Chapter 208

Time is fast.

Two days passed in the twinkling of an eye.

In the room, Qi Yun frowned tightly and looked at the panel in front of him.

After the lucky draw column is "no draw".

Until today, the handwriting on the rear has changed again.

Become [extractable].

In other words, the frequency of the lucky draw has changed again for the second upgraded lucky draw panel.

Once every two days!

He took a deep breath and suddenly thought of a question.

Will this be the more late, the more outrageous the lottery frequency is.

Like once every ten days?

Once a half month?

He thinks there is a great possibility.

However, although the frequency has become higher, the things extracted are undoubtedly getting better and better.

Even once every ten days, he won't lose.

Qi Yun immediately pointed to the lottery column in front of him.

Buzz!

The jar in front of me rotated again, shook quickly, and sent out bursts of mysterious light.

Bang!

The jar exploded and glittered.

A finger sized, crystal clear mysterious crystal sword appeared in front of him.

At the same time, a mass of information rushed into my mind.

[the medium flying sword magic weapon from the cultivation world was refined by the strong in the early stage of the golden elixir. It is rare in the world. It is mysterious and has the power to avoid gods and ghosts]

[usage: inject Zhenyuan into the body, quench it with true fire, and repeat it three times to turn it into its own]

…

Countless information poured into Qi Yun's mind, which surprised him instantly.

"Magic weapon?"

He held the crystal sword in his hand.

Warm and mysterious, inch size, extremely exquisite.

The handle of the sword is covered with patterns, as if they were carefully carved.

It was the first time he had seen the magic weapon of the self-cultivation world.

In previous lives, I saw countless descriptions of flying sword in film and television dramas and novels. This time I really saw the real thing.

Just a few inches, but there is an unspeakable momentum, and it is extremely heavy in your hand, at least a hundred kilograms.

His fingers flicked and clanged.

With his 64 blood gas and purple thunder gloves, he bounced a few times, but his fingers were numb.

"The golden elixir was made by sacrificing and refining the strong in the early stage."

Qi Yun's eyes flickered.

Such a contrast, it seems that they are still far from it.

However, the method of use made him frown deeply.

What is Zhenyuan?

What is true fire?

There are vigorous Qi, true Qi, blood gas and energy in his body, but there is no true yuan and true fire.

"Can you use energy?"

His heart surged and injected the energy in his body into the flying sword.

The flying sword immediately emitted a faint light, and its appearance was like a milky white halo. It was mysterious.

But only so.

The flying sword did not rise from the ground, nor did it make him feel a sense of command like an arm.

He kept inputting energy until he lost all the energy, and he didn't see anything to command.

That is, energy can't.

Thinking of this, he poured his true Qi into it again.

After the Qi poured in, the surface of the flying sword shone again and began to tremble slightly.

With the continuous influx of true Qi, suddenly!

Buzz!

The flying sword trembled even more, which made him vaguely feel a mysterious feeling. It seemed to have some mysterious connection with the flying sword. He thought a little, controlled the flying sword and flew away.

However, just a few meters away, the bell fell to the ground again, and the previous mysterious connection dissipated again.

Qi Yun reveals his thoughts.

True Qi is not good, but it can be controlled a little.

Want real control, unless you can have hundreds of years of cultivation.

Sure enough, Zhenqi is still more than one level lower than Zhenyuan.

Next, he experimented with blood Qi and vigorous Qi again, but without exception, they all couldn't.

Qi Yun picked up the flying sword and played it in his hand. He couldn't help but be speechless.

I finally drew a powerful thing, but it's a pity that it can't be used.

Nothing gives him a headache more than this.

"The cultivation of truth skill, it seems that only if you win the cultivation of truth skill..."

Qi Yun muttered to himself.

This is tantamount to winning a nuclear weapon. Unfortunately, there is no button.

If he wants to use it, he must pull out another button.

The lottery panel was playing him from beginning to end.

This is the case before and after the upgrade.

"Shit."

Qi Yun scolded.

Suddenly, a thought came to his mind.

"Five elements body refining!"

In his mind, he began to quickly look for all the information about the five elements corpse refining technique.

This book is about the methods used by the strong in the cultivation world to refine the corpse. It mainly records all kinds of records about the five element Jedi and all kinds of secrets about refining the corpse.

However, he remembered that there seemed to be a Qi training method used to refine corpses.

Will this method be able to practice Zhenyuan?

Qi Yun quickly recalled all the contents about the five elements corpse refining technique in his mind, and his eyes gradually twinkled with light.

This Qi training method is not for people, but for corpses.

It is recorded above that after the five elements iron corpse is trained, it will have a sense of spiritual connection with the master. At this time, the master will pass the Qi training method to the iron corpse.

The iron corpse will form an internal circulation in the body and automatically guide the external essence.

However, it is not written on whether living people can practice this dharma.

Qi Yun fell into thinking and decided to try it after a while.

Corpses can be cultivated. Why can't living people.

There are more meridians in living people and more places to store essence and Qi.

With this in mind, he immediately began to operate according to this Qi practice.

There are bursts of sour and numb feeling in the body, which is somewhat similar to cultivating the muscle changing classic.

…

Magistrate Wang's residence.

A secluded courtyard constantly emits a stench. It is rendered everywhere, and half of the mansion stinks.

Outside the yard, the servants blocked their noses, carried toilets and ran one after another towards the yard.

A room deep in the courtyard made a continuous popping sound, and then splashed like the water of the Yellow River... A turbid yellow air rushed out.

In the room.

Zhao Heihong's face was sallow, thin and weak. He sat down on a toilet and felt as if he couldn't exert any strength.

It's the fourth day. He's still pulling. He hasn't heard of it for a moment.

He felt his intestines and internal organs pulling out.

Even if he is the awakened one, he can't stand it.

At the moment, the whole person becomes extremely thin. People are not human, ghosts are not ghosts, and it is extremely unbearable.

His body trembled, his stomach kept making a loud noise, and the newly changed toilet soon filled up again.

"Toilet, come on, change the toilet..."

Zhao Heihong cried hard.

A group of servants quickly carried the new toilet again and ran in.

Outside the yard.

The seven Youming sect leaders were completely shocked and looked at each other.

What the hell is going on?

This is seriously abnormal!

What is the cultivation of their vice leader Zhao?

The strength of the later stage of the month!

Even if you are poisoned by the strongest poison in the world, it can't be like this.

"This... This can't be cursed?"

A hall leader suddenly trembled.

If you keep pulling like this, you'll really die.

This may be the first deputy leader of Youming sect who died of diarrhea!