problem.

In addition to this batch of magic weapons, there are more than two hundred magic weapons of various kinds, as well as a large number of spirit stone pills, and various rare materials.

Weng Qingyu's acceptance ring is like a small treasure, and the variety and quantity of material reserves are jaw-dropping.

"What a man!"

"What a nice man!"

Zhang Yang's eyes narrowed with a smile, admiring from the bottom of his heart.

Although Weng Qingyu had caused so much trouble to himself before, for the sake of the face of the treasure in this acceptance ring, Zhang Yang decided to forgive him.

As for what to do if I see Weng Qingyu again in the future?

Of course, he wanted to give him a good time, and after killing him, he let the Yuan Infant be devoured by ten thousand ghosts.

Hey!

Zhang Yang chuckled twice, turned his hand and put away the receiving ring.

With another flick of his fingers, a corpse lay in front of him, it was Weng Qingyu's **.

For Weng Qingyu's **, Zhang Yang has great expectations.

What a miracle that slows down the flow of time!

Zhang Yang has the certainty of success, and there is no doubt that he is talented. Although it is said that the chance of a human monk awakening his innate supernatural powers is very small. However, it is not impossible.

It is said that in ancient times, there were some monks who awakened their natural powers in the process of advancing to Yuanying. Of course, any human cultivator who can awaken his natural powers, as long as he does not die prematurely, can basically become a famous powerhouse.

"I hope the Taiyin refining form 'fusion' exercise won't disappoint me!"

Zhang Yang sighed with emotion and immediately started to work.

Take a big mouth, and the devouring exercise is unfolded.

But before meeting, the ** body began to slowly swell like a blow. Visible to the naked eye, small packets are flowing on the body of **, and the route is the direction of the blood vessels.

Suddenly, poof!

With a sound, the ** suddenly burst into a wound, and the blood poured out like a fountain, pouring out and directly into Zhang Yang's mouth.

In the blink of an eye, the ** quickly dried up and turned into a dried corpse, as if it had been dried in the wind and sand for hundreds of millions of years.

Zhang Yang sat cross-legged, and the blood around him surged.

His eyes were closed, and a surging blood qi was surging in his body, but it was not directly transformed into mana, but existed in the form of essence blood.

The operation of the exercises, the powerful devouring ability, condenses this blood qi and extracts it......

A trace of natal essence blood was drawn from it and slowly condensed.

Time passed little by little, and the speed of condensation of natal essence blood was not fast, but it was continuous.

After two hours, Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

In his mouth, a mass of blood cells the size of an egg rolled back and forth, blood red and enviable, crystal clear, smooth and smooth......

This ball of blood is the natal essence blood extracted from the bloodlines of Weng Qingyu's body.

The "fusion" technique of "Taiyin Refining Form" fuses the most essential things, and it is impossible to fuse all the essence and blood of the target's body.

This group of natal essence blood is the most essential thing.

After extracting it, the remaining ordinary essence blood was still rich in blood qi, and as soon as Zhang Yang's divine sense moved, these blood qi were immediately transformed into surging mana, which overflowed all over his body.

Immediately, Zhang Yang's momentum was strong, his breath was surging, and his state reached its best. ...,

Next, comes the most important moment.

Zhang Yang cheered up, and the "fusion" exercise was unfolded, and his divine consciousness was divided into tens of thousands of wisps, which led a trace of blood from this blood cell, spreading to all parts of his body, and coming into contact with every cell in his body.

This is a grand siege, but Zhang Yang is extremely patient and persists.

An hour passed......

Two hours passed......

After a whole day, this group of blood cells was completely dispersed, and on every cell in Zhang Yang's body, there was the existence of Weng Qingyu's natal essence blood.

Fusion!

Zhang Yang's exercise method was unfolded, and these natal essence blood, which was originally wrapped in cells, immediately fused together and became a part of Zhang Yang's body, Weng Qingyu's natal essence blood, and Zhang Yang's cells, were indistinguishable from each other.

"Kill!"

"Evil beast!"

"Even death will not make you proud!"

With a roar, a villain several inches tall instantly appeared in Zhang Yang's sea of knowledge. The originally delicate face had a natural cruelty on it, which made people look extremely uncomfortable, and he was dressed in a splendid robe...... Who else would it be if it wasn't Weng Qingyu?

Zhang Yang has fused more than once, and he has naturally been prepared for this situation.

The figure flashed, and a Zhang Yang of the same size appeared in the sea of knowledge.

With a pinch of the hand, the big cutting technique was unfolded.

Swish!

The blazing white light flashed, and "poof!" directly cut this "Weng Qingyu" into powder.

Weng Qingyu who appeared in the sea of consciousness this time was not Weng Qingyu's primordial baby, but only a trace of divine soul power remaining in his natal essence blood.

This trace of divine soul power, the supernatural power is really limited, Weng Qingyu's talent and supernatural powers that can delay time and many other means cannot be brought into play, so naturally he was easily killed by Zhang Yang.

After erasing this trace of divine power, the rest of the matter became smooth sailing.

That mass of natal essence blood fused smoothly with Zhang Yang's body, transforming Zhang Yang's body little by little.

A strange energy began to circulate and converge in Zhang Yang's body, and gradually combined according to certain laws.

Hum -

Finally, when this strange energy was combined, the entire heaven and earth fluctuated rhythmically, and the laws of heaven and earth came.

In an instant, Zhang Yang only felt that there was suddenly a lot of information in his mind.

The amount of information innate supernatural powers is extremely large and cumbersome, but for Zhang Yang's powerful divine sense, it is naturally extremely easy to understand and integrate these things.

Soon, a smile appeared on Zhang Yang's face.