The poor soles of his feet were now completely red, as if they had been branded by a red-hot iron. If one were to look closely, they would discover that his legs, which were supposed to be as steady as a rock, were now twitching as if he was suffering from epilepsy.
Mysterious light seals were thrown into the Stalagmite fire and burrowed into the yin bead. Yet, the Stalagmite fire and the yin bead didn't change at all.
Ling energy was being used up too quickly!
This was a method that Zuo Mo had never tried before. But for jingshi, he couldn't care that much. Speaking of which, he had learned this idea from [Li Water Sword Scripture]'s [Seven Whirlpools]. If it was based on the usual speed of ling energy absorption, then it would be over. Out of helplessness, Zuo Mo thought of this risky method.
Zuo Mo continued to channel ling energy, full of grief and indignation, to increase the speed of ling energy absorption. The ling energy in the air, when it was absorbed into the body, needed to go through a process of purification before it could be turned into cultivation. The purer the ling energy, the more powerful it would be. Only then would it be easier to control and not affect one's personality. But at this time, Zuo Mo couldn't care so much. Impure ling energy was still ling energy. At least, it could solve a problem. At this time, he was like an extremely thirsty man who hadn't eaten meat for ten years. As long as there was a bit of ling energy, he would pull it over like a wolf.
Zuo Mo felt his vision go black … …
The crux of making yin fire beads wasn't ling energy, but consciousness. His consciousness carefully controlled the flame. The spell was extremely complex. Zuo Mo instantly felt it was extremely taxing, especially since he needed to maintain this state for an hour. The pitiful Zuo Mo didn't know that usually, making yin fire beads wasn't something that zhuji could complete.
The quality of the yin fire bead that was made wasn't something Zuo Mo could consider. He was thankful that he could complete it.
He couldn't bear to part with this yin bead. He gritted his teeth and endured. He would endure as long as he could! He couldn't watch as this yin bead was wasted. Suddenly, he remembered that he had used his consciousness to observe when he was making dan. He split off a portion of his consciousness and carefully and miserly controlled the ling energy inside his body.
As expected, people die for wealth, birds die for food!
But the situation in front of him was completely different from the description of [Yin Fire Bead Chapter]. According to the description of [Yin Fire Bead Chapter], he needed to endure for at least an hour, but his ling energy was almost all used up. Could it be that his cultivation was not enough? Zuo Mo finally thought of the problem, but it was too late to comprehend now.
He struggled to get up and immediately let out a blood-curdling scream. It turned out that his right foot had swollen red like a steamed bun. Not to mention walking, even the slightest touch would cause needle-piercing pain.
For this Yin Fire Bead, he had paid a heavy price. Damage to the spirit was easier to deal with. [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] specialized in healing damage to the spirit. What was more serious was the injury to his meridians. He had no choice but to run to Fragrant Ginger Courtyard to ask Xu Qing for a few medicinal pills to slowly recuperate. Fortunately, meridian injuries were not common for xiuzhe, but it was the most common situation. Therefore, the sect did not lack this kind of dan.
Zuo Mo's clothes flapped without any wind. The sweat on his forehead did not stop. The thick ling energy in the stone room couldn't withstand Zuo Mo's wild absorption and was instantly swept away. Only a thread of ling energy from the ling vein continuously flowed into the bottom of Zuo Mo's feet.
Zuo Mo inhaled sharply. The Stalagmite fire floating in front of his chest shook and almost dissipated.
His hands continuously changed the spell. Following the changes of his finger motions, threads of ling energy entered the flame.
Zuo Mo gritted his teeth again. He split off a part of his consciousness and carefully controlled a small thread of ling energy. To avoid it clashing with the finger motions that his hands were changing, Zuo Mo guided this little thread of ling energy to the spring under his feet. If he didn't have this little thread of consciousness, Zuo Mo basically didn't have the energy to control this little thread of ling energy. Just the fact that his hands couldn't stop making the spell was enough to make him spit blood. But splitting off a thread of consciousness, Zuo Mo was doing three things at the moment.
Zuo Mo's eyes were intoxicated and he couldn't bear to let go. He felt that the pain he had just suffered was worth it. He didn't know how powerful this yin fire bead was but seeing such a beautiful bead, and thinking about how hard it had been to make it, how could he bear to use it to test its power?
The ling energy that had been sucked in quickly entered the little whirlpool. The whirlpool started to increase in size, the speed even more astounding. The ling energy in the surroundings seemed to be pulled and started to flood towards the whirlpool under Zuo Mo's feet.
Ge's life was always so tragic! Zuo Mo's heart was filled with grief and indignation. Absorbing the Stalagmite fire, he almost lost his little life. Making a yin fire bead, he had to suffer. The heart-wrenching pain that came from the bottom of his feet, the faint throbbing pain of his consciousness splitting into three, the tearing pain of the impure ling energy passing through the channels … …
The grey yin bead was now like a transparent glass. Inside, there were threads of white patterns, like a white cloud floating in the sky.
When the last spell was cast into the Stalagmite fire, Zuo Mo couldn't resist it anymore and fell backwards.
Using all of his power, he started to control this little thread of ling energy to revolve along the spring point, continuously increasing the speed of the ling energy. This thread of ling energy moved faster and faster. Gradually, it was like a little whirlpool. A suction force seemed to come from the bottom of his feet. The ling energy in the surroundings started to slowly flow towards this little whirlpool.
