Chapter 64: Forging Holy Bones in the Sea of Bitterness

The deserted mining area, which has been hollowed out underground, has long been deserted, only rats and weasels frequent.

Ye Qingfeng descended the divine rainbow, entered the hollowed-out underground, and then moved his mind and entered the white jade bottle.

The white jade vase lay quietly in a dark corner, and the thick stone skin was still hidden on it.

Ye Qingfeng crossed his knees in the white jade bottle, the treasure was solemn, and the ancient remains were included in the sea of suffering by her.

The sea of bitterness was foggy, the chaotic qi was permeated, and the waves were surging violently under the chaotic qi.

The shriveled bones of the primeval creatures, suspended above the bitter sea, surrounded by gray chaotic mist, looked extremely sacred.

Ye Qingfeng put aside all distracting thoughts and began to try to temper some of the chaotic qi in the sea of bitterness into "wisps".

In other words, try to condense the scattered chaotic qi into wisps and wisps, like something like an iron chain of laws.

If you want this primeval skeleton to be used by her completely, you must continue to polish and nourish it, and carve her own Dao patterns on the skeleton that belong to her Ye Qingfeng.

Originally, the monks of the Wheel Sea Realm comprehended their own "Dao" and "Reason", and intertwined their own laws of order, which was almost a fantasy.

But Ye Qingfeng was born with heavenly eyes, and he realized some things about himself through the old madman at the level of the Holy Lord early.

Later, through the black dog's participation in the formation, he had a further understanding of the avenue and laws between heaven and earth.

Therefore, it is not whimsical for Ye Qingfeng to carve his own Dao pattern on the bones.

Yu Ye Qingfeng thought that carving a pattern on the bones was similar to drawing a symbol on the rune paper.

It's just that the rune paper is drawn with a rune pen and cinnabar; And the Dao pattern engraved on the bones is to use the chaotic qi in his own sea of suffering, which is condensed and formed, comparable to a carving knife.

Another point is that the road patterns drawn by the talisman are easy to be erased and erased; And with the essence of the monk's bitter sea, the magic weapon sacrificed is not easy to be erased, and it will not betray the living master.

Therefore, many monks, after cultivating to a certain level, when the time is ripe, will take the initiative to forge their own powerful magic weapons in their own sea of suffering.

Of course, Ye Qingfeng firmly believes that there are few chaotic bodies in the world, and there are naturally few chaotic qi in the sea of suffering; Chaotic Qi is a rare thing in the world, and it can be traced back to the beginning of the opening of heaven and earth, so the magic weapon forged and tempered with Chaotic Qi is naturally extremely powerful, far surpassing the magic weapon tempered by monks with ordinary essence.

The bones of the primeval king are still above Ye Qingfeng's bitter sea, ups and downs.

But Ye Qingfeng didn't have time to pay attention to it for the time being.

She was just concentrating, condensing a mass of scattered chaotic qi into a "wisp".

It's a hard and difficult process.

It's like kneading a ball of loose flour into noodles when there is no water.

Without patience, without understanding, without perseverance, it will be difficult to accomplish this thing.

Clusters of gray chaotic qi were constantly squeezed and rubbed by Ye Qingfeng, turning into round, flat, thick, and thin various strange shapes, but none of them met Ye Qingfeng's requirements.

Three days and three nights passed.

Ye Qingfeng also persisted for three days and three nights.

This time, in the bitter sea, a gray mist that had been isolated was finally detained by Ye Qingfeng into a long strip.

But the thickness was not uniform enough, so Ye Qingfeng was patient and carefully polished the long strips of chaotic qi.

The chaotic qi was stretched longer and longer, and it was about to meet Ye Qingfeng's expectations.

But suddenly, with a "bang", the chaotic qi that had finally been stretched out was actually like an air bag, and it exploded immediately.

The cloud of chaotic qi that exploded returned to the sea of chaotic mist.

Ye Qingfeng's previous efforts also fell short.

"I'm not skilled enough." Ye Qingfeng muttered to himself in his heart, but a smile rose at the corner of his mouth, "Practice makes perfect, progress is already obvious, one more day of practice, you can expect it." ”

Undiscouraged, Ye Qingfeng, who became more and more courageous, continued to temper the chaotic qi in her sea of suffering.

Another day passed.

Ye Qingfeng was finally done, tempering the first wisp of chaotic qi, which looked like a decent one.

The wisps of chaotic qi were like iron chains, and there were faint runes-like brilliance flickering, very condensed, and they would not disperse for a long time.

"Good."

Ye Qingfeng crossed his knees and closed his eyes, looked inwardly at his body, praised him with satisfaction, and then dispersed the wisp of chaotic qi that had finally taken shape.

The chaotic qi that dispersed quickly returned to the sea of chaotic mist.

"Come again!"

Ye Qingfeng's heart perked up, and he was once again engrossed in it, tempering the chaotic qi.

The speed of this tempering is twice as fast as the last time.

Ye Qingfeng was overjoyed and said, "Come again!" ”

The tempered chaotic qi was dispersed again, but soon after, a new chaotic iron chain was forged again.

"Come again!"

"Come again!"

"Come again!"

Ye Qingfeng kept whispering, and the new chaotic iron chain was also constantly taking shape.

And with continuous practice, Ye Qingfeng was already able to forge three chaotic iron chains at the same time.

Three newly forged chains of chaos, like three serpents, fluttered and danced lightly over the sea of chaos.

Ye Qingfeng was extremely satisfied, his little face shone brightly, and he said again: "Disperse." ”

As her mind moved, the three chaotic chains immediately dispersed like gray smoke.

Now Ye Qingfeng has been able to skillfully manipulate the chaotic qi of the bitter sea, and when he burns the Dao pattern on the bones of the Saint King next, there will be no mistakes.

Burning the formation pattern needs to be cautious, it is possible to make a mistake and all the hard work will be ruined.

This Saint King's bones are the most important treasures of the world, and there may not be a few of those super powers, so of course Ye Qingfeng will not allow himself to make mistakes.

"It's your turn."

Ye Qingfeng meditated on pranayama, adjusted the state to the best, and placed the bones of the Holy King directly above the sea of bitterness.

A thick cloud of chaotic qi enveloped the bones.

Ye Qingfeng immersed all his mind in the sea of bitterness.

The chaotic qi that surrounded the bones began to take shape one by one.

A well-conceived Dao diagram was also formed in Ye Qingfeng's mind.

The first chaotic qi chain, flickering with rune light, trembled gently like a spiritual snake, eager to try.

Ye Qingfeng's heart moved, and he said secretly: "Go!" ”

"Poof".

The chain of chaos was smashed into the bones, and the first stroke of the entire Dao map began.

Immediately after, a second chain of chaos is generated.

Ye Qingfeng was in his chest, and said secretly: "Go!" ”

"Poof!"

The second Chaos Iron Chain was punched in, and the second Dao Pattern was successfully imprinted on the bones of the Saint King.

This is followed by the third, fourth, and fifth......

During the whole process, Ye Qingfeng manipulated it with ease, without the slightest hesitation and stagnation.

In the end, Ye Qingfeng finally broke into the one hundred and eighth stripe.

As the last Dao pattern was punched in, the entire Dao map was burned, and with a "buzz", the shriveled skeleton suddenly shone brightly, like a silver-gray sun in the sky.

The entire gray chaotic sea of bitterness was illuminated, and the coercion was terrifying, as if the soul of the dead had returned to its body, and the primeval king, who had fallen for a long time, came back to life and was proud of the nine heavens and ten earths again.

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