Chapter 177 Purple Ink Divine Power

Yu Zecheng was extremely surprised that the Soul Purple Ink Dragon penetrated the acupoint so smoothly. It seemed that the reason why it had been so difficult to invade the acupoint the previous few times must be the resistance reaction of the true essence water in his original acupoint. Now, everything is smooth and simple.

Yu Zecheng began to sacrifice the tenth and last ghost king, preparing to open the eleventh acupoint, the Juque acupoint.

The soul of the acupuncture point here is opened, and the water is ready. It is extremely easy and completed smoothly. Yu Zecheng is overjoyed. I am so happy that it goes so smoothly. Now I just need to keep it silently. Wait until a hundred days later, these eleven souls will be transformed into purple ink dragons. Take shape, and then you can test whether the spell you created is successful.

If this soul is attached to the magic weapon Flying Sword and soaked in the pool of time, it will instantly have the effect of a hundred days. But this time it uses the hole in his body as a shelter. Yu Zecheng looked at the pool of water. After a full quarter of an hour, I finally shook my head and let it go. Don't experiment on yourself. This is too dangerous. Isn't it just for a hundred days? I'll wait.

Yu Zecheng closed his eyes and began to calculate. He had reached the high level of fetal breath, refined four acupoints, and reached the primary level of innate realm. He had refined nine acupoints in total. The next step was to reach the intermediate innate level. After careful calculation, It takes about sixteen acupoints. Now he has refined eleven of them and still needs to refine five more, but the ghost king has run out of supplies.

Thinking of this, Yu Zecheng rose up with his sword and flew to Aunt Jin. The old people were very surprised when they saw Yu Zecheng's arrival. Today is not the day to deliver food. Yu Zecheng saluted and asked:

"Uncles, my nephew has something to ask my uncle. Is there still a sealed Ghost King?"

Several old men looked at me and I looked at you. Uncle Wang among them replied:

"Those ten ghost king sealing talismans were captured by Brother Qinghe one hundred and fifty years ago for sword practice. A total of eighteen ghost kings were captured. Later, only eight were used. Brother Qinghe went to Langqi Mountain in Mobei You helped others with boxing, and later died in the hands of the first-line masters of the Leading Machine Sect. Your master and Ma Yu's eldest brother Fumeng and their sisters went to take revenge. They destroyed the Langqishan branch of the pulling sect and refined the first-line masters alive. However, Brother Ma Yu was also seriously injured. After returning, his cultivation was completely ruined, and he finally died on the mountain. "

Uncle Cui next to him said:

"Brother Qinghe is a good man. I was the one cleaning up Brother Qinghe's belongings. I found that there were still ten ghost kings left, so I put them in the Genius Dibao Pavilion."

Uncle Li said:

"Yes, if he were alive, he would never let Nan Tian sit here. He would definitely let Nan Tian join the ranks of the ninety-nine heaven monks. Senior Brother Gusong is too selfish, and Nan Tian is too soft-hearted."

Uncle Cui glared at him, glanced at Yu Zecheng and said:

"Why are you talking about this? If Nan Tian didn't become the peak master, you and I would be rotten to pieces now."

Uncle Li followed and shouted:

"Why don't you say, is it easy for Nantian? After this step-by-step cultivation, the couple hid and attacked Yuanying, planning to stay and fly together for eternity for thousands of years. Nantian has been delayed for many years because of this, and now he has reached the high-level realm of dragon and tiger. You say No loss at all.”

Suddenly several old men started to quarrel, saying something to each other. Yu Zecheng gradually understood that it turned out that the master's four existing brothers and the other three were all shirking their responsibilities and not being the master of the peak. They were looking for the cave to attack the Nascent Soul realm. The only way Master is guarding this peak here, so he has wasted a lot of time in cultivation.

It seems that the ghost king is gone, but Uncle Qinghe caught it himself. If he can do it, so can I, and I can do it myself. Yu Zecheng waited silently for a while. The old men could no longer argue and asked:

"Excuse me, uncles, where should I catch this Ghost King?"

Uncle Wang replied:

"When you go to Xuanyuan Hill, there is a forbidden area near Sun Yao Lake. It is called Ghost King Valley. It is actually a passage connecting the Netherworld. There are eighteen ghost kings guarding the border of the Netherworld. You can go there to catch them. You have the Xuanyuan Sword Seal on you, which is the soul-melting jade stone, and you can come and go freely when you get there."

Yu Zecheng nodded, thanked him, turned around and left. It seemed that this was the only way. He returned to his cave, planning to go there tomorrow to see what was going on there and whether he could capture the Ghost King.

The next day after sleeping, Yu Zecheng could not get up. Although he used the ghost king to refine his soul every time to increase the power of his soul, and then took supplementary pills such as calming pills, it seemed that he His soul was not injured. In fact, these eleven cuts caused huge invisible damage. After a good sleep, the damage slowly became apparent.

The next day, Yu Zecheng was in a trance, at a loss, confused, and confused. He spent the whole day like this. Fortunately, he still remembered to warm his soul and did not let yesterday's hard work go to waste.

