Looking at the pool of essence and blood in front of him, Xue Zhen simply looked down, and gradually closed his eyes, and in his memory, the sea of thoughts gently turned upside down, and soon, Xue Zhen found the corresponding secret to refining his body with blood. There was more than one kind of this kind of technique, Xue Zhen naturally had his own considerations, and a kind of body refining technique that cultivated both inside and outside had flashed into his mind.

Xue Zhen carefully brushed this technique through his mind several times, and also went through the corresponding brain drills, and finally breathed a sigh of relief gently, and slowly opened his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, the spell in Xue Zhen's hand was urged, and one by one spell runes flashed in front of him, and, under his small snap of his fingers, all these runes and spells fell into this pool of blood. The blood mass also immediately rose and shrank, and from time to time flashed out some strange Xuanxia, glittering aura, and finally, the frequency of that expansion and contraction became larger and larger, and Xue Zhen's mouth also began to recite some corresponding obscure incantations with words.

At this time, Xue Zhen's expression was more solemn, in front of him, this pool of blood had reached almost ten times the size of his body, and Xue Zhen's magic technique was still being stimulated. Within the blood mass, there were all kinds of indescribable shapes, making people feel the suffocating breath released into Xue Zhen's body, and Xue Zhen's face and chest were all deformed, as if they were being violently blown by an extremely strong wind.

At this moment, Xue Zhen was still urging his magic without distraction, but the magic seemed to have reached the end, only to hear Xue Zhen hum like a spell, the aura on the surface of the pool of blood was slightly constricted, and the blood mass slowly moved towards Xue Zhen, and Xue Zhen, after taking a gentle breath, slowly closed his eyes.

The blood mass gradually approached, Xue Zhen still seemed to be unconscious, the blood mass had already touched Xue Zhen's skin in the next moment, at that moment, Xue Zhen's face twitched slightly, a numbness came from the skin in contact, the cone pain made him a little unbearable, but Xue Zhen also endured it silently.

As time continued, the blood mass had completely swallowed Xue Zhen's body into it, and Xue Zhen, who was in it, endured the pain of cone stabbing from all over the body, this kind of pain was still Xue Zhen first inspired a kind of relief in the blood group, and gradually allowed himself to slowly adapt to it, so that he had such a result.

At this time, if there is a powerful person who can observe Xue Zhen, he can find Xue Zhen's body, and at the same time as fully contacting this blood mass, a miniature blood-colored sharp cone appeared in every inch of the contact point between the blood mass and Xue Zhen's body, and the sharp cone continued to pierce every inch of Xue Zhen's skin, making Xue Zhen's skin endure almost unbearable torment.

Moreover, within this blood mass, you can also find blood-colored small hammers, as if they are controlled by people, knocking on every inch of skin on Xue Zhen's body, the number of these blood-colored small hammers is comparable to the number of those miniature blood-colored sharp cones, and the small hammers do not interfere with each other, hitting every inch of Xue Zhen's skin at various frequencies and speeds.

What's even more terrifying is that Xue Zhen, who is in the blood mass of his body, is still breathing slightly, and every time he breathes, Xue Zhen can swallow a handful of fine blood into his abdomen, and this kind of blood mass that falls into Xue Zhen's body is removed from constantly penetrating into every part of Xue Zhen's body. Every inch of blood, every inch of muscles and bones, every inch of muscle, that blood-colored sharp cone is still piercing, and that blood-colored little hammer is still striking.

As time continued to go by, Xue Zhen at the beginning could still endure one or two of this kind of intense pain, but as he continued to go deeper, the pain of internal and external attacks, and the kind of blow force that gradually let go, Xue Zhen endured unbearable pain.

He wanted to scream, but he couldn't scream when he was in the blood mass, and he had suppressed some of his other contingencies early on, and closed all the retreats. And he could only continue to endure it at this time until this alchemy technique was finally completed.

Time is not fast or slow, but for Xue Zhen at this moment, time is extremely long, he has been tormented by the pain of the cone and the pain of percussion to the point that he began to become numb, but he is still passively enduring it. As for the pool of blood outside, under the continuous urging of the spell, its power was constantly decreasing, and the volume of this pool of blood was slowly decreasing.

Ten times over!

Nine times!

Eight times the volume of blood clumps!

In the end, Xue Zhen didn't know how long it had been over, this kind of cone stabbing and beating was still continuing, however, the blood mass on his surface had been reduced to his own size, Xue Zhen's soul at the moment was only a little lucid, and as time continued, Xue Zhen's body surface, all the essence and blood, had all disappeared without a trace.

As for the essence and blood in his body, it is also consuming and fading while constantly forging his body. In the end, all the essence and blood on Xue Zhen's body that was stimulated by the magic trick had been completely dissipated, but Xue Zhen still showed a tight and forbearant face.

At this moment, next to Xue Zhen's body, the spirit beast ring stacked on his gray robe, the silver-haired young man Yinglang inside, was cultivating with the magic trick passed on by Xue Zhen during this time, and at this moment, sensing Xue Zhen's appearance, he couldn't help but let out his own whining.

"Woooooo......oo Master, how are you?"

His voice seemed to wake Xue Zhen up, Yinglang could sense a slight change in Xue Zhen's mind, and Xue Zhen's eyebrows and eyes also moved slightly consciously or unconsciously, and Yinglang released it even more.

"Master, what's wrong with you, master, ......master!"

At this time, Xue Zhen's fingers moved, but the light paralyzing feeling immediately reached his heart, Xue Zhen suddenly began to breathe accordingly at this moment, and soon, his eyes began to open, and the sound of joints in his arms was also gentle.

At this moment, he naturally heard Yinglang's concerned voice, he barely squeezed out a little smile, and because it was difficult to speak, he said in his heart:

"Yinglang! Xue is fine!"

With a simple word, the silver-haired young man's cry also stopped, what Xue Zhen had to do at this time, just like when he re-condensed his physical body, slowly adapted, that is, in three days, Xue Zhen's hands and feet could already move.

At this time, Xue Zhen sat cross-legged, silently urging a method of restoration, and after three months of recovery, Xue Zhen was once again able to skillfully control his physical body. He put his gray robe back on, put on two rings, and finally left the blood-red spiritual realm.