readx(); As the night passed, Qingluan gradually recovered as before, and as soon as his eyes opened, he looked at the bone body in front of him hotly. Fang Yan also opened his eyes at this time, and quietly luaned Shi Wei, this step mainly uses divine consciousness, which is very similar to the sacrificial treasure, and establishes a preliminary connection through divine consciousness, which is of great help to refine into the body.

The three-foot-sized bone body slowly rose, but there was no mana streamer on the surface, and it was completely supported by Qingluan's divine soul power, and he made a divine soul imprint on it with all his might. If this step is successfully completed, it will be much easier to refine into the body next, after all, the forced refining of the blood sacrifice method is very easy to be counterattacked, which is also the most worrying place for Fang Yan.

The bones that radiated the glowing treasure light, no matter how Qingluan changed his technique after that, it was still like a dead thing hanging in the air, and there was no response to Qingluan's divine consciousness refinement. After half an hour, Qingluan's face gradually turned pale, but he still refused to give up, gritted his teeth and insisted on forcibly entering the mark, but Fang Yan immediately stepped forward to stop it.

"Qingluan, by all means, stop quickly. "The soul is the root of the monk, it is not used to fight hard at every turn, Qingluan's appearance is obviously obsessed, and the consequence is either a great loss of the soul or an inducement of demons, how dare Fang Yan let her continue.

"No, wait, maybe you will succeed in the next moment, at this time giving up is equivalent to giving up all your previous efforts, not to mention all the hard work, and the refining will also be greatly affected. Qingluan's voice was weak, but his tone was very resolute. Although she has basically accommodated dialects in everything since she was a child, she is really difficult to even have a headache with dialects, let alone at this juncture.

And Fang Yan didn't dare to forcibly interrupt her spell casting, so she could only persuade her to give up by herself, which was related to the foundation of the divine soul, and the external force often backfired. He naturally understood Qingluan's character, and after thinking about it, he simply changed the way, no longer persuaded directly, and said to her instead: "I'm afraid that the divine consciousness sacrifice will not be successful, it is better to consider a direct blood sacrifice, then I and the demon body may be able to help a little." ”

Seeing that something happened to Luan, of course, Fang Yan had to retreat to the second, and the reason why Qingluan insisted on refining his bones was actually eager to help himself, so as not to have to bear all the things by Fang Yan alone, how could he not understand this mental dialect.

Besides, dialects don't have to stop her, I'm afraid that I will give it a try if I have a good chance, maybe the desire to win in danger is stronger than Qingluan. It was because of him that he would simply let her directly sacrifice blood and forcibly refine this bone body, as for any trouble in the future, it is better for two people to join forces than for her to be strong alone.

The left and right sides were refining, and the words of the dialect immediately made Qingluan stop, and with a strange look, he sat in place and closed his eyes to recuperate, and recovered his state. And this only made Fang Yan breathe a sigh of relief for the time being, because what he faced next would be very dangerous, after all, Qingluan was refining the Natal Divine Beast at a higher level, and it was far from being as simple as refining a high-level treasure.

What will happen in the process is still unpredictable, the most likely threat is the remaining mana and will in the bone body, which is beneficial to the same level or high-level monks, but harmful to low-level monks, especially like Qingluan, who is a big difference in his cultivation.

But no one will be willing to give it a try if they don't give it a try, and they will give up timidly when they come to this point, but they are afraid that even their mood will be affected. Fang Yan can only hope that the original level of the ghost creature is not too high, and the danger of Qingluan will be correspondingly smaller, perhaps because of this, the supernatural power after refining will be a little worse, but at least it will not endanger her life.

Unexpectedly, a killing and robbery turned into a chance, and now it has become a blessing and misfortune, and it is difficult to ride a tiger, and the creation is really tricky. Just when Fang Yan was thinking like this, Qingluan's consciousness was gradually recovering, and when she was consciously prepared, she took out a small knife magic weapon, and cut her wrist with a bang, and the Dao essence blood dripped on the skeleton, and the posture seemed to be fighting with people.

After a while, the crystal skeleton flashed with bursts of red light, and suddenly turned into a blood rainbow and flew into Qingluan's mouth, and was immediately included in the dantian by her, and then saw her use of mana with a solemn face, waiting for the backlash of this bone body. Fang Yan was also extremely nervous, and he couldn't take his eyes off Luan, and suddenly a violent and tyrannical aura rose from her, and Qingluan also snorted, and his expression became extremely painful.

The demon body, who had been sitting behind her for a long time, hurriedly stretched out his hands flat, against her back and slowly sent out a stream of mana, while trying to draw out the violent aura in her body, while Fang Yan himself shrouded all his divine sense on Qingluan's body, observing her subtle changes with full attention, and then deciding how to help, and did not dare to relax for a moment.

Now Qingluan's practice is equivalent to first putting the treasure into the body before refining, and its original residual aura must be completely suppressed, so that it is possible to wear it off little by little in the future, and finally control it from the heart. If it can't be forcibly subdued now, it is not a pity that the bones and body will be destroyed, Qingluan's damage will be unpredictable, and it is possible that the road will be lost or even his life will be lost.

Now is the critical moment, who knows that it will not take long for the dialect to be covered in sweat, although both of them have a certain amount of mental preparation before, but no one expected that the backlash would come so fiercely. In addition to the huge Yin Spirit Power that they expected, there was also some kind of strong resistance in the bones, but the most dangerous thing was the killing intent hidden in it.

These factors were intertwined and superimposed, instantly making Qingluan's body extremely unstable, even with the help of the demon body, it was difficult to control, and the aura of the whole body became disordered. The most difficult thing is this inexplicable killing intent, as soon as it enters the body, it immediately rushes out, raging everywhere in Qingluan's body, and failure is absolutely inevitable if it is allowed to continue, and whether Qingluan's meridians can be kept is a question.

Fang Yan secretly said that it was bad, and he looked at Qingluan with an anxious face, he could still help with mana disorder, but this killing intent was formless and substantial, and it was separated by a body, so he could only do it in a hurry if he had a thousand means. Throwing a rat bogey, several methods flashed in Fang Yan's mind, but they all gave up decisively because of this, saving people is not better than killing people, you can have no scruples.

Eagerly, Fang Yan suddenly had an idea, raised his hand to summon the demon pet Heisha, remembering that the demon fire Netherworld Ghost Fire that it had once refined came from a ghost yin place, maybe with the help of this fire, it could attract that killing intent to come and entangle with it, even if it was not good, it could consume a lot of yin spiritual power and reduce Qingluan's burden at this time.

However, I didn't dare to rest assured with the black evil dialect alone, and I easily summoned the shadow out, this demon pet has a very high intelligence, and it is convenient to communicate with the black evil, in case the black evil is muddy, there is more insurance. In a short period of time, Fang Yan was busy but not chaotic, and he was not completely confused because of Qingluan, which was of course related to his many adventures, and the more critical the moment, the more calm he became.

A turquoise blue flame, faintly emitting a cold aura, was the Netherworld Ghost Fire refined by the Black Evil, and although it had devoured some inexplicable things afterwards, its essence did not seem to have changed. According to the dialect's instructions, the black demon reluctantly spat out this ghostly fire, and then the demon body stretched out his hand and moved, and a few flashes floated there.

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