In the dantian, wisps of thunder and lightning bloomed.
The Thunder Hell seeds in the body expand and contract as if they are alive, as if they are breathing.
Mana is poured into the demon-slaying sword, and powerful aura flows.
Dharma sacrifice!
It means that mana must be continuously refined.
The stronger the mana, the faster the sacrifice.
It would take some time for Founder to perfect the top-quality magic weapon even if he is at the peak of eighth-level cultivation.
Mana is swallowed and deepened.
The powerful mana dragged up the Demon-Slaying Sword, and wisps of electric light bloomed from the Demon-Slaying Sword.
…
"become!"
The two hands made a seal, and the next second, the hanging demon-slaying sword suddenly let out a clear sword cry.
"choke!"
A breath of air swayed from the demon-slaying sword and swept out.
Invisible force rushed out of the room, and instantly, everyone else in Courtyard No. 10 felt a wave of sword energy.
“Shuashuashua!!!”
Several figures appeared, and the other newcomers looked at Fang Zheng's room.
The wave of sword energy just now really made their hearts tremble.
This is the second time this has happened.
The first time happened to Bahuang Yi.
"squeak--"
The door of a room in the courtyard opened, and Bahuang Yi walked out of the room.
He cast his gaze towards the room where Fang Zheng was, his eyes glowing with a glint.
Several other people also came to their senses and glanced sideways at Bahuang Yi not far away.
Last time, Bahuang Yi also made a big noise.
The same thing happened to the refining demon-slaying sword.
"Brother Yi, it seems that Fang Zheng is no less good than you!" Xu Dongfeng appeared beside Bahuang Yi at some unknown time and looked at Fang Zheng's room and said.
Bahuang Yi's expression remained unchanged, always looking aloof.
He just glanced at him without saying a word, then turned around and entered the room.
Xu Dongfeng wanted to follow him in, but the door was pushed by magic power and closed directly before Xu Dongfeng could step in.
Xu Dongfeng: "..."
Touching his nose angrily, Xu Dongfeng turned around and came to Fangzheng's door again.
Seeing this, the other newcomers left and went back to their rooms.
The fluctuations disappeared and they had nothing to see.
But it added to the psychological pressure.
Among the newcomers in the same batch, not to mention other houses, there were two outstanding people in the No. 10 house, which made me feel a lot of pressure.
"Forget it, I'd better not bother you."
After standing at the door for a while, Xu Dongfeng gave up the idea of knocking on the door, turned around, and returned to his room.
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inside the house.
Fang Zheng holds a sword in one hand.
After practicing for an hour, he finally succeeded in performing the Demon-Slaying Sword Art Sacrifice!
With a slight movement, the sword light came out.
It was not easy to test the power in the room, so Fang Zheng could only do a simple test.
"Festival!"
With a slight movement of his fingers, the demon-slaying sword in his hand quickly shot out, hovered in the air, and landed in his hand again.
"good!"
Fang Zheng nodded. It was his first time to use a magic weapon, and it felt very good.
After the ritual sacrifice, the Demon-Slaying Sword is his magical weapon. Even if someone else takes it away, his seal must be erased before he can use it.
There are two effects of sacrificing and not sacrificing.
Only after the Dharma sacrifice can one hundred percent of its power be exerted.
His eyes fell on the demon-slaying sword, and the font appeared in his eyes.
[Devil-Slaying Sword, its power is not bad. If it is successfully refined, its power will be increased by 50%. The current compatibility is 82%. When the compatibility reaches 100%, it will be able to exert its strongest form, and the human sword will become one. ...]
Fang Zheng's eyes brightened slightly after seeing the insight.
This time there seems to be a different change.
Can you even discern the suitability of the magic weapon?
Could it be that his abilities are growing?
Looking at the font information, Fang Zheng came back to his senses.
"One hundred percent compatibility can be cultivated into the body..."
"Is there still such an operation?"
Fang Zheng was stunned for a moment.
Putting the magic weapon into the body and nourishing it can make the power of the magic weapon more powerful.
but……
The requirements for the magic weapon to be nourished into the body are different.
Spiritual weapons are the lowest threshold.
No matter how powerful the best magic weapon is, it cannot be absorbed into the body and nourished.
Only magic weapons of spiritual quality can be kept in the body and nourished.
