The green gourd's shadow was semi-transparent, and the blood ants seemed to be unable to feel Jiang Feng's profound pressure in it. Facing this unfamiliar closed environment, they waved their tentacles and kept crawling hard, trying to find the exit. Jiang Feng no longer hesitated and completely followed the instructions.
According to the record in the book, if two identical vermilion blood ants were thrown in one after another, there would be no obvious changes among the three blood ants in the green gourd.
Seven kinds of medicinal herbs were arranged in front of Jiang Feng one by one. These medicinal herbs were all commercially available. They were not old and of low value. The total price of one portion was only twenty first-level spiritual stones. He put the medicinal herbs into the green gourd one by one.
As the formula is recited, the green gourd gradually becomes hot, as if it is placed on a stove. Part of the medicinal power in the medicinal herbs is evaporated as the heat rises, and gathers in one place, entangled into a green-blue gourd.
The smoke was quickly absorbed by the three red blood ants. The edges of their bodies gradually showed signs of fuzzy melting, and their ferocity was aroused to the limit.
Regardless of the restrictions of the same kind, they began to bite each other, and the residual limbs, wings and carapace fragments continued to splash down. Different from the normal fight, some fragments seemed to have spirituality and quickly merged into the most advantageous individual among them, constantly
Annihilated and transformed, until only one blood ant with a strange shape remained. It looked around and swallowed the remaining remains and all the herb residues. Its body size increased by another 30%, and the short wings on its back became solid and thick as a result.
, compared to the previous blood ants, it seems to be able to sprint and glide over short distances.
The index finger flicked slightly, and a drop of blood essence was put into the green gourd. The blood ant swallowed the blood essence, and his eyes seemed to be slightly clearer. Jiang Feng dispersed the shadow of the green gourd. The blood ant shook his head and felt a little relieved.
Feeling the discomfort after leaving the gourd, he looked at Jiang Feng, but he did not rush forward as recklessly as before.
Originally, the blood ants were low-level monsters. With the help of the quick magic refining technique, the three blood ants were fused together and seemed to be close to the level of the weaker first-order monsters.
go!
Jiang Feng felt the spiritual connection that the blood ant had established with himself through the essence and blood, and ordered it to rush towards the hard rock wall. The blood ant obeyed the order and rushed forward regardless, grabbing the rock with its short forelimbs and biting it.
Go down.
Pity!
The result was average, not as powerful as expected. The stone wall was only bitten into fist-sized fragments. This kind of power is not enough to deal with ordinary spiritual monks! Moreover, except for the poisonous bite, it does not seem to have any skills.
But it doesn’t matter when you think about it. After all, the monster used to test the demon refining this time is the lowest-end existence. Fortunately, this monster is quite obedient. It is enough to attract the monk’s attention for a short time. Compared with taming the monster, this
This is a simple and quick method, but it is quite practical.
Visualizing the phantom of the cyan gourd consumes more spiritual energy than refining the monster. After resting for an hour, Jiang Feng used the quick demon refining technique again, refining six of the remaining seven blood ants into two new ones.
of blood ants.
Second generation blood ants!
This is the new name given to them by Jiang Feng. Looking at the three second-generation blood ants neatly arranged, Jiang Feng couldn't help but think about a question. Can these three second-generation blood ants be refined again and become a more powerful individual?
Woolen cloth?
With this thought in mind, he followed the law and caught three second-generation blood ants into the green gourd at the same time, and put in the last herb at the same time. With another fight, the bodies of the three blood ants were broken again, merged, and gradually
Gather into one individual with a larger body and longer wingspan.
go!
The third-generation blood ant was thrown out of the green gourd. This time, a drop of blood essence was saved as a mark. The blood ant, whose forelimbs became slightly thicker, launched an attack on the rock wall again!
The result was better than before, truly reaching the level of a first-order monster. Two fist-sized stones were bitten by its hard upper jaw and quickly cut into small pieces. Unfortunately, these three generations of blood ants still Without any skills, due to the fusion of three drops of Jiang Feng's essence and blood, Jiang Feng has a closer connection with it and can command more casually.
As the heart moves, the three generations of blood ants flap their wings and float in the air, sprinting left and right. It seems that they can barely tangle with a monk below the middle level of the spiritual level for a moment. As for the monk of the Xuan level, I am afraid that they can turn him into a corpse in a moment. Heaps of corpses. However, compared to the most primitive vermilion blood ants, the changes in these three generations of blood ants are already very significant. If there can be a real first-order monster, or even a second-order monster as the basis for quick refining, the effect will be It should be better, and it may even be possible to cultivate beings who can deal with Xuan-level monks, or even briefly confront Earth-level monks. This should be helpful to supplement the lack of one's own combat power.
