In an instant, the spiritual power value on the panel decreased by eight points.
At the same time, the patterns on the surface of the small dish lit up again, and countless white lights once again enveloped the yellow beads in the concave nests.
As the small disc continued to deduce, the patterns on the surface of the small disc kept shining.
Not long after.
The white light slowly dissipated, and the yellow beads in the concave nest appeared.
He found that this yellow bead was a little different from before. The original text was all inside the bead, but the text on this yellow bead wrapped the bead, as if the text overflowed.
After he glanced at the yellow bead, without hesitation, the three-colored little man transformed from his soul gently clicked on the "Earth Escape Technique" again.
But this time, Cheng Buzheng discovered that the patterns on the surface of the small dish did not light up. At the same time, he also sensed something strange about the small dish.
The Master of the Jade Discs in the Heavens: Cheng Bu Zheng
Realm: Second level of Qi training
Kung Fu: First-level mid-level (high-quality) Red Fire Technique (perfection)
Cheng Buzheng found that there was nothing abnormal about the panel. At this time, a piece of information was emitted from the small disc.
After checking it, he understood that this was already the ultimate power of a first-level spell, and after further deduction, it would evolve into a mid-level first-level spell.
After he stopped thinking about continuing the deduction, he glanced at the panel and saw that there were too many words and it was a bit complicated.
With a thought, a slight change occurred on the panel.
The Master of the Jade Discs in the Heavens: Cheng Bu Zheng
Realm: Second level of Qi training
First-level skill: middle-grade (high-quality) Red Fire Technique
The changed panel looked much cleaner, and then he stopped paying attention to the panel and focused on the yellow beads in the concave nest.
Cheng Buqing thought, and a yellow bead wrapped with words appeared in his hand.
He didn't hesitate, raised his hand, opened his mouth, and swallowed, all in one breath.
Suddenly.
Countless yellow words wrapped up his soul. Cheng Buzheng, who was in the process of understanding, seemed to have returned to the vast white world, and countless experiences merged with him.
In that vast white world, he kept practicing the Earth Escape Technique, slowly digesting the experience in his mind bit by bit. He didn't know how long it took.
Maybe it was an instant, maybe it was ten thousand years, he finally practiced this spell to perfection.
After deducing the Earth Escape Technique, not only did his escape speed increase by ten times, but his concealment ability was also greatly enhanced, making it impossible for the monks to detect him in the early stage of Qi training.
According to his estimation, only monks in the middle stage of qi training who have practiced the first-level middle-grade pupil technique can possibly discover him, and this middle-grade pupil technique must be practiced to at least the level of Dacheng, and the quality of the spell must be at least high-quality.
As for the monks in the later stage of Qi training, they should practice at least one detection-type pupil technique.
After all, the functions of pupil technique are all kinds of strange and strange.
Cheng Buzhu saw that the Earth Escape Technique had reached its current limit, and then focused on the last spell. It would be a waste to put the spiritual power there, and his own strength was his biggest reliance.
My mind moved.
All the memories about "Amethyst" surged, and he immediately took out the entire memory of "Amethyst" and condensed it into the shape of a seed.
Then, put it directly into the concave nest in the center of the small dish. The little man transformed from the three-colored soul stretched out his index finger and lightly touched the "Amethyst Cut" technique.
In an instant, the spiritual power value on the panel decreased by four points.
At the same time, the patterns on the surface of the small dish lit up slightly, and countless white lights wrapped around the seeds in the concave nest.
At this moment, the seeds are like eggs, emitting white light. As the saucer performs the deduction, the patterns on the surface of the saucer continue to shine.
Lean less.
The white light slowly faded, and finally formed a purple bead.
After Cheng Buzheng glanced at the purple bead, without any delay, the little man transformed from the three-color soul stretched out his index finger and lightly touched the "Amethyst Zhuo" again.
In an instant.
On the panel suspended above the small dish, the spiritual power value was reduced by eight points again. At the same time, the lines on the surface of the small dish lit up slightly again, with countless white lights twining around the purple beads.
As the small disc continued to deduce, the patterns on the surface of the small disc kept shining.
in a blink.
The white light glowing on the surface of the small dish slowly extinguished, but the purple beads were very different from before. They were the same as the earth escape technique that had reached the ultimate level of the first-level low-grade.
The difference is that one has yellow @ colored # text and the other has purple text.
Cheng Buzheng guessed, "This... is very likely... the ultimate symbol of magic at every stage!"
After taking one look at it, he swallowed it directly.
Suddenly.
Countless purple words wrap the three-color soul, and the three-color color of the soul can no longer be seen, only a hazy purple patch.
As he understood, the purple text on the soul gradually decreased, and the three colors gradually leaked out.
Not long after.
There is no purple text on the three-color soul, indicating that Cheng Buzheng has understood this spell to perfection.
Sensing the change in the panel, the villain transformed from the soul of the three colors came to the panel.
The Master of the Jade Discs in the Heavens: Cheng Bu Zheng
Realm: Second level of Qi training
First-level skill: middle-grade (high-quality) Red Fire Technique
Cheng Buzheng had already mastered the two spells to their current extreme, and didn't care at all. He only had ten points of spiritual power left.
In the spirit stone mine, is he still worried that his spiritual power is not enough?
However, although Amethyst Zhuo has understood it to the extreme, he still needs enough spiritual materials to fully unleash the power of this spell.
However, the amethyst crystal that was condensed in the past still needs to be refined again.
When he thought of this, he immediately started to move.
Cheng Bu Zheng mobilized the mana, and Xiaozhuo grew bigger and bigger, exceeding the size of a millstone, but he still did not stop the mana flow.
He didn't stop transmitting mana until Xiaozhuo became as big as one foot in diameter.
The amethyst stone with a radius of one foot covered almost half of the space above the secret room, and even he felt a little depressed.
It is enough to see the deterrent power of this technique.
He knew that this was the limit of Amethyst Zhuo. After all, the spirit pattern was the core of this technique. The size of one foot was just right, but it was not beautiful when it was large, destroying the overall coordination, and the power was not as good as before.
The appearance of the small cutter is still the same as before, with a round inner ring and a round outer ring. On the outer ring of the small cutter, there are nine circles of right-angled triangle-shaped blades shaped like the dorsal fin of a fish.
at this time.
The amethyst-cut outer ring is like a fish's dorsal fin blade, each blade is the size of a grindstone, and the amethyst-cut outer ring is covered with ninety-nine...eighty-one blades, it looks like
Full of murderous intent and extremely terrifying.
now.
Amethyst is shaped by mana. Although it looks full of murderous intent, it is not formed after all. It looks a bit illusory and has no power at all.
Then Cheng Bu Zheng's consciousness moved slightly, and countless strands of consciousness spread out, swimming like fish in the amethyst, each swimming in the predetermined direction, as if everything happened naturally.