A crystal clear with a hint of dark red grease flashed at the center of Ning Beichuan's eyebrows, and then, his gaze gradually became clearer.

"It was so dangerous just now, if there were no blood butterfly worms, the divine consciousness would definitely be hit hard. Ning Beichuan looked at the blood butterfly insect with a large circle of shrunken tail, and sighed with emotion.

However, this method really worked, and in just a few hours, the divine consciousness was already able to divide two hundred and thirty strands. And whenever at the limit, after touching the oil of the blood butterfly worm, the divine consciousness is like a sponge that squeezes out the water, and can fully absorb the oil. In this way, not only did his divine consciousness not be damaged, but became more and more powerful.

If it can be differentiated into a thousand strands, after the fierce rain is cast, it will be counted as a small success. It seems that the blood butterfly worm can still secrete three drops of oil, so it is necessary to seize the opportunity. Ning Beichuan thought.

The miraculous effect of the Blood Butterfly Worm really made him see the hope of cultivating the Fierce Rain Technique.

After cultivating for about a cup of tea, Ning Beichuan began to close his eyes again and began to differentiate his divine sense. The process of differentiating consciousness is not only unusually boring, but also very painful, like cutting one's own flesh with a knife. But such pain is not worth mentioning for Ning Beichuan.

Soon, he divided his divine consciousness to two hundred and thirty strands, and the feeling of dizziness appeared again, but he did not stop, but continued to differentiate.

Two hundred and five!

Two hundred and seven!

Three hundred!!

Ning Beichuan's eyes suddenly darkened, and then he fell to the ground, and when the blood butterfly insect saw this, he immediately rushed over and dripped the grease on his eyebrows.

The effectiveness of the oil has been reduced. After Ning Beichuan's eyes regained consciousness, he thought of it for the first time.

For the first time, his divine consciousness was divided from twenty to one hundred and fifty, an increase of one hundred and thirty shares.

The second time, his divine consciousness was divided from one hundred and five shares to two hundred and thirty shares, an increase of eighty shares.

The third time, his divine consciousness was divided from two hundred and eighty shares to three hundred shares, an increase of seventy shares.

If you continue to cultivate by yourself, the next time you may increase your shares by sixty shares, or it may be less than sixty shares.

However, mosquito legs are also meat in small sizes, Ning Beichuan still chose to continue cultivating, and finally at the time of three hundred and ninety-nine shares, Ning Beichuan completely reached the limit, fell to the ground, and fell into a deep sleep.

This time he didn't have the help of grease and was able to recover on his own. And the best way to regain your consciousness is to relax your mind and start sleeping.

This sleep, Ning Beichuan slept for a day and a night. When he opened it again, he was groggy and didn't have that feeling of exuberance.

Ning Beichuan looked at the blood butterfly insects flying around in front of him, and had a plan in his heart, this blood butterfly insect must be cultivated, not only to help the cultivation of divine consciousness, but also to be able to wake up in advance.

The Blood Butterfly Worm is now a first-level demon beast, and if its strength can be improved, then the effect of its oil on the divine soul will be even better.

Ning Beichuan only knew that the Blood Butterfly Worm relied on absorbing blood for cultivation, and if it could provide it with a large amount of blood, it should be transformed. Moreover, there are still so many insect eggs lying in Xiaoding, if they are all hatched, a large amount of oil will definitely be produced, and at that time, it will be twice the result with half the effort when you cultivate the Fierce Rain Technique.

As soon as he thought of this, Ning Beichuan couldn't help but want to go to the Luohui Mountain Range once, where there were many demon beasts, if it could kill the demon beasts and supply blood butterfly insects to cultivate, it should grow very fast.

There's nothing to be afraid of going to Tete this time, even if you can't beat the Black Feather Eagle Tiger, there's no need to be sneaky.

Buzz Buzz......

Just when Ning Beichuan was about to get up and leave the stone room, the drop of blood in the sea of knowledge suddenly buzzed, usually it had been quietly staying in the sea of knowledge, but today it suddenly appeared abnormal, and it must have sensed something.

He stood up suddenly, his face unusually ugly. What I was most worried about finally happened, the sect of Yanliu sent someone over, I hope it wasn't for Monk Jiedan to come in person, otherwise it would be difficult to fly.

Ning Beichuan hurriedly pushed open the stone gate, put on the black robe of the Blood Demon Gate, and then the Soul Devouring Banner rolled up and immediately fled into the distance. His brain spun quickly, and he immediately thought of borrowing a knife to kill someone, making people think that it was the Blood Demon Gate that killed Yanliu, causing a conflict between the two sides.

......

"You found me, but you still can't run. Lan Yun, who was in a long green dress, looked at the direction of Ning Beichuan's escape, and the corners of her mouth hooked slightly, very contemptuous.

As the distance between the two got closer and closer, Lan Yun felt that the cultivation of the person who killed the smoke willow was not high, or even very low. So she urged the aura in her body with all her might, and her graceful figure flew out with a "whoosh" at the turquoise long sword under her feet, leaving an afterimage in the air.

Ning Beichuan broke out in a cold sweat, his divine sense had been covering all around, and he could sense that a powerful aura was approaching him, and the speed was very fast.

"It's not Yudan, but it may be a foundation. Ning Beichuan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it was not that there was still a glimmer of life. If it is in the early stage of foundation building, you can still use the blood escape technique to escape, but if it is in the middle stage of foundation building and the late stage of foundation building, it is a matter of whether you can escape.

Here it comes!

In less than half a pillar of incense, a turquoise figure approached him as quickly as a line.

Ning Beichuan fixed his eyes, gasped, and sighed in his heart, there will be such a beauty in the world, and the face without powder is even better than Ying Tianjiao and Empress Zhao, and he can't find any flaws, as if it was depicted by God himself. However, this woman's face was cold, like ice that would not melt for thousands of years, rejecting people thousands of miles away, which made Ning Beichuan feel a chill in his heart.

Nine layers of Qi training!

Ning Beichuan retracted his gaze, his heart beating wildly, and he felt like he had escaped death. A hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and then a burst of silver light flashed, and he couldn't help but slash towards Lan Yun.

A cold smile rose at the corner of Lan Yun's mouth, it turned out that it was really someone from the Blood Demon Sect who killed Yanliu. But after a while, her cold brows furrowed slightly, and she wondered in her heart, how did a small third-layer Qi cultivation monk kill a fourth-layer Qi cultivation willow, not to mention that there was a red pink skeleton on the smoke willow that was equivalent to a sixth-layer Qi cultivation cultivator.

Lan Yun snorted coldly, stretched out her slender jade hand, and then saw her flick of her fingers, a yellow bird instantly condensed, and then rushed towards the silver light blade like lightning, only to hear a loud bang, the silver light blade was blown upside down and flew out, and even Ning Beichuan's figure that fled with all his strength couldn't help but shake violently.

Then, I saw Lan Yun flexing her fingers and flicking her fingers, very relaxed and freehand, dozens of small birds instantly condensed, and then flew towards Ningbeichuan like locusts.

Ning Beichuan was shocked, he never expected this woman's means to be so strong, and she saw that she had such magical powers.

Torrential rain!

Ning Beichuan waved his big hand, and dozens of egg-sized fireballs appeared in front of him, flying towards the yellow bird.