hey demon

Chapter 153
Heijia barracks, main account.

Suppressing the turmoil brought about by the Sun family's affairs, and meditating on the existence of the spirit, Zhang Chunyi's consciousness entered the ancestral orifice.

Shenyue Lake is as smooth as a mirror, without the slightest ripples, and at the bottom of the lake, the Tianjun Furnace glows faintly.

When the furnace opened, a magic seed lingering with blue light fell into Zhang Chunyi's hands.

Looking at this Dharma Seed, Zhang Chunyi was quite uneasy.

There are gains and losses, human beings have a clear soul and are born close to the Dao, but the physical body also has irreparable flaws, unable to absorb spiritual energy, let alone carry Dao marks, so most people's physiques are mediocre.

But there are always exceptions to everything, and there are always some oddities that can break the rules, such as him who had a martial bone in his previous life, such as Wanyan Wu who was killed by him.

"Wu Zong style, a medium-grade method, with no leaks in the whole body, fine control, can be used by all kinds of martial arts."

Touched by the divine sense, Zhang Chunyi got the information of this magic seed, and finally understood why Wanyanwu could easily learn human martial arts regardless of the difference between himself and human beings, and why he could complete the fusion of demon power and strength.

Born with a martial body, Wanyan Wu was born with extreme control over his body. To a certain extent, Wanyan Wu was born to be a half master of holding alchemy. Possess a similar miraculousness, and even surpass it.

Under such circumstances, Wanyan Wu was able to learn human martial arts, and it became a matter of course to complete the fusion of monster power and strength.

"However, after all, Wanyan Wu is just a wild man and not a demon. There is still a difference between the two."

Playing with the dharma seed in his hand, looking at the calm Tianjun furnace, Zhang Chunyi's thoughts were spinning.

There is still a limit to the warrior's way of the wild people. Although they can use the blood of the demon to strengthen their bodies and master some subtle magic, they can't really transform into the bones of the demon and possess real magical powers, at least for now.

And after they die, the demon blood in their bodies will lose their activity, and all the demon power will disappear immediately, without leaving any traces. This is very different from real monsters, and it is precisely because of this that the Tianjun furnace is refining After transforming Yan Wu's body, there was nothing left except a magic seed.

"With this magic seed, Liu Er should be able to complete the fusion of monster power and strength soon, and the birth of Gang Jin."

Looking at Liu Er, who was sinking in the lake, silently absorbing the miraculous power to recover from his injuries, Zhang Chunyi's thoughts kept turning.

As for the term Gang Jin, he learned it after checking the experience left by Yan Wu, and he thought it was good, so he continued to use it.

Compared with normal martial arts strength, the power born after the fusion of monster power and strength is fierce in nature, extremely high in quality, and can be released outside the body. It is somewhat similar to the bitter wind in the sky. It is called Gang Jin Just right.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, Zhang Chunyi threw the magic seed of Wu Zongti at Liu Er.

With a feeling in his heart, Liu Er immediately accommodated this dharma seed and began to refine it.

Seeing such a scene, Zhang Chunyi's consciousness returned to reality.

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Time passed, and it was ten days in a flash.

What happened to the Sun family in the past ten days sparked a heated discussion, but it was quickly quelled. As more and more news about the war came, this matter was quickly forgotten by everyone.

Since returning to the Heijia barracks, Zhang Chunyi has never stepped out of the camp except for reporting some military exploits and exchanging some alchemy materials.

Phew, the tongue of flames is hesitating, a lifelike red fire snake is surging comfortably in the flames, after the heating of the cauldron is over, dozens of medicinal materials are thrown into the red furnace by Zhang Chunyi at the same time.

During this period of time, Zhang Chunyi studied the inheritance of the second volume of the Supreme Alchemy Sutra, and Zhang Chunyi has gained a lot. He has a more precise grasp of the medicinal properties of various medicinal materials, and the cultivation of the secret art of distinguishing medicine is even more powerful.

At this point, Zhang Chunyi became more calm when refining alchemy, with a taste of doing whatever he wanted.

Zhang Chunyi had a hunch that if he could understand the contents of Volume [-] of the Supreme Alchemy Sutra, then he might be able to try to create pill formulas, because most of the low-quality panaceas themselves are just the aggregation of the properties of elixir.

As long as one can precisely control the properties of the medicine and find out the wonderful changes in it, it is entirely possible to create a brand new prescription.

Holding the alchemy in hand, the flame rises, the center of the flame turns white, the high temperature condenses and does not disperse, the tempering and aggregation of the medicinal properties are quietly completed in an instant, and the prototype of a panacea is slowly formed in the red furnace.

Hum, the furnace opened, and a first-grade Peiyuan Pill fell into Zhang Chunyi's hands.

"The timing is just right."

Playing with the elixir in his hand, Zhang Chunyi cast his eyes outside the camp. At this moment, a flash of extreme sharpness flashed in his dark eyes.

Without disturbing anyone, Zhang Chunyi quietly left the barracks with the red cloud, red smoke, and six ears, hiding his body and breath.

In the wilderness, the sun hangs high. Today is a rare sunny day. The smell of sunshine is everywhere, which warms people's hearts.

In the middle of the sky, Hongyun stretched out his body and completely merged with the surrounding clouds. Under the effect of the Dharma Seed, there was no trace of it.

A cloud of red smoke lingered all over his body, and Zhang Chunyi, who had entered the state of demonization, stood silently on the head of the cloud, with a hazy brilliance emanating from the center of his brows, and the power of his soul was exhausted.

Liu Er, who had recovered from serious injuries, stood guard at the side, with black lightning jumping on his fingertips, overlooking the open land, and his eyes were flickering with brilliance eager to try.

"coming."

At a certain moment, the brilliance between the brows suddenly flourished, and Zhang Chunyi opened his eyes.

After exterminating the Blood Eagle Pirates, Zhang Chunyi gained a good inheritance "The Picture of the Sky Eagle Sitting on the Mountain". " Zhang Chunyi didn't miss the soul-locking secret technique that came with this inheritance - Thousand Miles Locking Soul.

Completion of this secret technique allows the cultivator to rely on the breath left by the living beings to lock the opponent's position thousands of miles away, and because it points directly at the soul, it is impossible to avoid it with ordinary breath-holding methods, which is very miraculous.

Of course, it is not easy to cultivate the soul of thousands of miles, at least you have to form a god fetus before you can try it. It is also because of the existence of Lanyue Peak that Zhang Chunyi can start to practice after locking the five souls and strengthening the god in his heart again.

Hearing Zhang Chunyi's words, Liu Er showed a ferocious and bloodthirsty smile.

Mind is connected with Zhang Chunyi, with the help of Zhang Chunyi's perspective, through the fog, in the seemingly deserted wilderness, Liu Er saw a figure sitting on the back of a wolf.

Stinging, grasping the subtleties, the long-accumulated qi and blood instantly boiled and transformed into endless power, the shadows of the six bulls manifested, dense black lightning appeared on the ape's body, and the six ears took a step forward.

Rumbling, like a mountain shifting, with an indescribable thickness, at this moment, the figure of Liu Er seems to be rising infinitely, like a real mountain.

(End of this chapter)