As for using the lowest level of vermilion blood ants as a foundation, even if Jiang Feng tried his best, it would be difficult to cultivate a powerful being. The third generation of blood ants is only the first level. I am afraid it will take seven, eight, or even ten generations to cultivate a powerful being that can fight. Even Jiang Feng, who is rough at math, can feel the blood consumption and the huge amount of medicinal herbs. Mobile version::
When I have time, I must investigate where there is a community of low-level monsters that are ownerless and not taken seriously. Moreover, such monsters have no records of their transformation, and their capture and hunting are not restricted by the patriarchal laws of the Hokuriku.
In Stormrage Canyon, the only swarms of monsters that exist are the ring-tailed black ants from before. There are few other swarms that exist. Of course, you can also hunt monsters one by one, such as thunder lizards, or even directly from them. The trading company purchased them in batches, but since they were not as wealthy as Cai Qiuzhen, they naturally could not use this method. Moreover, according to what was said in "Quick Demon Refining Technique", the fusion of different types of monsters might fail.
After feeding the bewildered red blood ant to the third-generation blood ant that conveyed a sense of hunger, Jiang Feng put the synthetic monster obtained from the quick demon refining into the spirit beast bag, and instead focused on improving his cultivation. things come.
The sixth level of Xuan level!
This is Jiang Feng's current state of cultivation. He only needs to upgrade one more level before he can enter the ranks of high-level Xuan-level monks. However, the last time he was promoted from the fifth level of Xuan-level to the sixth level of Xuan-level, the spirit of the black snake was promoted from The disciple Jiang Zhiwen obtained mysterious energy from his body and fed it back to himself. But now, there is no such adventure.
The spirit of the black snake has not been restless recently. After having a lot of spiritual stones on hand, Jiang Feng has selected a "feeding array" with a general pain and medium consumption from the records of previous leaders to relieve the black snake spirit. The spirit of the snake devoured his own cultivation. Therefore, he was able to retain a little of his daily cultivation to prevent it from being completely absorbed by the other party.
The Black Snake Spirit had previously absorbed the mysterious aura that Yan Shujia had injected into his body, and had also swallowed a ferocious spirit from Mo Haishu, but there was no sign of being promoted to a higher level. In the test of the spirit beast egg, Jiang Feng had already found out. At this point, it has just become picky and has not yet undergone a qualitative change.
Heart-purifying talisman, soothing talisman, and cleansing talisman.
Just like using the phase separation technique, Jiang Feng already fell in love with this sense of ritual. He meditated in the dark stone room for six hours, getting rid of all the distracting thoughts in his heart, and letting the abundant and pure spiritual power cleanse every acupuncture point of his body until he felt
The body is light and seems to blend in with the surroundings.
Taking out the egg of the second-level "grass-eating bird", feeling the desire and desire of the black snake spirit, Jiang Feng gently cracked the egg shell open, revealing the thick and fishy egg liquid inside.
He raised his head and swallowed the juice contained in it, and felt a burst of heat in his belly. The black snake spirit swam and entrenched again, absorbing the essence of the monster egg. The only difference from the past was that it did not enter a deep sleep, but just maintained
Quiet.
It seems that if there is another chance to improve, it may need third-level monster eggs.
No longer caring about the black snake spirit that was temporarily harmless, Jiang Feng began to think carefully about the time he was preparing to enter the canyon. He set off from Dayi County and pretended to be a casual cultivator with Kuang Shucai, stumbling all the way to the ruins of the canyon, and then entered it to explore,
Fighting, survival, escape, counterattack, competition, cooperation, conjecture, verification, various images, light and shadow intertwined, constantly emerging in front of the eyes and in the mind, various experiences, different pasts, deep in the soul, in the Dharma, around the Dantian
, everywhere in the body, gradually settling, turning into strands of precious experience.
This is not enough.
The figure of Mo Haishu appears in the memory, and the pain of the ferocious spirit entering the body seems to be wandering around the body; Cai Qiuzhen's analysis and interpretation, the analysis that directly hits the soul, echoes in the ears; Yin Du's false illusions, the impact of the soul of unknown truth, seem to
Just yesterday, the simple and rough fighting at the Chu family's night banquet, and the watching and peeping of the prefecture-level monks were all in the memory, forming various deep imprints, and like the remaining snow melting under the warm wind, turning into bits and pieces of experience.
, silently merged into the sea of experience.
call!
Where is the road?
I am troubled by everything and overwhelmed with mundane tasks. What should I do?
What rules should I follow in all my actions to move forward?
Between the sect and me, which one is more important, which one comes first, which one comes last? Is it me for the sect, or is the sect for me?
All kinds of worries and questions steamed out from the sea of experience, turning into strands of binding threads, connecting all Jiang Feng's past memories piece by piece, and even piercing into the depths of memory, pulling out countless
The accumulated thoughts, for a time, in the entire sea of consciousness, everything flew, countless images and characters, covering the sky and the sun, confusing all consciousness.
There are enemies, there are friends, there are partners,
There are apprentices, lovers, and close friends,
There are passers-by, there are longings, there are old friends, there are the deceased,
There are high-ranking people who cannot be touched, there are mediocre mortals who bow their heads and remain silent, there are vague faces whose appearance is so sparse that even the details cannot be recalled, and there are also world-famous looks that make Jiang Feng's heart beat and he can't extricate himself.
