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Chapter 5 I read Spring and Autumn

Looking at the ashes in front of him, Fangzheng's mood surged.

"It's okay, it's normal to fail for the first time..."

Taking a deep breath and adjusting his mentality, Fangzheng took out the talisman paper again, began to use his mana, and began to write for the second time.

Mana gathered at the fingertips, and a faint light bloomed.

After a while, the Black God spell took shape again.

After the last step, Fangzheng's heart beat violently.

"Ah-"

A red light rose from the spell again, and the next second, the Black God spell in his hand burned again, turning into ashes.

Fangzheng: "..."

"How could this be?"

Seeing the second talisman turn into ashes, Fangzheng was in a bad mood.

Charms are fine.

The steps are also right.

How did it fail?

Is it because of its own mana?

Frowning, looking at the ashes in front of him, Fangzheng was thinking about the steps just now.

What went wrong?

bowed his head in thought.

Faint candlelight shone on Fangzheng's face.

Thinking about the steps just now, Fangzheng still couldn't find what went wrong.

The method is right.

But it was unsuccessful.

"continue."

After adjusting his mentality and calming down the mana fluctuations, Fangzheng took out the talisman paper again and began to write.

……

Yongdu, Tianlao.

Bingzi No. [-] prison.

On the straw mat, Wei Zhongxian suddenly opened his eyes.

"Why do you have a bad feeling?"

The pupils opened instantly, Wei Zhongxian got up immediately, looked outside the cell, and frowned.

"There has been no movement for so long, what is this kid doing?"

Walking around in the cell, Wei Zhongxian frowned like a pimple.

"There should be doubts..."

His thoughts turned, and after thinking for a while, Wei Zhongxian sat down again.

Close your eyes and continue to rest.

……

Starry night.

A bright moon hangs above the sky.

Shining on the land of Yongdu.

"Fuck!"

In the room, Fangzheng was furious.

In front of him, there are already many ashes.

The raw materials in the stone jar are all used up, but it still fails.

Every time, it failed when the last step was almost successful.

It hurt his heart again and again.

Looking at the ashes in front of him, Fangzheng's forehead was bulging with veins.

Continuing to make talismans, his mana has been exhausted.

But with the first Black God spell, he still failed.

The steps have been changed several times, but it still fails.

If the Black God spell fails, then he should not try to refine Qilin's true blood. Wei Zhongxian's primordial spirit consciousness is definitely not something he can resist.

A dead skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

What is Wei Zhongxian's cultivation?
To be able to win the house with the primordial spirit, at least be above the sixth-rank refining god, and even the fifth-rank realm of the unity of heaven and man.

He took out the bottle and looked at the glowing Qilin true blood inside.

Riot seems to be in a better mood.

Holding the last raw material, Fangzheng poured it into a stone jar and smashed it again with a stone pestle.

The same procedure, when all the materials were turned into powder, Fangzheng was about to cut his finger to bleed, when he suddenly stopped.

"wrong!"

"All the steps are fine, could it be my blood?"

"The effect of ordinary blood is not as good as that of making spells. Wouldn't it be better to use blood essence?"

Looking at the powder in the stone jar, several thoughts flashed through Fangzheng's mind.

The prompt did not say to use essence and blood.

But it has failed before.

The steps are fine, the raw materials are fine, and there is only one point left.

Blood!

Black God spell.

Blood is also one of the materials.

All other materials are correct.

Then it's his blood.

Something went wrong with blood.

Ordinary blood can't meet the requirements, perhaps because his cultivation base is too low.

The initial stage of Ninth Grade Refining.

The blood in the body may be worse.

After all, he was almost always in prison, and the evil spirit of the prison also had a certain corrosive effect on the body.

His physique cannot be said to be strong, and he is even a little weak.

This may be the key.

"Try it with blood!"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. Fangzheng regained his confidence, the blade cut open his finger, and the magic power circulated, forcing out the essence and blood in his body.

Blood!

The root of man.

Ordinary fresh blood and essence blood are not at the same level.