Just at this time, in his sea of consciousness, Pu Yao carelessly raised his head: "Starting to forge this quickly? Young people, they are really full of energy! "Finishing, he closed his eyes again to rest, peacefully listening to his sound tablet.
That feeling of his brain being split into three pieces was extremely uncomfortable. After a while, Zuo Mo felt a dull pain.
Pain!
When his consciousness had been wounded by Xin Yan Shibo's sword essence, it had felt like this. It was also that time that he had fallen into the trap of Pu Yao's [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation].
Even though his little life wasn't in danger this time, but so much jingshi waving goodbye to him, it was no different than a small knife cutting his flesh. If he wasn't in the middle of forging, Zuo Mo probably would have immediately rushed to Pu Yao to argue.
No one told him. Pu Yao didn't tell him that the [Yin Fire Bead Chapter] wasn't written.
Time slowly passed. Sweat started to form on Zuo Mo's forehead.
He was so tired he didn't even want to move a finger. His entire body was like a toad that had just been pulled, his hands and feet uncontrollably making strange convulsive movements.
But for jingshi! For the yin bead!
Zuo Mo was panicked, angry, and unwilling!
Pu Yao's stuff really wasn't reliable! What [Yin Fire Bead Chapter], it was full of mistakes! What situation was this?
Sometimes, the ignorant were fearless. Completely ignorant, Zuo Mo didn't even think about whether his cultivation was enough to make yin fire beads. He obediently followed the records on the [Yin Fire Bead Chapter] and carefully forged the yin fire bead.
Hiss!
— — And because of the pain!
Thinking about it, Zuo Mo's mind couldn't help but think of the forest of signs in the Dong Fu Free Market that said they were buying yin beads at a high price. Even jindan xiuzhe were willing to buy them at a high price. What kind of price was that! The more he thought about it, the more pain he felt. It was as though he saw countless jingshi waving at him and then flying further and further away.
If Zuo Mo heard this, he probably would have spat out three liters of blood. It was a pity that he still didn't understand the situation. The only thing he was sure of was that he definitely didn't miss a sentence.
After wailing for a while, Zuo Mo struggled to climb up, and almost scrambled to pick up the yin fire bead.
Zuo Mo gritted his teeth and held on!
"Oh." Xu Qing nodded and then reminded Zuo Mo: "Shixiong, ten days later, it will be the payment deadline. Shixiong, don't forget! Shixiong owes, let me take a look. " Finishing, she took out a little book, flipped through two pages and read: "Previously, Shixiong hasn't paid for the materials for dan -making. Adding on today, the total is thirty pieces of third-grade jingshi!"
In the stone room, Zuo Mo's eyes were slightly closed as he sat cross-legged. A thread of Stalagmite fire floated in front of his chest. In the milky white flame, the yin bead could barely be seen.
Damn it!
As soon as he laid down, he immediately howled in pain. The pain of his meridians being torn apart, the faint pain of his Soul Consciousness being damaged, and the heart-wrenching pain of the soles of his feet all reminded him how bad his situation was.
Based on this speed, the ling energy inside his body would quickly run out. Once his ling energy couldn't keep up, the yin bead would definitely be useless.
However, for jingshi, ge will endure!
He felt as though there was a drill continuously drilling at the soles of his feet. The Yongquan point might be one of the major points in the human body, but Zuo Mo had never used it to absorb ling energy. Now that so much had come in, it would be strange if it didn't hurt!
Xu Qing saw Zuo Mo's sorry state and was very shocked.
Zuo Mo was shocked that he still had the mood to ridicule himself but he quickly lost the mood. Ling energy that hadn't been refined was too hard to control. The spells that he could easily complete before now became extremely difficult. His body was in a delicate balance. If he wasn't careful, the balance would be broken and all his previous efforts would be wasted.
Like a treasure, he carefully put it away.
The ling energy at the soles of his feet continuously sped up. Gradually, ling energy was sucked in.
Standing on one leg, Zuo Mo's body swayed and he almost fell. It was a great loss! And right now, he didn't have one piece of jingshi left on him. He could only wave his hand and say: "Put it on credit!"
As the ling energy entered his body, the Stalagmite fire in front of him exploded.
Therefore, he endured the pain and tears, carefully maintaining the balance inside his body.
The consumption of ling energy instantly decreased but if this continued, he still couldn't keep going!
In the stone room, Zuo Mo was like a whirlpool, the ling energy in the surroundings furiously flooding towards him.
One piece of jingshi stumped a hero!
But she couldn't ask, hurriedly taking out five good dan and giving it to Zuo Mo. Seeing Zuo Mo take the dan and turn around, she hesitated before weakly adding: "Shixiong, this dan is one piece of third-grade jingshi. In total, five pieces of third-grade jingshi."
This was a very familiar feeling!
So beautiful!
If he knew, he definitely wouldn't have tried it.
Why do my eyes always hold tears, because I love that jingshi so deeply … …
With the replenishment of new ling energy, Zuo Mo finally released a breath.
Zuo Mo Shixiong's fame had spread far and wide. The name of the Scalping Zombie was at least very famous in the area around Wu Kong Mountain. The wastrels of Ling Ying Sect hadn't come to harass him for many days. Who had beaten Shixiong to such a state?
As Zuo Mo sighed, he jumped out of the stone room with one leg in a strange posture.
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