He thought of Piao Tiexin, who had reached the prefectural level with the most important character of righteousness;
He thought of Yue Xishan who had taken the sword himself and refused to repent;
He thought of Chu Yiming, whose soul traveled through time and promised to help;
He thought of Wang Xiandao who changed his handwriting and was impressed by the design;
He thought of Mo Haishu, who made a two-year appointment to avenge his brother;
…
He thought of Zheng Keyi, who was meticulous in everything, gentle and considerate;
He thought of Yu Xiaoman, who had a cold face and a thousand plans to plot;
He thought of Qiu Zhenzhen, who lied and tried to kill but could not;
He thought of Xiao Mingzhen, who dared not touch and was brazen and unscrupulous;
He thought of Yan Shujia with short hair, round face, and disgusting eyes;
…
They all have a real dream-like connection with themselves, but Jiang Feng, who is in the core, cannot bear its weight and cannot breathe. He spins with the waves like a boat in a whirlpool, unable to discern the true meaning.
He cares too much!
His sorrow is too great!
His imagination is too complicated!
There are so many things that his sea of consciousness cannot support or bear. Who is the master and who is the auxiliary? Who is the key to this? Who am I? Where do I come from? Why am I torn, troubled, and confused by so many things?
, where am I going to lead?
Countless thoughts turned from dark to pale, then glowed with green light, then turned into blue as water, then steamed up, and instantly turned into hot red blood, and then were wrapped in inexplicable black mist, becoming unable to be crushed.
Distracted thoughts and lingering demons instantly filled his entire sea of consciousness, causing the spiritual power in his body to become chaotic and disorderly. Jiang Feng, who was in the heart of the whirlpool, could not feel this obvious
Mutation.
At this moment, Jiang Feng's storage bag floated gently, and the mark of his soul was washed away by an inexplicable overbearing force. A pumpkin-like gentian fruit flew out of it, and with a burst of white light, the pumpkin shattered.
It turned into fine dust, and a palm-sized black ancient treasure flew out from one glove.
It’s the Tower of Eternity!
The ancient treasure floated in front of Jiang Feng, stirring up layers of gray ripples. Jiang Feng, whose body had begun to stiffen, opened his chaotic and confused eyes. The ripples spread again, hitting the soul directly, crushing all the countless flying demons.
, turned into colorless droplets, falling into the sea of experience.
The sea of experience immediately became more full, plump, smooth, and waveless, with no more waves rising.
What's wrong with me?
Jiang Feng's thoughts became clear again, and his train of thought became clear again. By the way, I seemed to have gone crazy just now. I was thinking too much and it was too complicated. As a result, different desires were mixed together in one place, which was beyond the capacity of my own consciousness.
Just now, it was this ancient treasure, the Tower of Eternity, that saved me!
Looking at the Tower of Eternity still floating beside him, Jiang Feng soon came to a realization. He stretched out his right hand and gently touched the slowly rotating, dark shield with some cracks. He felt a slight chill, and his heart once again
be restored.
Although this ancient treasure has no active function, it prevented the owner from going crazy at the critical moment, and it was not discovered before.
call!
Taking advantage of the enlightenment of the Dao Heart, Jiang Feng took a deep breath, and the spiritual energy around him quickly became thinner. He would spend a third level to swallow several heavenly materials and earthly treasures that he had purchased in advance, and then sell them in Lizhou City.
Chu Anlan swallowed the "fat-melting elixir" he exchanged for, and felt the strong medicinal power and spirituality that suddenly burst out from it. Jiang Feng crushed dozens of second-level spiritual stones, and once again increased the concentration of spiritual energy around his body, using it as a sacrifice.
Make elixirs and spiritual materials into colorless streams and pour them into the sea of experience.
The sea of experience surged again, and the thoughts that had calmed down were once again scattered. However, with the suppression of the ancient treasure Tower of Eternity, these thoughts were arranged in an orderly manner, turning into chains that were tied together, extending into the void.
, seems to be connected to a deeper and farther inexplicable existence, and seems to be connected with fate.
A new idea gradually took over the mainstream, lingering in my mind.
Weave things into a chain, gather talents into a network, take advantage of the situation, and act according to the trend.
Yes, that's it. All the past and future, all friends and enemies, are in this chain, this network, which really affects me. In the process of forging ahead with my sect, I can only keep intersecting with them.
, join them, overcome all difficulties, and have a better future.
Go with the trend rather than going against it.
Got it! This is my direction, my elixir theory!
In the dark, the chain connected to the void, an invisible majestic energy was transmitted from it, directly hitting the soul, making the entire sea of experience boil completely.
The entire training ashram and the entire mountain peak were ringing and trembling because of this, as if the intersection between fate and reality had been broken. In the sea of consciousness, countless black silk threads that seemed to be entities were connected to the distant void.
, struggling to pull, trying to absorb, and attract the power of heaven.
At this moment, Jiang Feng felt the opportunity for promotion!