Looking at the ashes in front of him, Fangzheng's mood surged.

"It's okay, it's normal to fail the first time......"

Taking a deep breath and adjusting his mentality, Fang Zheng took out the rune paper again, and the mana worked, and began the second expression.

Mana gathers fingertips, and a faint light blooms.

In a moment, the Black God spell took shape again.

The last step fell, and Fangzheng's heart beat violently.

"Uhhh

The red light rose from the spell again, and in the next second, the black god spell in his hand burned again and turned into ashes.

Founder: "......"

"How so?"

Watching the second spell turn to ashes, Fang Zheng's whole person was not good.

Spells are fine.

There is nothing wrong with the steps.

How did it fail?

Is it the reason for your own mana?

Frowning, looking at the ashes in front of him, Fang Zheng thought about the steps just now.

What went wrong?

Bow your head in contemplation.

The faint candlelight shone on Fangzheng's face.

Thinking about the steps just now, Fang Zheng still couldn't find what went wrong.

The approach is right.

But it didn't work out.

"Go on."

Adjusting his mentality and calming down the fluctuations of mana, Fang Zheng took out the rune paper again and began to write.

……

Yongdu, the prison.

The third level of the C-Son prison.

On the straw mat, Wei Zhongxian opened his eyes suddenly.

"Why do you have a bad premonition?"

His pupils opened instantly, and Wei Zhongxian immediately got up, his eyes turned to the outside of the cell, and his brows furrowed.

"It's been so long, what the hell is this kid doing?"

Walking around the cell, Wei Zhongxian's brows twisted into a pimple.

"I should still be suspicious......"

His thoughts turned, and after thinking for a while, Wei Zhongxian sat down again.

Close your eyes and continue to rest.

……

Starry night.

A bright moon hangs above the sky.

Shining on the land of Yongdu.

"!"

In the room, Fang Zheng was thunderous.

There was already a lot of ashes in front of him.

The raw materials in the stone jar were all used up, but they still failed.

Each time it fails when the last move is almost successful.

Hurt his heart again and again.

Looking at the ashes in front of him, Fangzheng's forehead was bulging.

Continued to make talismans, and his mana was exhausted.

But the first Black God spell, he still didn't succeed.

The steps have been changed several times, but they still fail.

If the black god spell fails, then he doesn't want to refine the true blood of the Qilin, Wei Zhongxian's primordial consciousness is definitely not something he can resist.

Emaciated camels are bigger than horses.

What kind of cultivation is Wei Zhongxian?

can be won by the primordial gods, at least above the six-grade refining gods, and even the realm of the unity of the five-grade heaven and man.

He took out the bottle and looked at the glowing Qilin True Blood inside.

The mood of the riot seems to have improved.

Taking the last portion of the raw materials, Fang Zheng poured it into a stone jar and smashed it again with a stone pestle.

The same step, when all the materials were reduced to powder, Fang Zheng was about to cut his finger and drip blood, when suddenly stopped.

"That's not right!"

"All the steps are fine, could it be my blood?"

"The effect of ordinary blood can't reach the level of making spells, wouldn't it be better to use essence blood?"

Looking at the powder in the stone jar, several thoughts flashed through Fang Zheng's mind.

The hint doesn't say anything about using sperm blood.

But they all failed before.

The steps are fine, the raw materials are fine, and that's just a little bit left.

Blood!

Black God Spell.

Blood is also one of the materials.

The rest of the material is correct.

Then it is his blood.

Something went wrong with the blood.

Ordinary blood could not meet the requirements, perhaps because his cultivation was too low.

The early stage of the refining of the nine products.

The blood in the body may be a little worse.

After all, he is almost always in prison, and the evil of prison also has a certain corrosive effect on the body.

The physique cannot be said to be strong, and it is even a little weak.

And that's probably the key.

"Try it with sperm blood!"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, Fang Zheng regained his confidence, the blade cut his fingers, and the mana worked, forcing out the essence and blood in his body.

Essence Blood!

The root of man.

Ordinary blood and essence blood are not on the same level.

