One day, Lu Xiaotian sat cross-legged on a futon in the cave residence. The spiritual power in his body and the Righteous Blood Force in his body surged like a tide, passing through his meridians, muscles, and bones.
Lu Xiaotian didn't even need to use his Divine Sense to sense carefully. He could feel that the Righteous Blood Force and spiritual power were far more active than before.
Drip! Finally, under the extreme condensation of the spiritual power, it condensed into a drop of crystal clear water droplet and fell into the dantian. However, the turbulent Righteous Blood Force in his body didn't succeed in condensing. It scattered with a bang and hid in the body again.
In the dantian, the Nascent Soul, which was the same as Lu Xiaotian, stretched out its palm and held the blood-red droplet in its palm with a somewhat excited expression on its face. With a flick of its finger, a dense blood-red mist appeared around the droplet. The droplet circled around the body, and the Nascent Soul opened its mouth and swallowed it into its stomach.
After a long time, Lu Xiaotian held his chin with a thoughtful expression on his face.
"It seems that the 'Ten Cycles of Yuan Integration Technique' is not useful for body cultivators." After a while, Lu Xiaotian came to this conclusion. The blood-red droplet was the Blood Dissolving Bead condensed by cultivating the 'Ten Cycles of Yuan Integration Technique' during his continuous battle with Xiang Kuo. The Blood Dissolving Bead could hold spiritual power. At present, one Blood Dissolving Bead was enough to hold one level of his spiritual power. If he condensed ten Blood Dissolving Beads, his spiritual power capacity would be doubled.
At the beginning of cultivating this technique, Lu Xiaotian wanted to condense spiritual power and the Righteous Blood Force at the same time. However, half of the success and half of the failure. Perhaps the person who created this technique didn't expect that there would be a person who cultivated both body and energy at the same time.
"In any case, the initial results of the 'Ten Cycles of Yuan Integration Technique' are not bad, but the progress is not so fast." Lu Xiaotian smiled indifferently, took a breath, got up and walked slowly. In a flash, he had already arrived outside the cave residence.
"Xiang Kuo isn't here?" As usual, Lu Xiaotian came to Xiang Kuo's training area and wanted to fight with Xiang Kuo again. After all, cultivating the Ten Revolving Origin Art required constant battles. It was not something that could be honed through seclusion. However, what surprised Lu Xiaotian was that Xiang Kuo, who had hardly gone out in the past one and a half years, was nowhere to be seen.
"There's a voice transmission talisman." Lu Xiaotian scanned his surroundings and saw a spirit talisman flying towards him. He extended his finger and tapped the air, causing the spirit talisman to dissipate. "Old Brother Dongfang, I had some matters to attend to. Seeing that you were cultivating, I didn't want to disturb you. In the wine jar you gave me, there is a Hell Medallion. With it, I can enter and exit the Black Prison. Wait for me to take care of these trivial matters, then come back and fight again! "
The voice suddenly stopped and the talisman turned into nothingness.
"Hell Writ?" Lu Xiaotian reached out and waved his hand. It was a wine jar. He collected the wine jar and sure enough, there was a brown medallion inside. It seemed that Xiang Kuo had been out for a few days. Seeing that he was cultivating, he did not disturb him. However, he did not know when Xiang Kuo would come back. In the past two years, Lu Xiaotian did not stay in the Black Prison all the time. During this time, he went out several times. Luo Qian and Qiao Lan had completely recovered from their injuries with the sufficient supply of medicinal pills. With the two of them guarding him, Lu Xiaotian refined the bluestone. After all, in the Xiang country, Lu Xiaotian trusted Luo Qian and Qiao Lan the most. As for Huya, he also trusted her. However, her strength was after all a bit weaker, so Lu Xiaotian was still a bit worried.
"Since I have nothing to do, I'll go take a look at Tie Lin." After Lu Xiaotian put away the Hell Writ, he pondered for a moment. His figure moved slightly, and he shot into the distance. In a few breaths of time, he came outside a mound and disappeared into the gloomy passage.
"You're here." At this time, Han Lin, who was trapped in the prison, was the eleventh-level ghost cultivator that Lu Xiaotian first saw when he first entered the Black Prison to look for the Eight-footed Magic Ox. He practiced the Corpse Cultivation Method. His Corpse Ghost Qi was extremely powerful. It was evil and poisonous. Ordinary cultivators could not touch him.
"It seems that you've recovered well." Lu Xiaotian sized up Han Lin, a ghost cultivator, and found that his body was much more full than before. In his eye sockets, his originally weak and lifeless eyes were extremely gloomy at this time.
"With the Ghost King's item you gave me, it's difficult for me not to recover. Now, can you tell me what your purpose is?" Han Lin snorted slightly. He did not like this feeling of ignorance.
"I want a refined corpse of the Nascent Soul level. Its strength must be at least at the eleventh-level. I don't like those whose level is too low. "Lu Xiaotian said directly.
"Refined corpse of the Nascent Soul level?" Han Lin's pupils suddenly shrank. He looked at Lu Xiaotian with a dignified expression. "Do you know what is needed to refine an eleventh-level refined corpse?"
"Of course I know. Otherwise, why do you think I gave you something to recover your injuries?" Lu Xiaotian smiled indifferently. Xiang Kuo, the master, had never cared about the affairs of the Black Prison. Lu Xiaotian would also walk around in his spare time, and Xiang Kuo also pretended not to see. To Xiang Kuo, there were only cultivation and sparring with others in his eyes. Next, there was good wine. If not for his status in the imperial family, and the fact that he had been indebted to them since young, he would have long wandered outside. Why would he stay in the Black Prison?
Ever since Lu Xiaotian discovered this eleventh-level ghost cultivator, Han Lin, he had an idea in his heart. When he first entered the Spiritual Mound Secret Realm in the early years, he had brought along Xiao Sanniang and Ge Changting, two ghost cultivators. But because the cultivation of these two old friends was too low, they did not meet the requirements to refine a refined corpse of the Nascent Soul level. Lu Xiaotian provided them with resources to cultivate and increase their strength. But later on, a series of encounters caused him to be separated from the group. Once again, he came to the Scarlet Abyss Continent.
Originally, Lu Xiaotian had already given up on this idea. But he did not expect to meet the eleventh-level ghost cultivator Han Lin in the Black Prison. The idea of refining a refined corpse of the Nascent Soul level naturally emerged again.
"What's in it for me?" Han Lin said with a cold snort. Although Lu Xiaotian had given him some items from the Ghost Dao to help him recover from his injuries, to him, if he was trapped in this dark prison, it did not matter whether he was injured or not. He would not be able to leave this place, and if something unexpected happened, there was no doubt that he would die here.
"If the refined corpse you refine for me is powerful enough, and if the situation permits, I will think of a way to get you out." Lu Xiaotian said directly.
"Do you think I'm a three-year-old child? Do you think I'll believe your words? " Although Han Lin said this, his eyes flashed violently. He suddenly looked at Lu Xiaotian, waiting for Lu Xiaotian to say what he was relying on. "Of course, if you are willing to swear a blood oath, I can help you refine an eleventh-level refined corpse."
"Swear a blood oath? You may not think too highly of yourself. I am not the master of the Black Prison. I came here just to get a friend out. Meeting you was an accident. Getting my friend out has already consumed a lot of energy. I don't have a definite answer for now. As for you, it will depend on luck. If your luck is good and the opportunity comes, I don't mind lending a hand. If it doesn't work, I can't do anything. In short, if you refine a refined corpse of the Nascent Soul level for me, you still have a glimmer of hope. If it doesn't work, then die of old age here. "
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