Mortal: I, Mo Juren

Chapter 13 Extracting Divine Consciousness
The key now is how he absorbs it. The extracted mana is wrapped in a ball of light.

However, as soon as this idea appeared in his mind, the light group seemed to understand, and a small hole appeared out of thin air.

Wisps of rich mana continued to flow out.

These mana seemed to have been specially processed and did not need to be converted by Mo Fan. They were directly integrated with the mana in his body, quickly improving his cultivation.

Mo Fan, who was just one step away from reaching the seventh level of Qi refining, suddenly broke through the later stage of Qi refining.

Once the level was breached, his cultivation soared even faster.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, we reached the late stage of the seventh level of Qi Refining, and faintly touched the eighth level of Qi Refining.

After a while, there was an extremely slight "click" sound, the barrier was broken, and Mo Fan's cultivation level entered the eighth level of Qi Refining.

It hasn't stopped yet, and mana is still flowing out of the light group.

This improvement in cultivation was like riding a rocket, which made Mo Fan secretly feel happy.

It's not difficult to cultivate immortality. Just watch others fight and then touch the corpse. Wouldn't it be easy to break through?

Alas~ I don’t understand why they have to practice hard. Mo Fan shook his head proudly.

This face was not noticed by others, otherwise he would have to know why the flowers were so red.

Time passed again for half a quarter of an hour, and as the last trace of mana flowed out from the light group, the light group completely collapsed and disappeared.

At this time, Mo Fan's cultivation level has also reached the mid-to-late stage of the eighth level of Qi refining.

Silently feeling that the mana in his body had increased several times, Mo Fan opened his eyes, patted the storage bag, and took out the body of the man named Jia.

Looking at the tragic scene of disembowelment, Mo Fan frowned slightly.

Slightly disgusted, he stretched out his right hand and placed it on the relatively clean head of the corpse, and began to extract it.

Time passed by.

About a cup of tea.

"Extract the corpse of 'Jiahu' and obtain its 'Thirteenth Level of Qi Refining Divine Consciousness (Part)'."

"Can spiritual consciousness still be extracted?" Mo Fan looked at his right hand in surprise, excited.

Divine consciousness!What a rare thing.

Could it be related to the part I just placed?He quickly guessed.

At present, he has extracted a total of three corpses, Yu Zitong from the seventh level of Qi Refining, Xiao Chuang from the twelfth level of Qi Refining, and Jia Hu from the thirteenth level of Qi Refining.

For the first two, he put his right hand on his back to extract them, and obtained spiritual roots and cultivation respectively.

Only this Jiahu, he felt a little disgusted with, so he put his hand on the top of his head to extract, and finally extracted the spiritual consciousness.

At present, it seems that there is a lot to do with the location of the hand during extraction.

However, the sample size is too small, so we cannot be certain that this is the case. It might just be a coincidence.

Mo Fan did not draw conclusions easily. After all, he had only extracted three corpses in this long time.

If you want to know the specific situation, you have to wait until he extracts a few more corpses.

Without thinking any more, he quickly looked inside.

No light group was found in the Dantian area, but instead a light group was found in the mind.

He didn't rush to start absorbing it. In order to find out how much it could be improved, he covered his consciousness to the maximum extent.

Perhaps his cultivation had just reached the eighth level of Qi Refining, and his use of divine consciousness was still a little unstable at this time.

It took dozens of breaths to reach the maximum range of his consciousness, which was about five or sixty feet.As soon as he thought about it, the light ball automatically opened a hole, and streams of spiritual power began to flow out of it, beginning to expand his sea of ​​consciousness.

Half an hour later, the light group was exhausted, shattered and disappeared.

At this time, Mo Fan continued to increase the range covered by his spiritual consciousness. After more than ten breaths, the range of his spiritual consciousness stabilized.

It has reached about eighty feet, which is comparable to the consciousness of the tenth level of Qi refining!

The powerful spiritual consciousness made Mo Fan's eyes look even deeper.

With a cultivation level of the eighth level of Qi Refining, coupled with a consciousness comparable to that of the tenth level of Qi Refining, he felt that it would not be a big problem for him to jump to the ninth level of Qi Refining.

After all, the two of them are still in the late stage of Qi refining, so it is not difficult to surpass them.

If coupled with some powerful magic weapons, the tenth level of Qi Refining can also be touched.

If it is any higher, it will be difficult, after all, his mana cannot keep up.

Unexpectedly, he went out casually and watched a show, which directly gave him a huge improvement in strength.

When I came out, I was at the peak of the sixth level of Qi refining, but when I returned, I was directly at the mid-to-late stage of the eighth level of Qi refining. Who can explain this.

It's a pity that the entire Yue Kingdom is relatively peaceful now, and there are not many people fighting and killing. This time I can meet someone who kills and seizes treasures, which is considered a great luck. I'm afraid it will be difficult to meet someone in the future.

But knowing the follow-up plot, he was not anxious about it at all.

His only mission at present is to save the dog's life while his cultivation is still weak.

Waiting for more than ten years, when the devil begins to invade, he will not be able to die happily.

Especially those big battlefields, just thinking about them makes Mo Fan excited.

Thousands of immortal cultivators have died, and when the time comes for me to sneak in, I'm afraid I won't even be able to touch the corpses.

The speed at which he touches corpses is definitely not as fast as those cultivators who die.

Judging from the current situation, it would take him about a cup of tea to touch a corpse.

On the battlefield, let alone a cup of tea, a large number of immortal cultivators would die in an instant.

The battle between good and evil that Han Li was so afraid of back then would be the best opportunity for his cultivation to soar. Thinking of this, the corners of Mo Fan's mouth turned up unconsciously.

It took half an hour for Mo Fan to recover from his beautiful fantasy.

He picked up Jiahu's storage bag and began to count the contents.

The first was the giant scimitar. Even without the slightest injection of mana, it still looked eerie and cold.

Although Mo Fan still doesn't know how to distinguish the grades of magical weapons, just from the fact that Jia Hu easily blocked Xiao Chuang before he cast the forbidden technique, it can be seen that the grade of this scimitar should not be too low.

Even if it is not a top-level magic weapon, it is still much better than the average high-grade magic weapon.

The other piece is the shield-shaped defensive weapon. After injecting mana, it can grow to half a foot in size, which can cover almost half of a person's body.

At present, it seems that it should be a high-grade magic weapon to start with. Mo Fan cannot judge the specific level. This is also the tragedy of being forced to work as a casual cultivator.

Not only did he have no money, he also had almost no understanding of the world of immortality.

I don't know if I can extract other people's knowledge reserves about the world of immortality when extracting it in the future. This will save me the need to use my brain. Mo Fan touched his chin and started thinking.

After thinking for a while, his eyes quickly fell on the fusiform flying magic weapon that Jia Hu had used before.

The grade is also not visible, but judging from the shape and glossiness, Mo Fan feels that it should be much better than the crappy Green Leaf Flying Magic Artifact on the street.

He has been here for more than three years, but he has never experienced the feeling of flying with an object. Suppressing the urge to try flying now, Mo Fan continued to count the remaining items.

(End of this chapter)