In ordinary people, the essence and blood in the body are very scarce.

Stepping into the cultivation of immortals, the nine grades of refinement, the essence and blood will increase.

This increase needs to be seen from all sides.

Factors such as food, housing, how to cultivate, and so on.

For example, the children of Yongdu's big family, what do people eat?

Heaven and earth spiritual ginseng, all kinds of elixirs to nourish the body and create a strong Dao foundation.

Refining essence is the first step in cultivating immortals.

It is also an important fundamental step towards the immortal path.

This realm is also the foundation of the Dao Cast.

If the foundation is not stable, it will be difficult for you to achieve great things.

Of course, if there is any powerful artifact, it can also be promoted the day after tomorrow, but that kind of artifact is not something that ordinary people can hope for.

Even if there is one on the market, the price is prohibitive.

For the true blood of the unicorn, Fang Zheng was willing to use his own essence blood to make talismans.

Small, broad!

Cultivating immortals is essentially a game between heaven and earth.

Life is also a game.

The blood fell into the stone jar, and at the fingertips, a drop of extremely bright essence blood was also forced into the stone jar.

A drop of essence blood dripped down, and Fangzheng's face became a little pale.

"More of them."

A drop of essence blood was dropped, and Fang Zheng was afraid that it was still not enough, so he simply had a little more.

In case of failure, then he really lost his wife and soldiers.

Inject continuously.

One drop.

Two drops.

……

Under the candlelight, Fangzheng's face turned unusually pale.

and white as a dead man.

Most of the essence and blood in the body were forced out.

Vitality is badly damaged.

His face was as pale as paper.

If it weren't for the fact that there was still a little bit of cultivation that could nourish more essence and blood, I am afraid that he would have already fallen down.

"Almost!"

Mobilizing the few mana to heal the wound, Fang Zheng stopped dripping.

It can't be dripped anymore, and if it drops again, he'll die.

The wound heals, and a feeling of weakness and weakness sweeps over the whole body.

Blood is the foundation of the body.

After consuming more than half of it at one time, Fangzheng felt a little dizzy.

Stir well and blend thoroughly with the powder.

Fang Zheng didn't start making talismans right away.

The mana has not yet recovered, and the spirit and spirit have been consumed a lot, so he must recover it.

……

Dawn breaks.

The light rises from the sky.

Fang Zheng opened his eyes faintly, his face was still so pale.

When he was ready, he couldn't hold it anymore and just lay down to rest.

A rest is a night.

"Hoo ......"

Exhaling a breath, Fang Zheng got up weakly.

As soon as I got out of bed, my body shook, my steps were too empty, and my body was hollowed out.

Thoroughly squeezed out feels the same.

Drinking some water, feeling better, looking at the fusion powder in the stone jar, before resting, Fang Zheng used the last mana protection to allow its effect to be preserved in it.

"Take a leave of absence."

Looking at the sky outside, Fang Zheng got dressed and left the house.

It took two sticks of incense before he came to the prison.

It's just the point.

"I'll go, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing the pale paper-like square, several companion jailers were startled.

"It's okay, my body is a little weak, just recuperate." Fang Zheng said weakly.

A jailer stepped forward and looked at Fang Zheng, his eyes puzzled: "Weren't you okay when you left the shift yesterday?"

"Oh, I see, you kid went to Chunfeng Building, right?"

Founder: "...... No, I don't. ”

"That must have gone to Yihong Courtyard."

“……”

A few of the companion jailers suddenly realized.

An elderly jailer stepped forward and looked at Fang Zheng:

"Fangzheng, although you are young, you also have to know how to control it, you can't stand it like this."

Founder: "......"

"Fangzheng, look at you like this, you are already seriously overdrawn!"

Founder: "......"

"The essence of food, young people taste it for the first time, I understand, but you are also too powerful."

……

Listening to the words of a few jailers, Fang Zheng's forehead was black.

Chunfeng Building, Yihong Courtyard?!

Is Lao Tzu that kind of person?

I read Spring and Autumn!