The unlucky god’s voice became tempting: "If you can cultivate a sword body, your body will be like a sharp sword. Not only will your physical defense immediately skyrocket, but your affinity for flying swords will increase in the future, improving your sword skills and your ability to control the sword array. , Including the condensing of the sword evil spirit in the future will be of great help. If you absorb all of these sword spirits, your physical body can directly advance to the realm of the sword body Xiaocheng Dzogchen."
Dongfang Wugui said immediately: "I don't want to be a good person, but I want to transform my body into a sword body. What is this idea?"
The unlucky god heard the words: "Stupid boy, why are you so stupid. I ask you, when you use petrification to strengthen your defenses, your body will really become stone forever. If you are naive, the sword body will turn your body into Flying swords, fools can only practice, and how can they become the most advanced body-refining supernatural powers of swordsmanship."
Dongfang Wugui was unable to block the attack of the sword soul at this time, and was hit by two sword souls one after another. Although he was not penetrated by the sword soul because of his strong physical defenses, it also made him feel painful and unbearable, and immediately said: " What I need to do now, tell me quickly, I can't stand it anymore."
The unlucky god is about to teach Dongfang Wugui the technique of cultivating the sword body, and let him first use the soul-suppressing power of the flying sword of his life to suppress the movement of the sword soul, and then use the thunder method to paralyze the sword soul in his hand and absorb it into his body. Operate according to the exercise method, blend the soul of the sword into your body.
Even if Dongfang Wugui's body is strong, the absorption of sword soul must be done one by one. After all, the power of the sword soul is comparable to a magic weapon, and the damage to the body will not be low. Even if his body gets a transformation when entering the secret realm, his physical strength is once again greatly increased, and his physical cultivation level also skyrocketed. At the high-level of the pill condensing stage, but in the process of absorbing the sword soul, he still felt like his whole body was being cut by countless small knives.
And the most troublesome thing is that the sword soul surrounding Dongfang Wugui is still attacking. Although he tried his best, he still has fish that slip through the net that can stab him from time to time, making his stone armor skills difficult to maintain. Soon , His body was pierced by the sword soul. The process of refining the soul of the sword was also very troublesome. The soul of the sword had already possessed the initial spirituality, how could he easily submit to it.
Sword Soul fought desperately in Dongfang Wugui's body, making his refining process difficult and slow, and causing his body to be raged and scarred. However, he has always insisted on treating himself with hydrotherapy, restoration, and rejuvenation, but he can still control the destruction of the soul of the sword to the body.
It took Dongfang Wugui nearly an hour to refine and absorb the first sword soul. He had the experience of absorbing the sword soul for the first time, and the fusion was a lot smoother. And the most important thing is that after he has merged a sword soul, his body contains the aura of the sword soul, and it is much easier to merge the sword soul.
When Dongfang Wugui absorbed the fifth sword soul, his true essence had been exhausted. He was already using the pill and spirit stone to restore his true qi, but it was far behind the consumption of true essence. Fortunately, he had several Nascent Infants that he had not absorbed, and immediately urged the Divine Orb of Good Fortune to absorb the Nascent Infant to replenish his true qi, and then he barely persevered.
For more than three days, after Dongfang Wuhui had continuously absorbed more than a dozen sword souls, the concentration of sword souls in his body gradually increased. Those sword souls seemed to be a little confused, they just kept circling around him, but stopped attacking. This gave him a chance to breathe, he could cultivate and recover calmly, and then capture the sword souls that hovered around him and absorb them one by one.
When Dongfang Wugui had absorbed all the hundreds of sword souls, more than twenty days had already passed. This was due to the fact that the sword soul did not continue to attack him, and did not resist his absorption much. After he absorbed all the sword souls, the strength of his body has been greatly improved. When he uses the magical powers of the sword body, his whole person seems to be transformed into a sharp sword.
Dongfang Wugui tried to impose the Beidou sword formation again, and felt that everything had become handy and free, and it seemed that those Beidou swords were part of him. And his sword qi vertical and horizontal techniques and the power of sword light have also been greatly improved.
