Ning Beichuan took the time to refine the red practice whip again.

The Red Lian Whip is the best magic weapon, although it is not the best magic weapon, but the power is also quite extraordinary. Deadwood relied on this whip before, and directly trapped the Heaven-shaking Bell, firstly, because Ning Beichuan lacked experience in battle, and secondly, this whip was unpredictable and difficult to understand. Whether it is offensive or defensive, it is quite extraordinary.

After this battle, Ning Beichuan thought for a long time. The power of the Sky Quake Bell is indeed very great, but the disadvantages are also obvious, the speed is slow, the change is single, if you meet a monk who can restrain the Sky Shaking Bell, then you haven't fought yet, and you will lose half of it first.

After pondering for a long time, I still feel that the use of the Sky Shaking Bell should be taken by surprise and unprepared, and it will be killed with one blow. Under normal circumstances, this red practice whip is used to hide the sky-shaking bell.

After that, the seven-colored Yunsha bottle was also taken out by Ning Beichuan for sacrifice, although there were only three snakes left, but Ning Beichuan had seen the power of this thing before, so he naturally wanted to stay.

After repeated exploration, Ning Beichuan knew that the black mist in the bottle was a refined evil qi, and this evil qi was not an ordinary evil qi, at least it had to be a yellow level or above the middle grade.

The evil qi is also divided into four levels of heaven and earth Xuanhuang, and the legend says that the heaven-level evil qi is difficult to refine even for the cultivators of the god stage, and if it is used to attack the fighting method, the power is infinite. Moreover, the places that can breed these evil spirits are basically places of great evil, and they often hide huge dangers.

The evil qi in the Soul Devouring Banner is not even a yellow-level lower grade, but Rao is like this, a monk below the fifth level of normal qi cultivation cannot resist it, which shows the power of the evil qi.

The Seven-Colored Essence Evil Bottle is not troublesome to refine, but the evil energy in the bottle has been used up by the dead wood.

In desperation, he sacrificed the Soul Eater Banner, and a cold and murderous smell came from the scarlet flag. There is always a layer of black gas surging on the flag, and this black gas is evil qi. Sometimes the evil qi condenses, sometimes collapses, and does not form a body. But when he felt Ning Beichuan, he was like a vicious tiger pounced on food, and instantly swarmed.

Ning Beichuan held the Soul Eater Banner in his hand, and there was a burst of coldness from the pitch-black pole, this coldness was not the same as the feeling brought by ice, but it was cold to the flesh and bone marrow, which made people shiver, and the ice did not have any penetrating power, but the skin that touched it would feel cold.

Seeing this, Ning Beichuan did not deliberately run the aura to counteract the erosion of this evil qi, and after a while, the whole arm lost consciousness in pain, and the flesh and blood gradually withered. Only then did the aura run and remove the cold.

Then, he manipulated the Colorful Essence Evil Bottle to collect the evil qi, and a yellow light was released from the mouth of the bottle, enveloping the evil qi, and then refining the evil qi one by one.

A stick of incense passed, and all the evil qi in the soul devouring banner was devoured, and only then did the evil qi the size of peanuts condense in the bottle, and the grade of the evil qi was not high, only the yellow grade was lower.

It seems that it is still a little difficult to improve the strength in a short period of time. However, he is quite satisfied with the recent situation, and after killing the dead wood, he also has a little more confidence in his heart, even if he encounters the protector of the Blood Demon Gate, he can deal with each other.

Before leaving, Ning Beichuan also wanted to improve the Fierce Rain Technique. The scorching rain was powerful, and the scorching rain technique in the fireball state alone helped him a lot. If you can cultivate Xiaocheng, then your strength will increase a lot.

However, the comprehension of spells was much more difficult than Ning Beichuan imagined.

Transforming from a fireball to a rain of fire is a rare way to control every drop of fire, although the raindrop is not as powerful as a single fireball, but it also requires a divine sense to control.

The moment thousands of fire raindrops appeared, it was necessary to divide the divine consciousness into thousands of parts, which was simply too demanding for the divine consciousness.

Rub and rub......

Ning Beichuan held his breath and stared, one by one fist-sized flames, but after condensing twenty, his face suddenly turned white, and he could no longer condense it. It seems that dividing his divine consciousness into twenty strands is already his limit.

The more the divine consciousness is separated, the greater the consumption, only the monk who controls a variety of magic weapons will differentiate his divine consciousness, under normal circumstances, the monk in the Qi training period can divide three or four strands has reached the limit.

In fact, to put it bluntly, the differentiation of divine consciousness is to multitask, just imagine, every mind is thinking about things, and the fatigue generated by thinking is also superimposed.

Ning Beichuan also relied on the strength of his divine sense to forcibly divide into more than twenty shares, but these twenty fire raindrops controlled by his divine sense were not as powerful as the condensed fireball technique. Although the more the divine consciousness is differentiated, the power of the single fire raindrop under control becomes less and less.

But the essence of the Blazing Rain technique is here, a single fireball can be easily dodged, if it forms a rain of fire, not only is there nowhere to go, but it can also cause endless and long-lasting damage, that is terrifying.

Since this technique has been created, there must be a way to cultivate it, and no matter what, it is necessary to learn this technique.

Ning Beichuan closed his eyes and recuperated for a while, his divine soul recovered slightly, then opened his eyes and gritted his teeth, but instead of continuing to condense the fire raindrops, he began to practice differentiating his divine sense.

In order to successfully cultivate the Burning Rain Technique, the key is to differentiate the divine consciousness.

One, two, three...... Ning Beichuan is tireless.

Slowly, he went from being able to divide twenty to thirty strands, and finally to a hundred strands now.

Ning Beichuan's face was as pale as paper, and he felt like his head was about to explode several times, and even fainted in pain.

But just when he was about to hold on, the blood butterfly insect instigated its wings and flew out from the back of Ning Beichuan's neck, and the red tail secreted a drop of oil, and the oil was crystal clear with a hint of dark red, and after it was dotted on Ning Beichuan's eyebrows, the oil was instantly absorbed.

At that moment, Ning Beichuan's spirit was shocked, and the world in the original sea of consciousness was gray, like a paste, and suddenly became clear. At this time, he remembered what Bai Jiu had said, the oil of the Blood Butterfly Worm could restore his divine sense.

God help me!

Ning Beichuan's expression fluttered, and he began to differentiate his divine consciousness again, this time it was a full hundred and fifty strands before he felt that dizziness and swelling of his head, but he felt that he had not yet reached his limit.

Give me points!

One hundred and sixty shares!

One hundred and seventy shares!

One hundred and eighty shares!

......

Two hundred and thirty shares!

Ning Beichuan gritted the root of his teeth, feeling as if a heavenly sword qi had rushed into the sea of consciousness, cutting his divine sense into pieces, and suddenly his eyes were dark, and he was about to faint.

In the eyes of outsiders, Ning Beichuan was too risky, and he took the liberty of dividing his divine sense, which would damage his divine consciousness at least and split his personality at worst, and he would become a complete madman at that time.

However, at this moment, the blood butterfly worm flew to the center of his brow again, squeezing out a drop of grease from its tail.