v4 Chapter 122： Refining (1/2)

In the bamboo garden, Xiao Chen moved forward, and one day could pass in the blink of an eye, but at this moment, Xiao Chen felt that it had become extremely long and his feet were heavy. It seemed that every step up and down took all the strength to do. (August Yi? Novel Network W>W]W). 81ZW.COM's body has long been numb, can't feel the pain caused by the wound, and gradually loses control of the limbs, and now it is just driven by an instinct.

With blurred mind and confusion, Xiao Chen stopped, shaking his body.

The limit.

Even if he took another step, his body that was already on the verge of collapse would crash to the ground. At that time, Xiao Chen couldn't guarantee that he could still maintain only a trace of sobriety in his mind. If he fell into darkness, it would represent the end of life.

got windy.

The bamboo sticks, bamboo leaves and bamboo poles rattled, and Xiao Chen slowly lifted it up. It was just such a simple action that he was extremely difficult to do at this moment. A slightly illusory figure appeared in front of him, it was the bamboo burial.

”You won.” He spoke briefly, calmly, with a gentle gaze. At this moment, she said, why? ”

Simple, straightforward and clean.

After speaking, the figure suddenly disappeared and turned into a sky full of spiritual light.

The blood awn of a blood-veined seed the size of a walnut flashed into Xiao Chen's body. At the same time, the vast and endless bamboo forest trembled suddenly, and then quickly withered and died. The wind turned into ashes and drifted away, disappearing.

The space trembled, and eventually the pieces shattered and disappeared.

The flesh body was on the verge of collapse. At this moment, there was a sudden tremor, and Juanjuan's spiritual power emerged from the dantian, and then turned into a surging wave that swept every flesh and blood along the meridian.

Like a long drought and the rain, the body is sour and numb, and it is endlessly refreshing. This is a feeling of suddenly rising from a desperate place to heaven, which makes Xiao Chen close his eyes unconsciously, and his body trembles.

The flesh and blood returned to plump, the wound was scarred and shedding, a black and bright head was shaved off his shoulders, and the dirt was instantly shaken and scattered and dispersed.

After a short while, Xiao Chen opened his eyes, his eyes calmed, and now he looked forward, and the clouds and mist in front of him slowly dispersed. A green bamboo stood still, bamboo leaves rustling, and under the bamboo there was an unknown flower with blood red color. There are rattans entwined with bamboo poles, and the two are interdependent.

Xiao Chen's gaze was slightly condensed and slightly complicated. At this moment, he sighed slightly, ”If I have the opportunity, I will complete the entrustment.” After saying this, he held his fist at the bamboo flower, and then the light flashed slightly, and a dark stone appeared in his hand. The next moment, Xiao Chen's figure disappeared instantly.

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Left eyebrow dojo.

Xiao Chen's figure appeared in the courtyard, Ganoderma lucidum was not there, but at this moment he couldn't wait, and walked straight to the house. Obtaining the bamboo burial blood seed, Xiao Chen did not leave the funeral garden, but went directly into the Zuo Brow Dojo, trying his best to refine the blood and blend it into his body.

He closed the door with his backhand, Xiao Chen's expression was solemn, his hand whistling and coming and going into the void around the room, forming a mysterious and obscure prohibition to protect him tightly, and then he sat cross-legged on the ground, with a pensive expression on his face. Refining the bamboo burial bloodline seeds must take a long time. As a foreign monk, it is even more difficult for Xiao Chen to refining, but with the left eyebrow dojo in his hands, this problem can be easily solved. Thirty times the time gap allows him to have enough time.

After a while, Xiao Chen backhanded out an hourglass timing magic weapon. At this moment, thirteen blanks were exposed on it, and a little bit of Lingsha was dripping downward with its slowness. After thinking a little bit, Xiao Chen took out a blank jade slip with his backhand, leaving a message and throwing it out.

”There are still seventy-seven days. Seventy-seven months in the Zuomei Dojo, or seven years and five months, should be enough time, but even so, you must not slack off and complete the refining!”

There was a firm color in Xiao Chen's eyes, and he slowly closed his eyes. When his mind was calm, he instantly pinched the magic formula with his hands and placed it at his dantian. The mana in his body suddenly turned into an endless wave and swallowed the blood seeds at that chest.

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