Looking at the ashes in front of him, Fang Zheng's mood surged.
"It's okay, it's normal to fail the first time..."
Taking a deep breath, adjusting his mentality, Fang Zheng took out the talisman paper again, activated his magic power, and began to write for the second time.
Mana gathers at the fingertips, and a faint light blooms.
After a moment, the Black God's spell took shape again.
As the last step fell, Fang Zheng's heart beat violently.
"Chi——"
Red light rose from the spell again, and the next second, the Black God's spell in his hand burned again and turned into ashes.
Fang Zheng: "..."
"how so?"
Seeing the second talisman turn into ashes, Fang Zheng felt bad.
The spell is fine.
The steps are also correct.
Why did it fail?
Is it because of my own magic power?
Frowning, looking at the gray scene in front of him, Fang Zheng thought about the steps he had just taken.
What went wrong?
Lower your head and think.
The dim candlelight shone on Fang Zheng's face.
After thinking about the steps just now, Fang Zheng still couldn't find what went wrong.
The method is right.
But it just wasn't successful.
"continue."
After adjusting his mentality and calming down the fluctuations in mana, Fang Zheng took out the talisman paper again and began to write.
…
Yongdu, Tianlao.
The third level of prison in No. B.
On the straw mat, Wei Zhongxian suddenly opened his eyes.
"Why do you have a bad feeling?"
The two boys opened their doors instantly, and Wei Zhongxian stood up immediately, looking outside the cell, his brows knitting together.
"There has been no movement for so long. What on earth is this kid doing?"
Walking around in the cell, Wei Zhongxian's brows twisted into knots.
"Maybe there are still suspicions..."
His mind was spinning, and after thinking for a while, Wei Zhongxian sat down again.
Close your eyes and continue to rest.
…
Starry night in the sky.
A bright moon hangs in the sky.
Shining on the land of Yongdu.
"grass!"
In the room, Fang Zheng was furious.
There was already a lot of ashes in front of him.
All the raw materials in the stone jar were used up, but it still failed.
Every time, it fails just when the last step is about to succeed.
It hurt his heart again and again.
Looking at the ashes in front of him, the veins on Fangzheng's forehead bulged.
Continuously making spells, his mana has been exhausted.
But he still didn't succeed with the first Black God Spell.
I changed the steps several times but still failed.
If the Black God's spell fails, then he can't even think about refining the true blood of Qilin. Wei Zhongxian's soul consciousness is definitely not something he can resist.
A skinny camel is bigger than a horse.
What kind of cultivation is Wei Zhongxian?
Being able to seize the body with the soul is at least above the sixth level of refining the spirit, or even the fifth level of the realm of the unity of heaven and man.
He took out the bottle and looked at the glowing Kirin True Blood inside.
Riot's mood seems to be getting better.
Take the last portion of the raw materials, pour them squarely into the stone jar, and mash them again with a stone pestle.
Following the same steps, when all the materials turned into powder, Fang Zheng was about to cut his finger to bleed, but suddenly stopped.
"wrong!"
"All steps are fine, could it be a problem with my blood?"
"Ordinary blood is not as effective as making spells. Would it be better to use essence blood?"
Looking at the powder in the stone jar, several thoughts flashed through Fang Zheng's mind.
The tips didn't say anything about using blood essence.
But it has failed before.
The steps are okay, the raw materials are okay, there is only one thing left.
Blood!
The Black God's Spell.
Blood is also one of the materials.
All other materials are correct.
Then it is his blood.
There's something wrong with blood.
Ordinary blood cannot meet the requirements, perhaps because his cultivation level is too low.
The early stage of ninth grade refining.
The blood in the body may be worse.
After all, he is almost always in prison, and the evil spirits of prison have a certain corrosive effect on the body.
The body cannot be said to be strong, and is even a bit weak.
This may be the key.
"Try it with blood essence!"
The more he thought about it, the more he thought it was possible. Fang Zheng regained his confidence, cut his finger with the blade, and used his magic power to force out the blood and essence in his body.
Essence and blood!