Magical weapons are not even of the highest quality.
The font can be displayed, and the 100% fit can allow the magic weapon to be absorbed into the body.
Is there still such an operation?
Looking at the demon-slaying sword in his hand, Fang Zheng fell into deep thought.
To enhance the fit, you need to use it more.
After the ritual was successful, his degree of compatibility was only 82%, leaving 18% to achieve a perfect fit.
Perfect fit!
Can exert power beyond itself.
"It seems that I will use the sword more in the future..."
Fang Zheng looked at the demon-slaying sword in his hand and touched it gently.
"Buzz~"
As if sensing something, the Demon-Slaying Sword made a sword cry.
——
Putting down the demon-slaying sword, Fang Zheng continued to practice.
It would be best if you could refine the Kirin True Blood in advance.
The more you refine it, the faster your strength will improve.
This is his biggest advantage currently.
"I wonder if Qilin's true blood can allow the Thunder Prison Sutra to advance to its second form..."
Fang Zheng felt a little uneasy.
Thunder Hell Seed!
This is the initial form of the Thunder Prison Sutra.
It is also the first form.
If he successfully cultivates the second form, his strength will definitely show explosive growth and improvement.
Thunder Hell Seed is just an introduction.
The second form is the real entry into the palace.
…
Abandoning distracting thoughts, Fang Zheng accelerated the chapter of the Thunder Prison Sutra and began to practice in depth.
The True Scripture of Thunder Prison, the Ancient Method of True Immortal.
Normally, even if you don't practice deliberately, your mana will automatically increase. Practicing consciously is equivalent to improving all day long.
The more you practice deliberately, the faster you will naturally improve.
But now it’s just entry level.
The power of the Thunder Prison Sutra has not been revealed yet.
If he cultivates into the second form, his speed will be greatly improved.
The magic power circulates in the body with the force of heaven and earth.
One day a week, one cycle!
The more advanced the magic formula, the stronger the power it creates.
Little Zhoutian, Big Zhoutian!
The two kinds of Zhoutian trends are different.
The ordinary basic cultivation method is the trend of thirty-six small Zhoutian, and the thirty-six small Zhoutian are transformed into one big Zhoutian.
A more advanced cultivation method is the forty-eight small Zhoutian.
The one who is even stronger is Sixty-Four Little Zhoutian.
The Thunder Prison Sutra that Fang Zheng practiced lasted a full three hundred and sixty small weeks.
It is ten times that of ordinary magic formula.
A ten-fold difference may not sound very big.
But it is extremely difficult to cultivate the magic formula to rise to a small level. The difference is ten times, and the gap increases geometrically.
The difference between the sky and the sky can be specifically reflected in the mana throughput and absorption.
The stronger the power of the surrounding sky, the more powerful the spiritual energy of heaven and earth absorbed.
Although he has never practiced any other powerful cultivation techniques, he still has a strong idea in his heart.
The power of the Thunder Prison Sutra is self-evident.
And this is only the first form.
After cultivating the second form, the difference is even more terrifying.
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"Bang bang!!"
While Fang Zheng continued to refine the power of Qilin's true blood, there was a knock on the door.
Fang Zheng quickly exited the deep cultivation state, and a flash of lightning flashed across his eyes.
Exhaling a breath, Fang Zheng stood up and came to the door.
Opening the door, Xu Dongfeng was standing at the door.
"Brother Xu, is there something wrong?"
Fang Zheng looked at Xu Dongfeng and asked.
"Fang Zheng, stop practicing. Come on, let's go out and play?" Xu Dongfeng said while looking at Fang Zheng.
"It's getting late, is it okay to go out so late?" Fang Zheng looked at the dark night and asked.
Xu Dongfeng: "Of course, I went out the day before yesterday. It's not as strict as I thought. As long as I train on time, Supervisor Tiansi's rules are still very relaxed."
"Forget it, we have to train tomorrow." Fang Zheng shook his head.
"Let's all go and listen to music. Let's relax and don't practice all the time." Xu Dongfeng said again.
"Both go?"
Fang Zheng hesitated for a while, looked at Xu Dongfeng, and said, "Is Bahuang Yi going too?"
"Yeah. He's going too!"
Xu Dongfeng nodded.
"Okay, I'll go." Fang Zheng nodded without hesitation.