I am cultivating immortality in Zhetian

Chapter 73: The shackles are broken and the emperor’s blood revives
In the ancient hall.

After nine blood exchanges and bone transformations, Fu Jin reached the peak of the other side. His reborn body exploded uncontrollably again, with little green blood flying around. The broken bones were scattered all over the ground. Only his head was relatively intact, and his appearance was extremely miserable. .

Nangong Da Neng, who had always shown himself to be calm and indifferent, saw this scene with his own eyes and was immediately dumbfounded, with a rare expression of panic.

How did it become like this.

What is going wrong?
Nangong Zheng, full of doubts and worries, looked at this disciple who had just been admitted to his sect.

The monks on the other side exchange blood and transform bones nine times, which is a destined pass on the road of cultivation. No matter how amazing their talent, bones, and physique they are, they cannot increase or decrease this fixed number of times.

Once the nine transformations are completed, the new strength in the body will be dissipated and it will be unable to support the rebirth of blood and bones.

At this time, Fu Jin has exhausted all his new energy. If he wants to regenerate his blood and bones, he can only use the power of the magical elixir.

Nangong is practicing the Secret of Immortality, making friends with plants and trees, and being a powerful person, he naturally has no shortage of this elixir.

But what he is worried about is that after using the elixir to help Fu Jin's blood and bones regenerate, the scene before him will happen again. How should he deal with it then?

"What's wrong?"

After Nangong was thinking about it, he took out the ancient scroll left by the ancient saint and recorded the immortal body, and carefully read it word for word.

There is no problem.

It is clearly written in it that Tianjing Xuanqi is the best medicine to make up for the innate deficiencies of the immortal body.

"Should we try again?"

Nangong was muttering to himself, taking out a jade box made of black ice from his sleeve and opening it. A bright red, blood-like mushroom-shaped elixir lay in it, fiery red like agate, and shimmering with rays of light.

Just smelling it makes one's blood a little stronger.

This is a rare blood Ganoderma. Although it is far inferior to the 8-year-old Medicine King, it has been cultivated for thousands of years and has miraculous effects on the regeneration of monks' flesh and blood.

"We can only give it a try." Nangong Zheng made the decision not to activate the Immortal Mirror's Immortal Light, but planned to use the elixir to restore Fu Jin first.

But before he could get closer, Fu Jin, who was half-conscious, twitched his cheeks, forced open his eyes, opened his lips, and spat out a few words anxiously and firmly.

"do not come"

Watching his body constantly explode and regenerate, this is not only a vicious physical torture, but also a great mental loss and a psychological shadow.

Nangong Zheng looked stunned.

Fu Jin explained: "I'm already fine."

Nangong Zheng took a closer look, and then he discovered that on Fu Jin's bloody limbs, a little bit of cyan light overflowed, exuding a strong vitality, lingering around the broken parts, and where he passed, things gradually grew. New flesh and blood.

"Has your physique awakened?" Nangong Zheng was extremely surprised.

According to records in the ancient scrolls, the awakened immortal body not only has long Qi pulses and endless divine power, but also can quickly recover from injuries suffered by the body with the help of the vitality of all things.

"Awakening? Maybe." Fu Jin was not sure of his current state.

The devouring power that was originally hidden in the wheel sea was drawn out due to the stimulation of blood exchange and bone transformation, and came to the outside of the body, and in the whole process, it swallowed up all the heavenly essence profound energy.

And the devouring power after eating did not disappear after returning to the secret realm of the wheel sea as before. Instead, when the flesh and blood regenerated, it completely flowed between the blood and the bones, which seemed to have really made up for the shortcomings.

But Fu Jin very keenly noticed something was wrong.

"This is..." Nangong Zheng also noticed something unusual and frowned.

Wherever the vitality passed, blood and bones were indeed being reborn. However, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the regrown flesh and bones, like a broken mirror that was put back together piece by piece. After getting up, even if the broken mirror is reunited, it will never return to its flawless appearance.

Fu Jin gently shook his hand, and several bone fragments were thrown out of the regenerated finger bones, flesh and blood. He made a judgment:
"It seems to be a half-finished product. But the method of Tianjing Xuanqi is indeed effective."

But there may be some unknown keys that have been overlooked.

Nangong Zheng was relieved.

Useful.

But how to solve the new problems that arise before us.

"You stay in the hall first, and I will go look for it to see if there is anything missing." Nangong frowned, and after the instructions, he hurriedly left the hall and headed towards the small world where he found the ancient scrolls left by the ancient saints. .

Fu Jin slowly fell from the sky and glanced at the fairy mirror that was still hanging in the air in shock.

