On a deserted island somewhere in the East China Sea, Qin Ziyang sat alone on his knees in the stone room, and at this time, the entire stone room was filled with a viscous blood mist, like a huge blood cocoon.

These viscous blood mist, in addition to a small part of his own essence blood, more were the blood in the corpses of those few foundation building monks, which were all sacrificed by him and practiced the art of blood sacrifice.

On his head, a diamond-shaped black is like wood rather than wood, like gold rather than gold, but more like a living insect tide is floating strangely in the air. A blood-red flame continued to burn under his control, and a large amount of essence blood slowly wrapped it, constantly refining.

And on the left side of this hive, there is also a blood-colored flame. However, in this blood-colored flame, there were thirty-six flying needles that shimmered with a faint blood light. On top of that flying needle, he also carved several attack formations.

The only use of this formation is to store the aura of different attributes, making the speed of these thirty-six flying needles faster and more lethal. Among the thirty-six flying needles, twelve stored the blood demon, twelve stored the poison of the golden corpse, and the last twelve stored the qi of the powerful ghosts.

After entering the monk's body, it can quickly contaminate his blood, slow down its blood flow, and gradually damage the blood in the monk's body, and eventually this blood will flow to the monk's heart, causing him to die due to insufficient blood supply in a short time.

As for the poison of the golden corpse, he was separated from the blood poison flag, and the poison was violent, and if he was not injured, he would die!

The last powerful ghost qi was the high-grade spiritual weapon he had exchanged for the Essence Blood Pill from the secret meeting in East Kirishima some time ago, which contained tens of thousands of powerful ghosts, and he separated some of them and stored them in this flying needle.

This flying needle can directly attack the soul of the monk, and the weirdness is difficult to guard.

Qin Ziyang was still very satisfied with this set of flying needles, and deliberately took action to refine it again, which became what it is now.

On the right side of these two things, a dark gray sword fetus floated, and the high-grade spirit weapon that stored the powerful ghosts floated below it. One after another fierce ghosts floated out of the high-grade spirit weapon, absorbed by the dark gray sword fetus.

This dark gray sword fetus was exactly what he got from the five yin pouches of the corpse of the people of the Barbarian Mountain Dao under the cliff, and it was the first sword among the Seven Killing and Slaughtering Swords of the Treasure of the Barbarian Mountain Dao Town Sect, the Zhusheng Sword!

This sword is just a sword fetus at this time, and it must go through forty-nine years of continuous refining before it can become a real Zhusheng sword. And in the past forty-nine years, the Xusheng Sword had to continue to devour the soul of the powerful ghost in order to ensure its normal refining.

In addition to this, there was another way to quickly refine this Zhusheng Sword into a flying sword. That is to absorb the monk's golden pill or yuan infant, which can also promote its refining. The more Jin Dan or Yuan Ying you devour, the faster and more powerful the Zhusheng Sword will be!

Qin Ziyang, who had been closed for many days, finally opened his eyes, he first glanced at the strange insect tide in front of him, and found that it was still in the blood sacrifice, so he set his eyes on the Zhusheng Sword again.

At this moment, the original pitted surface of the Xusheng Sword had become a little smoother, but it was still extremely ugly. Especially at the tip of the sword, it was as if something had hit it, and it almost sank.

Under the Zhusheng Sword, the powerful ghost spirit weapon had already fallen to the ground at this time, and without the support of the powerful ghost, this magic weapon was just a waste product.

"The number of powerful ghosts is still too small, and the highest cultivation among these powerful ghosts is only in the late stage of foundation building, which can only restore a trace of vitality to the Zhusheng Sword. Qin Ziyang's eyes flashed slightly, and he shook his head and said, "The death qi possessed by these powerful ghosts is not as good as half of a golden pill, it seems that we have to find a way to collect the monk's golden pill to refine this sword." If there is a baby ......"

Seeing this, Qin Ziyang's divine thoughts suddenly stretched out towards the bottom of this island. Ten feet or so below him, there was a dark room, and in that dark room, a figure was also sitting cross-legged, surrounded by a large amount of viscous blood mist and dark gray mist. Two mist scrambled with each other, burrowing through the seven orifices of this figure.

Looking closely, this figure sitting cross-legged was actually Zhuo Liniang who was captured by Qin Ziyang. But at this time, she was very miserable, naked without a trace of clothing, her skin was densely covered with blood and gray spells, and even her private parts were not spared.

The strange thing is that her eyes are also blood-red, without any waves, but there are two faint blood-colored flames burning in the depths of them.

"This blood bone demon can be practiced in about a month, but I didn't expect this Zhuo Liniang to be able to obtain the ancient demon clan's cultivation exercises, to absorb evil qi to strengthen herself, and even refine her body into an indestructible magic weapon. This exercise is weird!"

Qin Ziyang said lightly, there was also a hint of joy in his tone, after this blood bone demon was cultivated, he would have a puppet in the late stage of foundation building. Moreover, this puppet also has its own spirituality, and it can evolve with the continuous absorption of evil energy!

Thinking of this, he thought of the blood bone demon that he had sealed in the corpse coffin and trained with the body of his eldest brother Qin Fengyang. He had already discovered the strangeness of that Blood Bone Demon, a soul that did not belong to the eldest brother Qin Fengyang was sleeping in that body at this time.

What's even more strange is that this soul is constantly dissipating, and there is a tendency to merge with the broken soul of the eldest brother.

Qin Ziyang did not act rashly in response to this situation, but waited for it to change, and one day, this strange soul will awaken!

Taking a deep breath, he slowly closed his eyes again and continued refining. The mirage formed by the mirage was only new, and it was not yet certain whether it was true or not.

According to Qin Ziyang's guess, it would take at least three years or so for the real mirage to really appear, which was enough time for him to be fully prepared!

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In the spacious stone room next to him, Xiong Jie and Xiong Yu sat opposite each other, and under the two of them lay a huge snow-white mastiff corpse that was at least ten zhang long.

A large amount of blood mist appeared from the major points of this mastiff's corpse and was absorbed by the two of them. With the appearance of this blood, the cultivation of the two of them continued to improve.

Finally, after the thirty-sixth day of retreat, a different and usual mana fluctuation came out of the two of them's bodies, and it climbed rapidly.

The corpse of the snow-white mastiff under him became soft at this time, as if everything in the body had been hollowed out and only turned into a skin.

After this fluctuation disappeared, Xiong Jie and Xiong Yu opened their eyes at the same time, and they both saw the joy in each other's eyes.

The two of them, after renovating the exercises of the Manshan Sutra, were able to build the foundation so easily. Even the Tsukidan essence that Qin Ziyang gave to the two of them didn't use it!

Soon, after a simple freshening up, Xiong Yu rushed out first, but she remembered Brother Qin's instructions before the retreat, and after taking the two of them to build a successful foundation, she took them into the cliff!

However, when Xiong Yu rushed out of the stone chamber, she found that the island was shrouded in a large amount of red-black mist, and there was an indescribable faint smell between her noses.

In front of the door of their stone chamber, there were a few things.