Corpse Town Eternal

After the dark red flames on his body disappeared, Ye Ming collapsed there for two hours before he felt that he had regained consciousness and his fingers could move.

At this time, the igniter had been turned off, and Ye Ming's body was covered with a thick layer of volcanic ash.

It was difficult to remove the volcanic ash on his body, but fortunately, there were Yu Jin and others guarding outside, so he immediately notified them with his mind.

Originally, I thought that using the mind to notify would make my soul unbearable, after all, the blood evil flames had burned my soul just now, but who knew that this process was very smooth, even much easier than contacting them before.

Ye Ming immediately felt that his soul had become stronger, several times stronger, and the injuries he had suffered from the impact of those resentful spirits were actually recovered under the burning of the blood evil flames.

Even more, Ye Ming found that the last obsession left by the original body on him, that is, to kill Zhen Yijin, had disappeared, and there was no trace of impurities in his soul, which was extremely pure.

Ye Ming immediately sensed his body, and the same thing happened. The spiritual energy circulated throughout his body without any obstacles, and even the phenomenon that he had difficulty in absorbing spiritual energy disappeared.

Just when Ye Ming was surprised, Yu Jin and others had pulled Ye Ming out from under the volcanic ash.

Ye Ming, who was covered in black dead skin, appeared in front of everyone.

"Hehehe~" Mao Xiaozei, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh at Ye Ming's lower body. His expression of gloating looked like he deserved a beating.

Ye Ming finally recovered a little strength at this time, and when he looked down, he didn't know what Mao Xiaozei was laughing at.

It was nothing more than that Ye Ming's little brother had been scorched at this time, and his whole body was covered with magma. Even if Ye Ming wanted to protect him, he couldn't.

Ye Ming snorted coldly, pulled off the dead skin on his body, and then looked at Mao Xiaozei proudly.

But after Ye Ming pulled off the dead skin on his body, Mao Xiaozei couldn't help it at all, and laughed loudly, while the few people next to him were holding back their laughter like slaves.

Ye Ming looked down and found that his skin was now as white as jade, almost catching up with the jade chicken with ice-skin and jade-bone body.

However, his body was extremely thin, almost only skin and bones were left, even thinner than the evil ghost in the color after a month of fighting and being hollowed out. His whole body was shriveled and bald, and the hair on his body was burned away in the flames.

"Hmph~" Ye Ming snorted coldly, and the corpse-suppressing coffin appeared beside him with a thought. The coffin was opened, and the rich death energy poured out of the corpse-suppressing coffin and was absorbed into Ye Ming's body.

Ye Ming's originally shriveled body was filled up little by little by the filling of death energy. The blood flowed rapidly in his body, and blue veins bulged on his body surface.

Mao Xiaozei's eyes slowly changed from shock to loss, and finally to shame.

After Ye Ming stopped practicing the Corpse Nourishing Sutra, his body had recovered as before, and was even stronger than before. His muscles were more powerful, which made Ye Ming more confident.

But it would take some time for the hair on his body to grow out slowly, and it was not something that could be solved by practicing the sutra.

But even so, it did not affect Ye Ming's appearance. With this perfect figure, if it was in his previous life, he would have no problem debuting as a model.

There would definitely be a lot of people who would come to him and ask Ye Ming to shoot underwear ads.

Ye Ming glanced at Mao Xiaozei with pride. Although he did not speak, Mao Xiaozei had already felt full of malice.

Seeing Mao Xiaoze's tearful look, the people on the side laughed out loud.

After laughing and joking, Ye Ming said to the others, "You guys help me guard for a while, I will refine the magic weapon first."

When deciding to refine the weapon, Ye Ming used his mission hall in Black Soul City to exchange for a book on basic weapon refining. With Ye Ming's current comprehension, he has memorized it after reading it several times, but he has not tried to refine it yet.

For the first time refining the weapon, Ye Ming was not brave enough to use the blood resentment crystal to refine the weapon directly. If it was broken, he might not be able to find a second blood resentment crystal in his life.

This time in the blood evil demon corpse tomb, he got a lot of gas refining materials, plus what he collected before, enough for himself to try.

After placing the required materials in different categories around, Ye Ming directly activated the blood evil demon fire in his dantian, and then threw the gas refining materials into the blood evil demon fire one by one to refine.

Although it was the first time to use the Blood Demon Fire to refine the weapon, Ye Ming was quite adept at it, as if he had been a veteran for many years. After all, the Blood Demon Fire was now his own spiritual fire, just like a part of his body.

The temperature of the Blood Demon Flame was very high. Although it was only initially refined, Ye Ming estimated that it was not inferior to the Dan Fire cultivated in the Golden Core Stage.

The Qi-refining materials thrown into the Blood Demon Flame melted quickly, and the impurities in them were burned out quickly.

It was just that there was a problem when the various materials were fused at the end, and finally the refined materials were all mixed together in a disorderly manner, becoming a pile of waste.

The failure of the first refining was inevitable, and Ye Ming also noticed the problems in his fusion.

When refining for the second time, the problem was avoided very well, but there was still a problem in the final condensation stage, although a flying sword was refined.

This should be considered a flying sword. Ye Ming looked at the uneven iron block in his hand. Although it was of the first-grade lower grade, if such a flying sword was sold, others would not even be willing to pay for a lower-grade spirit stone. It might even make Ye Ming pay for it, polluting their eyes and tarnishing the word flying sword.

For the third time, Ye Ming finally refined a first-grade lower-grade flying sword. The whole body was as black as ink, and the sword body revealed a cold light.

Ye Ming grabbed the long sword in his hand and chopped it at a rock beside him.

"Squeak" The rock was directly split in half.

Yes, it was finally refined successfully, but there were still many flaws. Otherwise, it could at least be refined into a first-grade upper-grade magic weapon.

After a successful experience, Ye Ming struck while the iron was hot and refined it again.

In the end, all the materials in Ye Ming's hand were consumed, and only the materials needed to match the blood resentment crystal were left before he stopped.

In front of Ye Ming, there were already 20 flying swords, 3 of which were second-level inferior swords, and the rest were first-level flying swords.

Ye Ming closed his eyes and carefully reviewed the process of refining the weapon just now, constantly summarizing his experience and correcting his mistakes bit by bit.