After nine blood transfusions and bone transformations, the congenital deficiencies in his physique were made up for. However, Teacher Nangong kept urging the fairy mirror to move. Under the smelting light of the fairy mirror, he could only explode it again in vain.

"Imperial soldiers." Fu Jin's attention fell on the remnant monument of Fu Xi in the wheel sea.

I don’t know when the Dragon Monument will be able to regain its true power.

However, after experiencing the devouring of the stone stele by the broken stele in the Immortal Palace, the new world of the Bagua origin, and the scene of the earth's marrow yellow air just now, he also had some guesses about the method of repairing the broken stele. "Is the Chaos Stone useful to you?" Fu Jin communicated with his mind.

After hearing the words "Chaos Stone", the green light emitted by the remaining monument suddenly became extremely rich, just like the way it looked when the yellow air of the earth's marrow was swept away just now.

"I happen to know that there is a Chaos Stone hidden in a place, but the essence of the sacred object has been taken away." Fu Jin continued to tell, but the light of the ruined monument did not diminish, which made him feel relieved.

Withdrawing his attention, he circulated the "Xihuang Sutra", and through the flow of divine power, he became familiar with his new body, which was as fragile as broken porcelain.

Every time the divine power passed through, the natural vitality between heaven and earth was attracted, constantly nourishing the physical body. Even the wooden hall where he was located had a little bit of gleaming light flowing towards him.

"Can you really live forever?" Fu Jin was very doubtful about this, but he also guessed that the real secret of this physique is the devouring power flowing in the flesh and bones.

He tried to sense it, and soon noticed the devouring power, which appeared with the summons of his mind. Unlike before, it had to rely on the stimulation of immortal matter to draw it out.

Since the devouring power still exists
An extremely bold idea suddenly appeared in Fu Jin's mind.

He has seen the power of devouring power.

After being drawn out by the undead matter, neither the life essence, the life spring of the sea of ​​suffering, nor the heart of the demon emperor can stop the expansion of the devouring power.

But now that the swallowing power is under his control, can he use this power to swallow the shackles in his blood?

As soon as this thought appeared, it lingered for a long time.

Fu Jin decided to give it a try.

He began to recall the scene he felt in the deep valley that day.

In a daze, there was darkness.

A huge true dragon wrapped in green scales was trapped by shackles spreading out from the darkness. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free of the shackles.

Fu Jin's mind merged and transformed into the trapped real dragon.

He was not in a hurry to struggle, but sensed the devouring power flowing in his flesh and blood after making up for the lack.

Crash.

In the boundless darkness, an inexplicable force began to descend, and wherever it passed, it seemed that even the darkness itself was being gradually swallowed up.

sonorous.

The chain that trapped the big green dragon seemed to have spirituality. It kept dodging and retreating in front of the devouring power. The big green dragon was also pulled along and couldn't stop retreating.

But unfortunately, this power belongs to Fu Jin himself who transformed into a dragon. He moved with his thoughts. After being dragged impatiently by the chain, he took back the devouring power and summoned it again.

The position that appeared this time fell directly on the chain that locked the big dragon's head.

Click.

I don’t know where this chain came from. The devouring power that has always been unfavorable seemed to have met an opponent. It almost failed to bite. However, under Fu Jin’s observation, it still surged tenaciously and slowly, and soon A shallow scratch mark was left on the chain.

As long as Kung Fu grinds the iron pestle into a needle, Fu Jin will certainly not understand it. Since it is really effective, he is no longer anxious, his mind sinks into the dragon, and activates the devouring power to bite.

I don't know how long has passed.

With a clang sound, the chain on the big dragon's head was bitten open and it shrank back into the darkness.

Fu Jin remained unmoved and continued to push.

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As the chains broke and retracted, Fu Jin, who was sitting in the main hall, felt a familiar power emerge from his body, as if he had transformed into an ancient emperor, and the imperial power filled the air and swept through the nine heavens.

Even though the entrance to the main hall was blocked, the faint aura still made all the spiritual things in the small world sense and look in the direction of the towering trees.

Nangong, who was stopping in front of a dead tree to explore something, sensed this aura, and his expression changed drastically.

"Could it be that the Immortal Mirror God has awakened?"

In fact, Nangong Zheng's guess was not wrong.

As soon as the vast coercion spread, the Void Mirror, the Jidao Emperor's weapon closest to Fujin, sensed it. At first, it just instinctively emitted fairy light to compete.

But in the end, Fu Jin's imperial power became stronger and stronger, and the sleeping emperor's weapons and gods were finally awakened. Various images flashed across the mirror with the aura of chaos, and they were instantly fixed on Fu Jin's body. It showed his figure.

The ancient bronze mirror rises and falls, and there are power fluctuations:

"A breath of deja vu."

(End of this chapter)