Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 604: Teach You Something

Into the night.

Su Zimo finished his shirt and left the Tibetan Pavilion, heading for the backyard.

On this day of each month, he will go to the red hair ghost to drink a bowl of mysterious spirit water.

Under the shroud of night, the ancient temple's backyard looked gloomy.

The red-haired ghost Da Ma Jin Dao sat on the ground, leaning against a tombstone, and stood with a bowl of spiritual water in front of him. He had been waiting for a long time.

Su Zimo, already familiar with all this, came to the red hair ghost and drank the spiritual water directly.

The red-haired ghost said suddenly, "You have a bow on you."

"Take it out and put it there."

The red-haired ghost pointed at a tombstone not far away.

Su Zimo was puzzled, but he took out the cover of the moon and hung it on the tombstone.

At the beginning of the full moon, the cold moonlight dripped down, and it happened that a beam of light condensed on the tombstone and on the cover of the moon.

The bow is full of light!

Even if there is no influx of spiritual power, the spirit patterns on the bow body will bloom with dazzling brilliance!

The red hair ghost said: "This bow is a quasi-innate aura. The sixth aura is already formed. As long as you continue to receive the baptism of Yuehua here, you will grow to a true aura.

Su Zimo nodded.

"You still have a blood-red long knife on you. Take it out, too."

"Blood Quench?"

Su Zimo froze for a moment.

The blood-quenched knife is the perfect spiritual tool he made himself, not a quasi-innate tool, is it ...

Su Zimo was confused, but still passed the blood quench knife.

The red hairy ghost took the blood quenching knife, stroked the blade, and then nodded: "This knife is well-cured. When it was formed, it blended with a terrible bloodline, giving this knife its bloodthirsty nature!"

At the beginning, the blood quenching knife was cast, and it almost failed. At the last moment, it was Su Zimo who quenched the blood quenching knife to cast the blood quenching knife.

The red hair ghost did not see it with his own eyes, but he could guess that it was close to ten, showing his brilliant eyesight.

The red hair ghost got up and came to an open area not far away. With a strong backhand, he inserted the blood-quenching knife directly into the ground, exposing only a section of the knife handle.

"Red hair ghost, what are you doing?" Su Zimo asked curiously.

The Red Hairy Ghost said: "The people buried here are powerful men ten thousand years ago. The blood in the ground is extremely strong. They are not rotten and not bad for many years. They contain great power! If you soak the knife in it, it may grow to innate Magic weapon! "

Su Zimo's eyes brightened.

In this way, in addition to Panlongyin and Wujin Arrow, the innate artifacts on his body were two more, covering the moon bow and blood quenching knife!

Unfortunately, Xuanjin Silk Armor had just been repaired and was broken by Xuanyu Taoists.

"There are too many strong men buried in this cemetery. The ancestors fell, the blood of the emperor was bloody. It is a land of fierceness! If this knife is not moving, then it will only be true. Get on a murderer! "

The red-haired ghost stared at the blood-quenching knife with a dim glance, and hehe smiled, "People with insufficient strength will get the disaster, and you must be careful!"

At this moment, the huge energy in the spiritual water had dispersed in Su Zimo's body.

Su Zimo sat on his knees and began to practice. The scriptures of the Great Demon King echoed in his mind.

Between the swallows, the strong demon gushes out from the mouth and nose.

On the blood red Nedan, there are no cracks at all, and it is restored as before!

Neidan runs slowly, the spirits are surging, and an ancient great demon is transformed around him.

Su Zimo was in it, his eyes were closed, his body was looming, his breath was horrible, and he was like the king of all monsters who came to the world!

For five years, it was this mysterious spiritual water that helped his Nedan to heal.

Not only that, his physical body became even more terrible!

Don't look at just a bowl of spiritual water, but the energy contained in it is enough for Su Zimo to absorb it for one month!

If he continues to cultivate, if he waits for another fifteen years, his Nedan will surely be completed, and he may even cultivate to a satisfactory state!

"What kind of spirit water is there?"

In the past five years, Su Zimo has browsed a lot of ancient books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but has not seen any records that match them.

During this period, he has asked the Red Haired Ghost more than once.

Every time the red-haired ghost looked a little weird, stared at him with a grin, but refused to say more.

After that, Su Zimo stopped asking.

The night was getting darker and the full moon was hanging high.

The red hair ghost stared at Su Zimo's figure, and there was a hint of envy in his eyes.

"This exercise is really terrifying!"

The red hair ghost sighed.

Human beings are inherently weak, which is an undeniable fact.

But this demon tribe practice method has actually cultivated a human body to such a terrible degree!

In his sight, each time Su Zimo gave up, the flesh and blood on his body was creeping inconspicuously, the big muscles were shaking slightly, the bones were trembling, the blood marrow was flowing, and the light in the seven points was bright Eye-catching, brighter than the stars!

Every time he vomited, he was tempering his flesh, bones, bones and skin!

The sight of the red hair ghost fell on Su Zimo's bare skin.

As the practice deepened, I saw that Su Zimo's skin surface became rougher.

If you look closely, you can see vaguely, diamond-shaped traces appear on the surface of the skin, staggered with each other, neatly arranged, closely connected!

However, the trace was not obvious, and even Su Zimo himself was unaware.

Seeing these traces, the red hairy ghost is very proud, and it is difficult to hide the joy in his eyes.

Soon, the night passed.

When the horizon was just showing a touch of white fish belly, Su Zimo took a deep breath, and the demon gas flowing around his body poured into his body.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.

Su Zimo opened his eyes, and the strange light flashed in his eyes.

The Red Hairy seemed to ask casually, "What have you swallowed from the Dragon Race?"

Su Zimo was startled.

His first reaction was the huge dragon egg that came to mind.

Su Zimo groaned: "Well ... in the palace of the emperor, in order to practice the exercises left by the emperor, he ate a dragon medicine made of flesh and blood.

"There is only one elixir?" The red-haired ghost raised a brow.

Su Zimo thought about it and had nothing to hide, saying: "I used to eat half a dragon egg in an ancient relic."

In the eyes of the red hair ghost, a sudden burst of brilliance burst out, and quickly converged.

"Hey, aren't you brave?"

The red hair said with a smile, with a funny tone.

Su Zimo felt like there was something wrong, and frowned and asked, "What?"

"Nothing, just ask."

The red-haired ghost waved his hand, his expression indifferent.

Su Zimo slaps himself on the face of Hong Mao Gui, not seeing anything coming, ready to get up and leave.

"Don't hurry."

At this moment, Hong Mao Gui motioned to Su Zimo to sit down and said with a smile: "Today, teach you something."

(End of this chapter)