Dongfang Wugui felt the changes in his body, and he was very happy in his heart. He first put the refining furnace side, there were more than twenty pieces of materials, all of which were of the gold type, and the grades were not low, and he didn't identify them one by one, so he put them away. Then he came to the shelf where the magical artifacts were placed, but found that there was nothing inside.
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Dongfang Wugui didn't feel disappointed either. The benefits he got in the refining room were far beyond imagination, but he couldn't be too greedy. However, there are many corpses in the refining room, and of course he will not waste the storage bags on those corpses. However, most of these people’s magical instruments are already broken. The broken magical instruments of those who have tried before have long lost their spiritual power. However, there are eleven corpses with golden cores, and six corpses with Nascent Soul. It's an unexpected joy for nothing.
Dongfang Wuhui carefully inspected the refining furnace and refining table this time, only to find that there were no illegal weapons, so he could not collect them through sacrifice. On the contrary, the hammer on the mixing table is a good tool. It can forge the ancient treasure's hammer. This allows him to refinish his life flying sword or other magical artifacts without worrying about the hammer.
The pill fire in the pill room is the product of illusion, but the hot flame is really burning under the refining furnace. Just when Dongfang Wugui plans to leave, the little black bird who has been sleeping after swallowing the yin fire Suddenly there was a message. He was busy releasing the little black bird. The silver head of the little black bird was still closed with his eyes. After the golden head yelled at him affectionately, he spread his wings and flew to the top of the refining furnace. .
The little black bird flew around the refining furnace and stopped above the side of the refining furnace. The golden head sucked at the fire, and the raging fire immediately flew into its mouth. This process continued for a cup of tea, and the fire below the refining furnace gradually dimmed and cooled. In the end, the fire was less than one-tenth of the original, and the temperature was just like a bonfire in the wild.
The golden head of the little black bird closed his mouth with unfinished talent, and flew to Dongfang Wugui's shoulder, rubbed his face with the golden head, and then carefully arranged his hair with the golden beak. But soon, the golden head of the little black bird also showed a tired look, and then fell into a deep sleep, and he immediately regained the space of good fortune.
Although Dongfang Wugui has absorbed several Yuan Ying here, but they are all used to supplement the consumed true Yuan, but the cultivation base is still at the second level of Yuan Ying stage. He has completely passed the state of mind now, and his understanding of the realm of kendo and thunder and lightning is also completely up to the standard, and he can once again improve his cultivation. Not enough, he was worried that he would encounter the danger of exhaustion of the true essence, but he did not rush to absorb those soul infants and golden cores to upgrade his cultivation.
Dongfang Wugui came out of the refining room and continued to walk along the corridor to the depths of the main hall, passing the law enforcement office, torture platform, and confinement room. He stopped at the door of the Fudian and took a deep breath without hesitation. Walked through the door. Although he has benefited a lot, and also found that every house in this ten thousand sword gate palace is in danger of letting him fall, but chances are also accompanied by dangers, and chances are by no means smaller than danger.
Of course, in terms of the strength of ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators, this Wanjianmen palace is indeed more dangerous than chance, but Dongfang Wugui is now as vigorous as the Yuan Ying high-level single-line True Essence, and it is a five-lined palace. The fellow practitioners, coupled with the high-level cultivation base of the Body Cultivation Condensation Stage and the physical strength of the better cultivation base, can he overcome dangers and obtain opportunities in this palace.
Although Dongfang Wugui will not do stupid things over and over, but it will not easily let go of any chance. Especially after the test of practicing the heart, he already has the heart of a strong man, and as an independent cultivator, if he pursues safety in everything, he may have long been unable to advance in his cultivation.
The talisman hall has hundreds of square meters. There are only a dozen simple talisman tables in the house. There is a talisman pen on the talisman table in the center. There are four light groups floating behind the talisman table. I don't know what is sealed inside. There are no corpses in this Fudian, but Dongfang Wugui doesn't feel safe here. That talisman was obviously not a common grade, and if there was no danger, it would have been taken away by other monks long ago.