The Ancestor of Body Repair

Lu Kun looked at the ten remaining black corpses around him, his face turned pale and said: "It is very rare for mortals to cultivate to the Vajra Art, and the chances of finally refining into the foundation-building stage are not high, so you killed it. How many mortals who have mastered the Vajra Art."

Wang Shitong said indifferently: "The Canglan School was founded by me more than 300 years ago, and it wasn't until a hundred years ago that I personally destroyed it. In the intervening 200 years, I can't remember how many great achievements of the Diamond Art I have won. The mortals are corpses."

"For more than two hundred years, how many generations of Vajra martial arts have been acquired!"

Hearing this, Lu Kun clenched his fists tightly. He thought of the Vajra practitioners who were sacrificed in blood by Murong Old Ghost at Iron Fist Gate. The unwillingness in their souls seemed to linger in his ears.

But the number of Vajra practitioners killed by the old ghost Murong was nothing compared to Wang Shitong.

Lu Kun entered the world of cultivating immortals with the help of the Vajra Art, and with the help of the blood of the seniors who practiced Vajra Art, he killed the old ghost Murong, and he has come to this day. He has an inexplicable emotion for the warriors who practice Vajra Art. .

"Hmph, Wang Shitong, you may not know. I want to know your practice, just to confirm my guess. I still have a chance to come back."

Lu Kun felt a few things hidden in his mouth, and sneered in his heart.

At this moment, the cold power in the palms of his several corpse refiners became deeper and deeper, especially the hands holding his neck, which frantically injected this energy into Lu Kun's body.

Lu Kun was shocked, but seeing Wang Shitong still expounding the appearance of his foundation-building period, he was a little puzzled: "No, this cold power was not instructed by Wang Shitong."

"Since it's not what Wang Shitong did, why do these corpse refiners inject me with the power of coldness?"

"No, these cold energies will conflict with my thunder attribute mana. The thunder attribute mana must be gathered into the depths of the muscle fibers and must not be exposed."

Lu Kun was extremely nervous in his heart, but his face remained calm. He was divided into two uses, while trying to restrain his thunder-attribute mana, while listening to Wang Shitong's story.

"In this way, with the help of these black corpses, I traveled in the Chu country, and even went to overseas places. Hehe, I killed countless monks at the foundation-building stage, and with the help of a large number of precious medicinal pills, I finally succeeded in forming the pill."

Speaking of which, Wang Shitong seemed to have returned to the scene when he formed pills, and said with high spirits: "Haha, I can form pills at the age of more than 100, so the Nascent Soul Stage is not out of reach. In order to enhance my strength, I have to think about it. Sell ​​the method of corpse refining breakthrough in the Foundation Establishment period."

"If you want to refine a corpse to advance to the level of a bronze-armored corpse, then according to the previous experience of building a foundation and refining a corpse, you must obtain a wild bronze-armored corpse. Later, in the depths of the land of death, a newly-promoted bronze-armored corpse really appeared. ."

Then Wang Shitong gritted his teeth and said: "I finally killed the bronze armored corpse, and when I went out to collect other materials, I met the demon girl Ling Yuetong. At that time, I lost a lot of corpse refining, and I was injured. Although this demon girl was promoted to Pill It wasn't long, but the supernatural power was really not small, and after the fierce battle, I was seriously injured."

"In the end, I had to use the blood escape technique to escape. Who knew that the injury was added to the injury, and the golden core shattered and fell back to the foundation-building stage. This life was picked up."

When he said this, Wang Shitong had a very strange expression on his face. After a pause, he shook his head and sighed: "In the end, it was because of Ling Yuetian that I spent my time refining corpses, so I was looking for bronze armored corpses. After he was injured, Ling Yuetian's sister knocked him down again."

"It's really a causal cycle, and the retribution is unhappy."

"However, I am unwilling. The seriously injured I told the senior brothers in the door, and all the remaining members of the Canglan faction were made into corpse refining materials and brought to the land of death."

Lu Kun endured the collision between the cold energy in his body and the thunder attribute mana in the depths of his muscles, and asked in a relatively steady voice, "That's when you started to study body refining?"

Seeing that Lu Kun's face was pale, Wang Shitong just thought that he was attacked by the cold aura of black corpse refining. The lifespan of the elixir-forming stage is still there."

"I can only find a way to find a new way to restore the strength of the formation stage. In this way, I will study corpse refining with all my heart."

Wang Shitong pointed to a gray-white qi refining stage corpse in the distance, and said, "Look at the low-level corpse I have here, they are very thin on the surface, but they have the defense and attack power of a top-level monster. , do you know why?"

Lu Kun had observed these gray-white refining corpses before, and said tentatively, "So skinny, do you focus on strengthening their bones?"

"Haha, as expected of a person who created his own body training art, you can tell at a glance, that's right, the strength of corpse refining lies in their bones. These corpse refining corpses who practice the Vajra Art have a solid bone foundation and can fully withstand mine. Corpse Refinement Secret Technique."

"All the gray-white corpses were refined through my research on corpse refining, and I used the death energy of the land of death to temper the bones, which made their bodies reach the peak of the refining period, comparable to a first-level top-level demon. beast."

"As for those black corpses at the foundation-building stage, anyone with a discerning eye can see clearly. The completely different black muscles are the most obvious change."

Lu Kun frowned and looked at Wang Shitong's body and other black corpses, and couldn't help asking: "Your body refining is the same path as the corpse, but these corpses have lost their lives, and the muscles are How did it grow?"

Wang Shitong let out a smug laugh and said, "I knew you had this question, didn't I tell you before that black corpse refining requires a wild foundation-building stage zombie to advance to foundation-building, that is, I will use the muscles of the wild zombies, Refining into my corpse, under the action of death energy and secret techniques, these corpses can reach the level of foundation building."

Lu Kun's face became even more pale, and some sweat appeared on his forehead. He stammered and asked, "Then the black muscles on your body, do you mean..."

Seeing Lu Kun's frightened expression, Wang Shitong said quite complacently: "Haha, it seems that you guessed it, I had the body of a bronze armored corpse before, just to upgrade a black corpse under my hand to a bronze armored corpse. Corpse level."

"But my own realm has fallen, so isn't the body of this bronze-armored corpse prepared for me?"

Then Wang Shitong's eyes showed a bit of cruelty, and said: "Because I have practiced the Vajra Art, my body strength is not bad. At the beginning, I used death energy to temper bones according to the method of corpse refining."

"When this is used on myself, I realize how painful it is."

"A corpse is unconscious. I can refine it however I want, but when I refine myself, my powerful consciousness can clearly perceive the pain that goes deep into the bone marrow."

"And the energy of death is extremely corrosive. He corroded all my external muscles, just like these gray zombies, leaving only the skinny body."

"Those days were my darkest days. I didn't even want to see my junior sister who cared about me, and even wanted to kill myself."

When Wang Shitong said this, his tone was full of regret, and his black fists were tightly clenched.