It was the same on the third day. He was groggy. On the fifth day, Yu Ze became an old lunatic delivering food. Only then was Aunt Jin discovered that something was wrong. She hurriedly treated him, nourished his soul, and fed him. After taking the elixir for two full months, he suddenly came back to his senses. All the hidden injuries in his soul disappeared and he returned to normal.

I had been feeling groggy these days. When I woke up, I counted more than seventy days having passed. One month was left before the day when the souls would be cultivated. Yu Zecheng decided not to go to Xuanyuan Hill to look for the Ghost King, but to practice in the cave first. , wait until the soul is complete, and then go to Xuanyuan Hill to explore the Ghost King Valley.

In fact, there is another reason for this. In the outer sect of Xuanyuan Sword Sect, Gu Lun Qi Wen and Lei Bingyun are practicing there. Yu Zecheng will not go to see them until the soul is complete and his cultivation is improved, otherwise he will be close to his hometown. Cowardly, I feel a little embarrassed to face them, and I don’t know how they are doing now.

Just like that, another month later, the 100-day deadline finally arrived. Yu Zecheng came to the large trial field in the shadow world and shouted:

"Where is the purple ink dragon?"

Suddenly, clouds and mist rose above his head, and the cloud dragon stretched out its claws. A purple ink dragon in the clouds took shape in the air and rose into the sky. It soared in the air, free and unfettered. It was like a black flame flying in the air.

Purple ink scales covered the three-meter-long body. The dragon body was symmetrical and perfect, with an indescribable wild power.

The purple ink dragon danced in the air, making Yu Zecheng very happy. Because it was completely in tune with him, the black dragon made a sound, grabbed the giant tree in the trial field with its claws, and suddenly there was a loud noise, and the giant tree was immediately crushed. Then it pounced on the rocks, and the rocks splashed. The purple ink dragon swung its tail, and wherever it went, it was like a mountain treading on the sea, and a deep pit of one meter in size was immediately smashed on the ground.

The crushed trees and rocks slowly began to dry up, and then "whoosh" flames began to burn on them. The purple ink dragon casually grabbed, and the huge black flames penetrated into these materials. After a few breaths, even the rocks and sand began to burn.

The purple ink dragon let out a dragon cry, and the black flames around its claws were launched, turning into a line of fire, flying forward, hitting a rockery on one side of the trial field, and immediately the rockery began to burn violently. The whole rockery turned into lava and dissolved completely. This move is the black flame purple fire refining heart gang.

The purple ink dragon opened its mouth and sprayed wildly, spitting out purple ink flames from its mouth. This flame was like a ball of water mist, like smoke and fog, falling from the sky, as if covered by dark clouds, a hundred feet in radius, the vast land, all in it, no place was not covered by it, like a downpour of water, leaving no land untouched.

When the mist fell to the ground, the earth began to roll, bubbles began to bubble up, and the ground turned into a magma swamp. Within a hundred meters, everything became a magma world. This is Wuhuo Tianze Prison.

Yu Zecheng waved his hand, and the purple ink dragon disappeared. The trial field began to recover, and all the lava turned into nothingness. A group of spiritual thoughts flew into Yu Zecheng's brain. This was the trial field's summary and analysis of the purple ink dragon.

Among them, the purple ink dragon's grip, grip, impact force, wind speed, its own flame strength, attack range and other data all entered his brain. He knew the purple ink dragon very well.

The black flame purple fire refining heart gang just now, the purple ink dragon can only fire four times a day, which is actually the black flame circling under its four limbs. Wuhuo Tianze Prison can only spray once a day. If it continues to spray on the second day, the attack range will be reduced by half, and it will return to normal after three days.

But Yu Zecheng was not discouraged, because he roared, and suddenly eleven purple ink dragons appeared in the air. These eleven three-meter-long purple ink dragons danced with the wind. With them, Yu Zecheng dared to challenge any Qi training stage cultivator.

If he had dared to shout out the slogan of challenging all foundation-building disciples before, but seeing the power of Ye Han and Yizhu Jian, he dared not say this anymore. You should know that the Xuanyuan Sword Sect is only one of the sects that came to the sect. There are 107 sects that came to the sect with him. The world is so big that there are all kinds of wonders and countless masters. Even if he had thirty-six purple ink dragons, it would only take an incense stick of time to face Brother Yizhu. Then Brother Yizhu would probably start to decompose the dragon body and extract the dragon tendons, and would thank him for sending so many treasures.

Looking at these purple ink dragons, Yu Zecheng laughed three times, and "collected" them into his body. As soon as they entered the acupoints, their whole bodies were shocked. Under this stimulation, the blood gang true energy surged sharply, doubled continuously, and doubled in one breath before stopping.

Yu Zecheng absorbed the blood power, absorbed the energy into his Dantian, his whole body was crackling, his joints were crackling, and he silently calculated that as long as he could open five acupoints, he could reach the intermediate level of the innate. Now it depends on how fast he can catch the ghost king. If everything goes well, he can be promoted smoothly in four months.

Without further ado, Yu Zecheng immediately went to the courtyard to report to his third senior brother, who was also in seclusion and would not come out until about seven days later.

Yu Zecheng had no choice but to report the details to his fourth senior brother, who always sat under the grape trellis and did not move.

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