Ordinary people have very little blood in their bodies.

Stepping into the cultivation of immortals, refining the essence of the ninth grade, the essence and blood will increase.

This increase needs to be looked at from various perspectives.

Food, housing, how to practice, and other related factors.

For example, the children of the big family in Yongdu, what do they eat?
Heaven and earth ginseng, all kinds of elixir to nourish the body and build a strong foundation.

Refining is the first step in cultivating immortality.

It is also an important foundational step towards immortality.

This realm is also the casting foundation.

If the Dao foundation is unstable, it will be difficult for you to achieve great achievements.

Of course, if there is any powerful fetish, it can also be promoted the day after tomorrow, but that kind of fetish is not something ordinary people can expect.

Even if it is available on the market, the price is prohibitive.

For the sake of Qilin's true blood, Fang Zheng was willing to use his own blood essence to make talismans.

She Xiao Bo Da!

Cultivating immortals is essentially a game between heaven and earth.

Life is also a game.

The blood fell into the stone jar, and a drop of blood essence with a particularly bright color was forced into the stone jar at the fingertips.

A drop of blood dripped down, and Fangzheng's face turned a little pale.

"Come some more."

A drop of blood essence was dripped in, and Fangzheng was afraid that it was not enough, so he decided to add a little more.

In case of failure, then he really lost his wife and lost his army.

Continue dripping.

a drop.

two drops.

……

Under the candlelight, Fang Zheng's face turned extremely pale.

white as dead.

More than half of the blood in the body was forced out.

Greatly hurt.

His face was as pale as paper.

If it weren't for the fact that he still has a little bit of cultivation, which can nourish more blood, he might have already collapsed.

"almost!"

Fangzheng stopped dripping after mobilizing a small amount of mana to heal the wound.

Can't drip any more, and if he drips again, he will die.

As the wounds healed, a feeling of weakness swept over his body.

Essence and blood are the foundation of the body.

After consuming more than half of it at once, Fangzheng felt a little dizzy.

Stir it well to combine with the powder thoroughly.

Fangzheng didn't start making talismans right away.

The mana has not recovered yet, and the energy and spirit have been consumed a lot, so he has to recover.

……

Dawn breaks.

Light rises from the sky.

Fang Zheng quietly opened his eyes, his face still pale.

When he was ready, he couldn't hold on anymore and lay down to rest.

A rest is a night.

"call……"

Letting out a breath, Fangzheng got up weakly.

When I got out of bed, my body shook, my steps were too weak, and my body was hollowed out.

It feels the same as being completely squeezed dry.

After drinking some water, I felt better. I looked at the fusion powder in the stone jar. Before resting, Fangzheng used the last magic power to protect it, so that its effect could be preserved in it.

"Take a vacation."

Looking at the sky outside, Fang Zheng put on his clothes and left home.

It took two sticks of incense before he came to the prison.

It's just about time.

"I'll go, Fangzheng, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Fang Zheng, who was as pale as paper, several fellow jailers were startled.

"It's okay, I'm a little weak, I'll be fine after a while." Fangzheng said weakly.

A jailer stepped forward and looked at Fangzheng with doubts in his eyes: "Didn't you be fine when the shift was over yesterday?"

"Oh, I see, boy, have you gone to Chunfeng Tower?"

Fangzheng: "...No, I haven't."

"That must have gone to Yihong Courtyard."

"..."

Several fellow jailers suddenly realized.

An elderly jailer stepped forward and looked at Fangzheng:
"Fangzheng, although you are young, you must know how to control yourself. Your body won't be able to handle it like this."

Fangzheng: "..."

"Fangzheng, looking at you like this, you are already seriously overdrawn!"

Fangzheng: "..."

"The essence of food, young people are trying it for the first time, I understand, but you are too good at making it."

……

Hearing the tiger-wolf words from the jailers, Fangzheng had a black line on his forehead.

Chunfeng Building, Yihong Courtyard! ? !
Is Lao Tzu that kind of person?
I read Spring and Autumn!
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