Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Chapter 137 Blood Alchemy Essence

"Zizzizi!!!"

Along with the harsh thunder.

Yang Gan stared at a certain part of the "Blood Thread Formation" and smiled inexplicably. A purple thunderball was formed in the palm of his right hand in an instant, which was the size of a head, and it was beating sharply. Thor descends.

Magic Breaking Technique - Palm Thunder!

The dove-faced old man and other monks in the foundation-building stage of the Demon Path suddenly changed their expressions and became extremely frightened.

"Not good! This old monster in the alchemy stage turned out to be Lei Fa!"

Yang Gan turned a deaf ear, grinned, and threw the "Palm Thunder" in his hand violently. Under the horrified gazes of the dove-faced old man and others, he reached the blood-colored light curtain of the "Blood Array" in an instant.

Rumbling--

A deafening explosion came out, and the thunder in the palm suddenly broke a hole with a radius of five or six feet. The lingering purple lightning continued continuously, quickly spreading towards the entire "blood formation", and the formation could no longer be maintained. Living.

"Split up and run!" The dove-faced old man, who had been stunned for a long time, had already decided to retreat when he saw Yang Qian using the thunder method. At this moment, seeing that the formation was damaged, he retreated to the rear of the formation in advance, and suddenly screamed out of fear. Make a sound.

Immediately, black light flickered all over the old man's body with a dove face, and more than ten pieces of various magic tools and talismans with faint light gushed out from it, and threw them in the direction of Yang Gan, begging to be able to resist for a moment, and then stepped on a weird Immediately above the copper coin magic weapon, it turned into a ball of penetrating black light and flew away in the air, even ignoring all the magic weapons of his own!

Seeing this, the remaining Foundation Establishment cultivators also took a breath of cold air and released their magical weapons, talismans, and spiritual beasts one after another, intending to block it for a moment so that they could escape safely. Then they released flying magical weapons and dispersed in a rush. People were running for their lives, but the direction was completely different.

Obviously it was the intention to make Yang Qian tired of coping.

As for the dozens of disciples in the Qi refining period, most of them were shocked to death by the aftermath of Yang Gan's "Lightning in the Palm" just now. He was even so scared that he stood still.

Yang Gan in Ziyun flashed his figure, and he had already come to a male cultivator in the foundation building period. With his left hand, it seemed as if a layer of paper had been torn apart. He saw his body-protecting aura as nothing, and pierced through the demon with his claws. A man's chest.

At the same time, with his right hand, the crystalline lightning as thin as a filament instantly penetrated the forehead of another foundation-building demon cultivator. The other person immediately turned over and fell from the air.

Taking photos of the storage bags of the other two, Yang Gan put them away without looking at them, watching the backs of these Hehuanzong and Ghost Spirit Sect fleeing in all directions, a chill appeared in the corner of his mouth.

Yang Gan flicked the cuffs of his large black brocade robe, and three short pink flying knives were thrown out.

It's the Sanming Blade!
With a quick turn, the three flying knives scattered and each chased a Foundation Establishment stage demon cultivator. The speed of lightning and flint shocked the three demon cultivators who looked back while escaping. The soul flies into the sky.

Then Yang Gan patted the spirit beast bag on his waist, and a strange black light flew out of the bag, turning into a ferocious monster with a height of Zhang Xu. , it is still easy to deal with the frightened monks in the early stage of foundation building.

Buzz!

The two giant wings of the golden-backed demon mantis fluttered and flickered, its ferocious head turned slightly, and it shot out all of a sudden. Judging from its direction, it was exactly where one of the female cultivators who was in the early stages of establishing the foundation of the Acacia Sect escaped.

Yang Gan stepped into the void and disappeared in a burst of purple light, chasing straight towards the dove-faced old man with the highest level of cultivation.

The few Qi Refining stage demon cultivators below had never seen a battle of this level before. Seeing that even the usually extremely rampant Foundation Establishment stage deacons were instantly killed, they were so frightened that their legs became weak and they were at a loss.

In almost an instant, Yang Gan caught up with the dove-faced old man who escaped first. Given the huge strength gap between the two sides, this demon foundation-builder had no chance of turning the tables.

Even, the dove-faced old man used up almost all his trump cards in the "Blood Formation" as early as in order to get a chance to escape. At this moment, he had no other means, and his body was broken by a purple thunder from Yang Gan. , and then grabbed the black primordial spirit.

Regardless of the other party's begging for mercy, Yang Qian coldly performed the soul-searching technique.

After a few breaths, Yang Qian revealed a contemplative look on his face, and without hesitation crushed the soul of the old man with a dove face, sending him to reincarnation.

"The spirit stone mine where the teleportation array is located is really occupied by the ghost spirit gate. Fortunately, there are no alchemy monks guarding it at ordinary times." part of the information.

With his eyes moving, Yang Gan raised his hand to pick up a black storage bag floating in the air before he could explore it.

Immediately, there was a monster breath from behind.

There was a smile on Yang Gan's face. He turned around and saw that it was the golden-backed monster mantis and the three dark blades. On the golden-backed monster mantis's two sharp boring knives with cold light, there were also several demonic paths hooked on them. Disciple's storage bag.

Yang Gan released his consciousness and poured it into many storage bags at once. He couldn't help but be disappointed. The best things are just a few top-level magic tools, which are of no use to him now. As for the Lingshi Not much.

'These low-level disciples are probably exploited by the high-level monks from Hehuan Sect and Ghost Spirit Sect. Yang Qian complained silently in his heart.

"what?!"

Suddenly, when Yang Gan found the storage bag of the last dove-faced old man, he suddenly let out a light sigh.

Stretching out his hand to take a picture, he took out an irregular golden stone gleaming with faint, slender bloodshots from the ordinary black bag, about half the size of a palm, shining brightly.

"This is." Yang Qian took a closer look, and suddenly squeezed his fingers, and this strange stone was not deformed at all.

"Blood alchemist!"

Yang Qian murmured in surprise. Several lightning bolts suddenly condensed in his palm and struck the golden stone, making a dull "rumbling" sound.

"Sure enough, it's really a blood alchemy essence. Although it's a little small, it's enough to assist in the refining of a magic weapon."

Touching the "Blood Alchemy Essence" in his hand, Yang Qian was very excited.

Blood Alchemy Essence is condensed from the rare magic weapon refining material "Golden Essence Stone". It needs to be soaked in the blood essence of monks day and night, and it can be refined and extracted after decades of counting. A piece of "Golden Essence Stone" the size of a skull ", at most, a fist-sized "Blood Alchemy Essence" can be tempered, which can be described as "steel after a hundred refinements".

The piece of "Blood Alchemy Essence" in Yang Gan's hand has gone through many years of tempering. The golden surface shows the slender blood threads, and it has been completely formed.

(End of this chapter)