Chapter 120: Harvest and Preparing to Return!

"Ding Dong! Get the spell Starfire, do you want to learn!"

The wind is trying to stuff it into his pocket, but his heart is silently learning.

After saying that, the Spark Technique Secret Book instantly turned into a pale red light, and instantly drilled into Feng Wanli's body.

The Spark Technique, as the name suggests, is just a spell that condenses Mars, and a little bit of Mars is of course not very powerful.

"You go back and study hard, and if you don't understand anything, come back to me!"

Uncle Nine nodded, turned around and walked towards the front yard, muttering, "Can't these two little rabbits stop a little?" ”

As Uncle Nine left, Feng Wanli raised his right hand slightly and gently wrote a fire word in mid-air.

A little spark the size of a grain of rice slowly appeared on the fingertips, and the temperature of the spark was not high, even if it was lightly touched by the hand, it would not burn the flesh.

"It's amazing!"

Looking at the sparks on his fingertips, the corners of Feng Wanli's mouth raised slightly: "Although the power is not great, it consumes a lot of spiritual power." ”

A spiritual power filament can continue to burn for about ten seconds, and having a drop of spiritual power liquid in one's body is equivalent to a thousand spiritual power filaments, which can continue to burn for ten thousand seconds, that is, more than an hour.

"Increase control!"

Feng Wanli touched his chin, his right hand shook slightly, and the sparks on his fingertips also shook slightly.

Seeing this scene, Feng Wanli's eyes condensed slightly: "Try to control Mars with spiritual power!"

Just do what you say, and it's also decisive.

The spiritual power in the body continued to flow into the fireball along the fingertips, and the flames that were originally the size of rice grains instantly expanded, and the moderate temperature became extremely intense, as if it would explode at any time.

"That's not right!"

Feng Wanli hurriedly cut off the supply of spiritual power, and the fireball, which was constantly getting bigger, stagnated, like a deflated balloon, shrinking.

"You can't control this spark just by providing a lot of spiritual power!"

Feng Wanli Jian frowned slightly, looked at the flames he saw, and tried to refine the spiritual power, dividing a wisp of spiritual power into half, and controlling its flow into the starfire.

As the spiritual power entered the starfire, Feng Wanli tried to shake his fingers, only to see that with the movement of his fingers, the starfire in mid-air was motionless, as if it had been detached from the rooted fingertips and fixed in mid-air.

"It worked!"

Seeing this scene, Feng Wan was overjoyed, and hurriedly tried to continue to differentiate the spirit silk.

"Three and a half!"

With the division of a wisp of spiritual power into three layers, Feng Wanli clearly felt that he was already a little struggling, and even the control of the fingertip spark was not so easy.

"Is this already the limit!"

Feng Wanli sighed, then let go of his right hand, and the sparks on his fingertips slowly dissipated, and his body turned slightly, slowly returning to the bedroom.

Different from other spell cultivation, the cultivation of the Starfire Technique is very simple, with only one finger, you can train your own "control" very effectively, and Feng Wanli is also willing to do this, and immerse yourself in training the Starfire Technique every day, and even the time for drawing talismans is also shortened accordingly.

Although the spell of the Starfire Technique does not consume much spiritual power, but it continues to burn the flames, and the spiritual power in the body cannot help but burn, and in more than an hour, the spiritual power in Feng Wanli's body can be exhausted, and Feng Wanli can only spit it out cross-legged, slowly recovering the dry spiritual power droplets in his body.

One hour a day to condense water droplets, ten hours to restore spiritual power, and ten hours to refine talismans.

More than 20 days, say too much, say less and say less.

"Wencai, do you say that this senior brother is enchanted and locks himself in the house every day, he won't go crazy. ”

Qiusheng pushed Wencai on the side and couldn't help but say.

Wen Cai shook his head: "Master says every day that Senior Brother Wanli cultivates diligently, maybe he is really cultivating some incredible exercises." ”

"Cut!"

Qiusheng looked disdainful and muttered: "What's the point of cultivation, as long as we have money and have what we want, this is chic." ”

"That's right!"

Wen Cai nodded again and again: "The master is also true, he sent all the gold to the townspeople, and he didn't leave us a piece." ”

"Look!"

Qiusheng suddenly pointed to the room in front of him, and saw orange-red flames rising and reflecting through the curtains.

Looking at the orange-red firelight, Wen Cai's face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but say, "He... Is he going to burn down the house?"

"Hurry up and put out the fire!"

Qiusheng quickly shot to the corner of the wall, picked up a bucket of ice water that had been prepared, and threw himself towards the windy room, kicking hard with his right foot, directly kicking the wooden door away.

"Click!"

Feng Wanli was looking down to control Mars, when he suddenly heard a breaking sound from the wooden door behind him, his sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look, only to see Qiusheng rushing in with a wooden barrel, staring at the Mars in his hand, and directly sprinkled the ice water in his hand.

"This idiot!"

Feng Wan's color changed slightly, seeing that the ice water was about to be sprinkled on his body, but his body was still motionless, and his right hand turned slightly, and the sparks in his hand suddenly swelled, like a giant shield of flames, covering himself completely.

"Thorn la la!"

The water and fire blended, and a thick mist rose in an instant, and a few water droplets fell down tick-tock.

"Finally done before leaving!"

Looking at the flame shield in front of him, the corners of Feng Wanli's mouth raised slightly, his right hand shook slightly, and the supply of spiritual power in his body was immediately cut off, and the flame shield immediately dimmed, and continued to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Qiusheng, for your success!"

Overjoyed, Feng Wanli arched his hand towards Qiusheng, and then walked towards the outside of the house, and said secretly in his heart: "There are only a few hours left before leaving the movie world, and I don't know if Yingying has successfully turned into a living corpse." ”

Thinking of this, Feng Wanli's footsteps increased and ran towards the mass grave.

Overall, the trip was very rewarding.

Not only did it lift the curse of the pen immortal curse seal, but also successfully condensed the Dao base of the two Dao Buddha exercises, although the grade is not high, but Feng Wanli believes that with the existence of the reincarnation system, it is only a matter of time to improve the grade of the Dao base.

In addition, two bronze and silver doors depicting the Yin Gathering Array, a blood-stained hanging ghost rope, and a companion coffin for the birth of a zombie king are all magic weapons that can quickly improve the strength of Xiaoyu and Yingying.

In the Zombie Supreme World, Feng Wanli didn't get any other spells except for the Starfire Technique, but it wasn't for nothing that he learned how to improve spell control from Uncle Jiu.

In the end, Feng Wanli harvested the living corpse Liu Yingying, although he didn't know Liu Yingying's strength so far, but he gave her a corpse pill, used the zombie king's companion corpse coffin, and the endless blood spring, the strength will definitely not be weak, at least not like the zombie that Feng Wanli refined before, the strength is weak, and he can't help himself with anything.

"The main thing is that the living corpse is alive, it has a soul, it has a living body. ”