Gods, Demons and Emperors

But things went counterproductive, even though he had strong mental power and the Blue Sky Mysterious Eyes.

The moment his blood entered the figure, it exploded and turned into nothingness.

Fang Chen groaned and spit out a mouthful of blood.

If the figure is mutilated, he will also be injured.

Fortunately, his physical strength did not have much impact on him.

But he frowned: "The power of the sword demon's blood is too strong, and this figure cannot bear it at all. It seems that it needs to be done more carefully, such as turning the blood into veins, and it is possible to be successful only if the blood is turned into veins."

This failure was within his expectation. If it succeeded at one time, it would be called a miracle.

So he turned into a white figure again and tried again!

Bang!

Unfortunately, it failed again, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned slightly pale.

It seems that such internal injuries still have a big impact on him, but he can still bear it with his terrible recovery ability.

The only good thing about it is that even if it explodes, the sword demon's blood will not dissipate and can be used repeatedly.

As for the phantom being able to continuously circulate, it can be said that there is nothing more than harm to the body.

So, he kept trying again and again.

If it failed, he would re-run the technique to make the figure appear, and then use this drop of demon blood to continue trying.

Although his physical body will suffer a certain amount of damage, Fang Chen can still endure it.

Just like that, one month passed.

The puppet Mengyao kept cleaning the blood on the ground, while Fang Chen continued to practice.

This time, his blood was refined and divided into countless meridians, slowly spreading into the figure!

He was sweating like rain, but fortunately the puppet Mengyao would come over and wipe his sweat on his own, so he wouldn't be affected by it.

In this way, the blood from the meridians enters from the sword, then to the hands, head, internal organs, and finally to the feet.

Once here, the speed slowed down a lot, and it was almost impossible to move forward.

But when it comes to will, Fang Chen dares to claim the second place, and no one in the Tianjiao Pavilion dares to claim the first place.

Even Fang Xingkong is like this.

So although it was difficult, it was still within the acceptable range for Fang Chen.

"Just a little bit!"

At this moment, the blood has flowed into the soles of the feet, heading towards the last toe.

Bang!

But in the end, the shadow exploded, and Fang Chen spurted out blood again, helplessly gathering the sword demon's blood again.

"Or not?"

He frowned and fell into thought.

"What went wrong?"

So he didn't continue trying. If such exquisite control still failed, there must be something wrong.

This contemplation lasted for a day, but he still couldn't figure out the problem.

It stands to reason that his deduction cannot be wrong, or is his idea just a fantasy?

At this time, the Mengyao puppet slowly approached and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Suddenly Fang Chen's eyes lit up and he grabbed Mengyao's puppet's hand.

The puppet was stunned and looked at Fang Chen in confusion.

But he saw ecstasy on his face and laughed loudly: "Yes! I seem to have outlined the human form with veins, and I want to use it to become a real person and merge with the demon sword.

But for real people, the meridians should not run from the hands to the feet, but from the Dantian to the sea of ​​consciousness as the core, spreading throughout the body like a blood transfusion of spiritual power. "

Thinking of this, Fang Chen let go of the puppet Mengyao and said with a smile: "You are really my lucky star, you have enlightened me."

Puppet Mengyao was puzzled, but seeing her master so happy, she smiled sweetly and continued to do her work.

Fang Chen started to use his skills again, and now he is extremely proficient in the first level.

In just one thought, the phantom appeared in front of everyone again.

He threw out the blood of the sword demon in his hand again and entered his body from the sword again.

"First recognize the sea, then the Dantian. The internal organs correspond to the movement of the five elements."

Silently chanting in his mouth, the sword demon's blood transformed into countless thin veins again, first heading towards the Tianling Cap, and then towards the Dantian.

It was like truly creating a human being, and this was all thanks to the second life body. Otherwise, Fang Chen really didn't know much about the structure of the human body.

When the sea of ​​consciousness in Dantian is formed, it circulates around the body!

First the internal organs, then the limbs!

When the last blood veins hit the eyebrows, there was a bang, but it was not a failure! But the shadow has undergone earth-shaking changes!

The shadow is no longer white, but turns red!

At the same time, his swordsmanship contains magical power! Operation is not affected at all! Even more powerful than before!

"It's done!"

Fang Chen was overjoyed! More than a month has passed! Finally the first generation of successful transformation!

"However, the shadow of this Thousand Generations Sword Art will become stronger as time goes by. Although we have found a way, if we want to completely transform it, it will definitely be a big project and it will take a lot of time."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed like he was really going to stay in seclusion for a while this time.

During his period of seclusion, Tianjiao Pavilion was not at peace.

I saw it in front of the gate of Tianjiao Pavilion! More than ten people gathered here to confront more than ten elders of Tianjiao Pavilion.

Among them are old antiques and great uncles.

One of the Seven Seas, Ximen Sect.

The great power of Yifa domain, Jiang Gu and so on.

They are all top experts who dominate each realm in the Human Realm.

But they're not here to cause trouble, they're here to visit.

Grandma Qiao stood at the front, looked at these old people and said, "Everyone, please go back. Fang Chen is in retreat and will not be released in a short time."

Although Taishu is old, the death aura has already covered him to death.

But his expression was still calm and indifferent, and his eyes were full of energy, not like a dying person, but like an old naughty boy.

He said with a smile: "Xiaoqiao, let's just meet once and leave soon. We won't waste too much time."

"That's right, don't you still trust us? We have been on the battlefield countless times, how can we hurt my genius of the human race?"

Ximen Zong also spoke.

"That's right, we can be considered the backbone of the human race. It's too late to protect him, not to mention the fact that we brought gifts."

Others also spoke.

Even though they dominate one side, they really don't dare to mess around in Tianjiao Pavilion.

Grandma Qiao was very helpless and could only continue: "Fellow Taoists, please don't embarrass us. We are also following the orders of the Pavilion Master, and it is useless no matter how much you say."

Jiang Gu and others looked at each other, and they naturally knew that the master of the pavilion was Ming Ruoxian.

They really didn't dare to mess with that guy, not even the uncle who had lived for eight thousand years.

"In that case, let's just wait here. It will be no problem until Fang Chen comes out of seclusion. We can just guard Tianjiao Pavilion together. I heard before that someone easily kidnapped Tianjiao from Tianjiao Pavilion. Woolen cloth."

Uncle Tai said again.

For them, ten or eight years is just the blink of an eye, and they can afford to wait.

Seeing this, grandma was also very helpless. The identities of these people were not simple, and she could not directly drive them away.

"Everyone, why don't you talk to me."

Suddenly, a pleasant and somewhat lazy voice sounded, it was Ming Ruoxian.