Chapter Seventy-Three: A Treasure of Treasures

A day later, Wang Xiaofan opened his closed eyes, and a ray of essence shot out of them, and then regained clarity. Wang Xiaofan felt the abundant spiritual power in his body, and nodded with satisfaction, a day of meditation not only restored his spiritual power, but also made his spiritual power more refined.

At this time, Qinglian's voice sounded from the bottom of Wang Xiaofan's heart, and said, "Let's start, I'm also a little curious about this." ”

Wang Xiaofan nodded slightly, and then took out the inconspicuous Buddha bead from the storage bag. This Buddha bead in the hand, there is a bit of coolness, can not help but make people feel refreshed.

Having received the lesson of the high-level Danbao, Wang Xiaofan bit the tip of his tongue at this time, and directly squirted a mouthful of blood into the Buddha bead, and the face that had recovered its ruddy color suddenly turned pale again.

The essence blood fell on the Buddha bead, and it was not immediately absorbed into it, but twisted on it in an unusually strange way. Under the cover of this essence and blood, this originally inconspicuous Buddha bead looks like it is full of a strange sense of evil at this moment. Fortunately, as Wang Xiaofan continued to play the magic trick, this essence and blood slowly merged into the Buddha beads. The Buddha beads gradually became like warm jade, and the pure Buddha power was also emanated, and the Sanskrit sound bursted, and in the Buddha's light, there seemed to be countless Buddha phantoms, chanting in unison, and the treasure was solemn.

Wang Xiaofan looked at this Buddha bead, and his mood gradually calmed down, without the slightest other thought.

"As I expected, this bead is unusual. Qinglian's voice came out again, this time with a sense of surprise.

"What do you mean, could it be that this Buddha bead is not secret?" Wang Xiaofan asked.

Hearing this, Qinglian was silent for a moment, and then said: "This Buddha bead, if I feel it well, it should be a very important thing for me, and after absorbing it, the injury in my primordial spirit will be able to alleviate a little." ”

When Wang Xiaofan heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned, and then nodded, Qinglian had saved his life, since this thing was useful to her, no matter what, Wang Xiaofan had to refine it, and then hand it over to her.

The method of blood refining can be said to be an extremely high-level method of refining magic weapons, through the introduction of essence blood, coupled with the catalysis of secret methods, the magic weapons can be completely refined in a very fast time, so that the magic weapons and the master's mind are connected, controlled, and more handy. Although this method is extremely simple, there are many ways to do it, and there are more than 900 of them. Using this blood refining method is enough to refine any magic weapon under the spirit treasure, but with Wang Xiaofan's current cultivation, I am afraid that he can only play more than two hundred magic tricks at the limit.

With the spell played, Wang Xiaofan's face became more and more rigorous, at present, Wang Xiaofan has played one hundred and fifty spells, but this Buddha bead still has no reaction, if it goes on like this, it won't be long before his spiritual power and divine sense will be exhausted.

"Don't panic, since I let you continue refining, you are sure, you can rest assured. Or sensing the worry in Wang Xiaofan's heart, Qinglian's voice sounded faintly in his heart.

Sure enough, when approaching the two hundred magic tricks, the calm Buddha beads suddenly underwent an astonishing change, and in the thick Buddha light, a trace of pitch-black demonic energy was faintly born, and the appearance of the entire Buddha beads turned into a pitch-black color in an instant, and the Buddha power also dissipated, replaced by rolling demonic energy.

The one hundred and ninety-eighth method, at this time, Wang Xiaofan was already blackened in front of him, and his spiritual power had already reached the bottom of the well, and only a few were still flowing in the meridians. And the demonic energy on the Buddha beads was even worse, and there was a roaring sound coming out between the tumblings.

The one hundred and ninety-ninth magic technique, the spiritual power in the body was consumed, Wang Xiaofan's face instantly became bloodless, and all the spiritual power in the body dissipated, and the shape of the Buddha bead also changed greatly, from a round bead into a black bone similar to a knuckle, and an extremely frenzied demonic qi erupted wildly from it, with bursts of roaring sounds.

Wang Xiaofan's eyes were already blackened, and there was a feeling of weakness in his body, but the refining of this Buddha bead was still not completed.

"There's just one last trick left, and it's done. Wang Xiaofan's eyes showed a crazy look, and his fist slammed down on his chest, and a stream of essence blood was suddenly forced out by him.

"Take my essence and blood as the final recipe, refining. Wang Xiaofan's face was full of pain, but his hands were still flexible, and the essence blood fell on the phalanges under the traction of the magic technique, and was instantly absorbed.

As soon as the last spell fell, the jet-black phalanx suddenly trembled, and the demonic qi rolling on it was instantly absorbed into it, and the rapid bone joints suddenly became dark and dull, like a piece of restrained and brilliant black jade.

"Fellow Daoist, this thing has been refined, you can see if it is the thing you need. Wang Xiaofan's breath was extremely chaotic at the moment, and his face was even more cyan, but he still asked reluctantly.

Shaoxiang, this Qinglian's voice still sounded faintly: "Yes, it's exactly what I need." ”

When Wang Xiaofan heard this, his pale face showed a smile, and he said weakly: "That's good, I need to cultivate hard, and Daoist friends just take this thing." ”

After speaking, Wang Xiaofan took out a few pills and swallowed them, and the pills turned into several pure spiritual power into the body at the entrance, Wang Xiaofan's breath suddenly stabilized a little, and his face was still difficult, after all, a large amount of essence and blood in the body was lost, and it was definitely not something that could be replenished in a short time.

Qinglian's illusory figure appeared beside Wang Xiaofan, took the pitch-black phalanges in his hand, looked at Wang Xiaofan who was sitting cross-legged, and showed a somewhat complicated look in his eyes, and after a long time, he smiled and said to himself: "Ruthless and ruthless, but in your bones you are a little guy who values love and righteousness, it seems that you are a good choice...... I've already missed it, and this time, don't let me down. ”

The voice gradually deepened, and then Qinglian's figure gradually disappeared.

For several days, Wang Xiaofan spent the time constantly swallowing pills and meditating to recover, and the spiritual power and divine consciousness that had been consumed in his body gradually recovered, and he was more condensed than before.

On this day, Wang Xiaofan's closed eyes suddenly opened, and two rays of light flashed from them, and then returned to flatness, and the dark eyes seemed to become a little deeper.

Spit out a breath of turbidity, Wang Xiaofan showed a wry smile on his face, now his strength is still too weak, just refining a magic weapon has made him so embarrassed.