The foundation of human beings.
Ordinary blood and essence blood are not on the same level.
Most people have very little blood and essence in their bodies.
When you step into the cultivation of immortality and refine your essence at the ninth level, your essence and blood will increase.
This increase needs to be viewed from all aspects.
Food, housing, how to practice, and other related factors.
For example, what do the children of the big family in Yongdu eat?
Heaven and earth ginseng and various elixirs are used to nourish the body and build a strong Taoist foundation.
Refining essence is the first step in cultivating immortality.
It is also an important foundational step towards the path of immortality.
This realm is also the foundation for casting the Tao.
If your foundation is unstable, it will be difficult for you to achieve great success.
Of course, if there is any powerful divine object, it can be improved the day after tomorrow, but that kind of divine object is not something ordinary people can hope for.
Even if there is one on the market, the price is prohibitive.
For the sake of Kirin's true blood, Fang Zheng was willing to use his own essence and blood to make a talisman.
Give up the small and be big!
Cultivation of immortality is essentially a game between heaven and earth.
Life is also a game.
The blood fell into the stone jar, and on his fingertips, a particularly bright drop of blood was forced into the stone jar.
A drop of blood dripped down, and Fang Zheng's face turned a little pale.
"Come more."
After a drop of blood essence was added, Fang Zheng was afraid that it was still not enough, so he might as well have a little more.
If he fails, he will really lose his wife and lose his troops.
Keep dripping in.
One drop.
Two drops.
…
Under the candlelight, Fang Zheng's face became extremely pale.
As white as death.
Most of the blood and essence in the body was forced out.
The vitality is severely damaged.
His face was as pale as paper.
If he didn't still have a little bit of cultivation, which could nourish more essence and blood, he might have fallen down.
"about there!"
After mobilizing the few mana to heal the wound, Fang Zheng stopped dripping.
No more dripping. If it drips again, he will die.
As the wounds healed, a feeling of weakness and weakness swept through my body.
Essence and blood are the foundation of the body.
After consuming more than half of it at once, Fang Zheng felt a little dizzy.
Stir it well until it is completely mixed with the powder.
Fang Zheng did not start making talismans immediately.
The mana has not been recovered yet, and a lot of energy and energy have been consumed. He must recover.
…
Dawn breaks.
Light rises from the sky.
Fang Zheng opened his eyes quietly, but his face was still so pale.
When he was ready, he couldn't hold it any longer and lay down to rest.
Once you have a rest, it's a night.
"call……"
After exhaling a breath, Fang Zheng stood up weakly.
When I got out of bed, my body was shaking, my steps were too weak, and my body was hollowed out.
It feels the same as being completely squeezed dry.
After drinking some water, he felt better. He looked at the fusion powder in the stone jar. Before taking a rest, Fang Zheng used his last mana protection to preserve its effects.
"Please take a day off."
After looking at the sky outside, Fang Zheng got dressed and left home.
It took him two sticks of incense to reach the prison.
It’s time to order some mao too.
"I'll go, Fang Zheng, what's wrong with you?"
Several fellow jailers were startled when they saw Fang Zheng, who was as pale as paper.
"It's okay. I'm a little weak. I'll just take care of myself." Fang Zheng said weakly.
A jailer stepped forward and looked at Fang Zheng with doubtful eyes: "Weren't you fine when the shift ended yesterday?"
"Oh, I understand. Did you go to Chunfeng Tower?"
Fang Zheng: "...No, I don't."
"Then he must have gone to Yihongyuan."
"..."
Several fellow jailers suddenly understood.
An elderly jailer stepped forward and looked at Fang Zheng:
"Fangzheng, although you are young, you still need to know how to control yourself. Your body will not be able to withstand this."
Fang Zheng: "..."
"Fangzheng, looking at you like this, you are already seriously overdrafted!"
Fang Zheng: "..."
"The taste of food is the marrow. Young people are trying it for the first time. I understand, but you also made it too powerful."
…
As he listened to several jailors talking harshly to each other, Fang Zheng had a black line on his forehead.