One day, in the cave, Lu Xiaotian sat on the futon, and the mana in his body and the power of blood contained in his body were surging like a tide, passing through the meridians and between the muscles and bones.

gurgling, even without using his divine sense to sense it carefully, Lu Xiaotian could also perceive that the power of blood and mana were far more active than before.

Eventually, under the extreme concentration of mana, it was synthesized into a crystal drop-shaped bead and fell into the dantian. However, the aggregation of the surging blood power in the body was unsuccessful, and it dispersed with a bang, and once again lurked in the flesh.

In the dantian, Yuan Ying, who was the same as Lu Xiaotian, stretched out his palm and held the blood-colored drop-shaped bead in his palm, with a somewhat excited expression on his face. With a flick of his fingers, a burst of blood was born around the drop-shaped bead, and the bead wrapped around his body, and Yuan Ying opened his mouth to swallow it into his abdomen.

After a long time, Lu Xiaotian held up his chin, and his face showed a contemplative look.

"It seems that this "Ten Transformations of Fusion Yuan Gong" is of little use for physical cultivation. After a while, Lu Xiaotian came to the conclusion that this blood-colored drop-shaped bead was the Rongyuan blood bead that he had condensed by cultivating the "Ten Turns Fusion Yuan Gong" in the continuous battle with Xiang Mad, and this Fusion Yuan Blood Bead could hold mana. At the moment, one Fusion Yuan Blood Bead was enough to hold his mana one layer, and if ten Fusion Yuan Blood Beads were condensed, the mana would be doubled.

At the beginning of cultivating this exercise, Lu Xiaotian thought about using mana and the blood power of his body to condense at the same time, but he succeeded half and failed half. Perhaps the person who created this exercise in the first place never thought that there would be people who cultivated both the Dharma and the body at the same time.

"Anyway, the first results of the Ten Transformations of Rong Yuan Gong are good, but this entry is not very fast. Lu Xiaotian smiled indifferently, took a breath, got up and walked slowly, and when the figure swayed, he had already come to the outside of the cave.

"Xiang Mad is not there?" Lu Xiaotian came to Xiang Mad cultivation as usual and wanted to fight Xiang Mad again, after all, cultivating this Ten Transformations Fusion Yuan Gong requires constant battles with others. It doesn't come through retreat. It's just that to Lu Xiaotian's surprise, in the past year and a half, Xiang Mad, who has almost never gone out, has not seen anyone.

"There's a transmission note. Lu Xiaotian swept around and saw a spirit rune flying in, stretched out his finger to the void, and the spirit rune dissolved, "Brother Dongfang, if you have something to do, I see that you are cultivating, so it is inconvenient to disturb." In the jar of wine that you gave to your brother, there was a prison decree by which you could enter and leave the black prison on your own. After taking care of the trivial things for my brother, come back and fight again!"

The sound stopped, and the spirit rune dissolved into nothingness.

"Prison Order?" Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand and made a move into the distance, it was a wine jar, and he took this wine jar, and there was indeed a brown token inside. It seems that Xiang Mad has been out for a few days, just seeing that he is cultivating, he didn't bother, but he didn't know when Xiang Mad would come back. In the past two years, Lu Xiaotian has not been in the black prison, during which he has gone out a few times, Luo Qian and Qiao Lan have completely recovered from their injuries with a sufficient supply of pills. With the two protectors, Lu Xiaotian also refined the panqingshi. After all, in this country, Lu Xiaotian trusts Luo Qian and Qiao Lan the most, as for Yu Ya, he also trusts it, but his strength is a little weaker after all, and Lu Xiaotian is still a little worried.

"I'm idle left and right, and I'll go to Tielin to have a look. After Lu Xiaotian put away the prison order, he groaned slightly, his body moved slightly, and he catapulted into the distance, and in a few breaths, he came to a mound outside and submerged into the passage of the secluded forest.

"You're here. "The cold forest trapped in the prison at this time is the eleventh-order ghost cultivation that Lu Xiaotian first saw when he entered the black prison to find the eight-legged demon bull beast, and the corpse path technique he practiced. A ghoul aura is extremely remarkable, evil and poisonous. Idle monks are not allowed to touch themselves.

"Looks like you're recovering well. Lu Xiaotian looked at the ghost cultivator of Hanlin and found that his body was much fuller than before. In the eye socket, the originally weak and godless eyes were extremely gloomy at this time.

"With the ghost king's thing you gave, I don't think it's hard to recover, now I can talk about it, what is the purpose. Han Lin snorted slightly, he didn't like this feeling of knowing nothing.

"I want a primordial infant-level refining corpse. The strength must be at least the eleventh order, and if the level is too low, I can't look down on it. Lu Xiaotian said directly.

"Yuanying-level refining corpse?" Han Lin's pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at Lu Xiaotian's eyes with a solemn expression, "Do you know what you need to refine an eleventh-order refining corpse?"

"Naturally, I know, otherwise why do you think I took something to let you recover from your injuries?" Lu Xiaotian smiled indifferently and said, Xiang Mad has always been the master who doesn't care about things in the black prison, and Lu Xiaotian will walk around in his spare time, and Xiang Mad doesn't see it. For Xiang Mad , the only thing in his eyes is cultivation and learning from others, and then there is good wine, if it is not for the identity of the royal family, he has benefited from the royal family since he was a child, and he wants to give back one or two, according to Xiang Mad temperament, he has already traveled outside, where will he live in this black prison.

Ever since Lu Xiaotian discovered this eleventh-order ghost cultivator of the Cold Forest, he had an idea in his heart. In his early years, when he first entered the secret realm of the Spirit Ruins, he took Xiao Sanniang and Ge Changting two ghost cultivators, so he had such thoughts, but because the cultivation of these two old people was too low, he could not meet the requirements of refining the Yuanying-level corpse. Lu Xiaotian provided materials for them to cultivate and improve their strength. It's just that a series of subsequent encounters separated him from the team. Came to this Abyss Continent again.

Originally, Lu Xiaotian had already put this thought to rest, but he didn't expect that in this black prison, he would encounter the eleventh-order ghost cultivation cold forest, and the idea of refining the Yuanying-level refining corpse would come up again.

"What's in it for me?" Han Lin snorted coldly and said, although Lu Xiaotian took some ghost things to let him recover from his injuries, but for him, if he is trapped in this black prison, it doesn't matter if he is injured or not, he can't get out of this place, if no accident happens, I'm afraid there is no suspense about dying here.

"If the corpse you refined for me is powerful enough, if the situation allows, I will find a way to get you out. Lu Xiaotian said directly.

"You think I'm a three-year-old, and I'll take your word for it. Han Lin said this, but his eyes flashed, and he suddenly looked at Lu Xiaotian, expecting Lu Xiaotian to say what he relied on. "Of course, if you are willing to make a blood oath, it is not impossible for me to help you refine an eleventh-order refining corpse. ”

"Make a blood oath, you may not think too highly of yourself, I am not the master of this black prison. I came here just to get a friend out, and it was just an accident to meet you. Getting that friend of mine out is already a lot of money. I haven't had a letter yet. As for you, it can only depend on luck, if your luck is good and the opportunity comes, I don't mind taking a hand. If it doesn't work, I can't help it. In short, give me the Yuan Infant Refining Corpse, you still have a glimmer of hope. If not, old age and death are here. ”

Lu Xiaotian said truthfully, when he reaches this level of powerhouse, he can't wait for a few words to stabilize it, instead of wasting his effort, it is better to be straightforward.