The nine hundred and eighteenth chapter the progress of the spirit root
In a secret room somewhere in the temporary residence of the Body Refining Pavilion.
A muscular bald monk, with his upper body naked, was lying on a platform. There was a medium-sized hole in the center of his chest, and the flesh and blood internal organs inside were protected by a light cyan light.
The bald monk looked up at the sky with a look of enthusiasm on his face.
Suspended there was a long, flat bone that was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, burned by light red flames. This bone was the sternum that was peeled off from the chest.
Yuxuan stood not far away. His hands were burning with dark red flames, and he was pressing or kneading several pieces of blood clotting grass. The latter turned into particles of powder at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was thrown into the air by him.
Zhu Siming and Qin Yushu surrounded the bald monk on both sides, constantly pinching various magic arts in their hands. A very strong ball of blood essence and blood coagulation grass powder merged, and driven by the magic arts, they sank into the sternum in mid-air.
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Gradually, subtle lines began to appear on the surface of the sternum, as intricately intertwined as the blood vessels on the human body.
Qin Yushu and Zhu Siming looked solemn. As masters of weapon refining, it is not difficult to carve this kind of pattern. The real difficulty is to protect the sternum, which is made of ordinary material, while carving it.
After about half an hour, the lines on the sternum were completely formed.
If you zoom in, these lines look like intricate blood-red ravines. The ravines all meet at the manubrium of the sternum, where there is a circular groove.
After completing the carving of the lines, Qin Yushu and Zhu Siming looked at each other, and the two spiritual thoughts at the stage of forming pills were quickly intertwined, turning into the powerful spiritual thoughts at the peak of forming pills.
Then Zhu Siming waved one hand, and a blue and black golden elixir the size of a bean appeared.
One after another, the extremely mysterious spells, under the control of the huge divine consciousness, hit the golden elixir.
The golden elixir trembled rapidly, and streams of black mist emerged from it. The golden elixir shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although the aura was weakening, it gradually exuded a pure water-attribute aura.
As soon as Zhu Siming turned his spell, the shrunken water-attributed golden elixir shot towards the sternum in mid-air, and just happened to get stuck in the circular groove on the handle of the sternum.
Qin Yushu then threw a bunch of water-attribute mid-level spirit stones around the sternum. Under the spells of the two men, these spirit stones turned into a rich blue mist, wrapping the sternum.
Zhu Siming's expressions became more and more serious since then, and the spells were constantly changing. The spiritual light struck his sternum one after another, and the blue mist slowly condensed inward.
It took a whole day for the blue mist to completely blend into it, revealing a brand new sternum.
At this time, the small golden elixir had disappeared, and the blood-red ravines on the surface of the sternum were filled with a blue material, forming a unique vein, and the surrounding water-attribute aura seemed very active.
Zhu Siming said solemnly: "Monk Fang, the last step depends on you."
Looking at the bald monk's firm and fanatical eyes, Zhu Siming waved lightly, and his sternum dropped downwards, fittingly stuck in the center of his chest.
At the same time, Qin Yushu took out a jade bottle and poured the remaining blood inside around the sternum, the connection points between the bones.
The dazzling blue light soared into the sky, printing the strong body of the bald monk blue.
"ah……"
The bald monk roared excitedly and covered his chest with both hands.
The muscles all over his body twitched, and the rich power of Qi and blood rose up. A large amount of bright red essence and blood in his body gathered towards his chest, intertwined with the blue spiritual light.
The blue aura seems to express strong repulsion. If you want to escape, you will be held in place by the bald monk.
At this time, the surrounding water-based aura seems to be extremely active and has a tendency to converge toward the sternum.
Zhu Siming and the other three watched this scene nervously, their consciousness lingering outside the sternum.
"Crack..." A subtle sound of bone cracking came out. The bald monk seemed to be aware of it, and a complex look of regret and satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
The next moment, a blue light emitted from his chest, a powerful burst of energy exploded, and his sternum exploded.
The strong body of the bald monk was torn to pieces by this energy. Blood, flesh, bones and limbs were scattered around, and the secret room fell into silence for a moment.
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After a while, Qin Yushu sighed: "Although we have perfected the miniature magic circle and reduced the material requirements, during the final fusion, the sternum could not withstand the energy impact of the refining and fusion."
"Monk Fang's sternum is already one of the best among the outer disciples. The thirty years mentioned by the pavilion master may not be enough."
Zhu Siming reviewed the process just now and said slowly: "Yushu, the current progress has been very fast. You must know that we couldn't even successfully refine the sternum weapon spiritual root at the beginning."
"The recent disciples have all reached the final stage of refining and fusion. However, these failures seem to be caused by other than material problems..."
Zhu Siming couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
Yuxuan on the side did not participate in the discussion. Dozens of dark red sparks popped out of his hand, burning the stumps in the secret room to ashes. He received these ashes into a jade bottle and put them away solemnly.
This monk Fang is already the fourteenth warrior who has volunteered to test the weapon spirit root.
These warriors are all top-notch aptitudes among the outer disciples. They have already cultivated the Vajra Art to the highest level, and their sternums are also tempered to a very high degree.
It's a pity that they started training early and only started to temper their sternums when they were in their sixties. With these twenty years of practice, their lives are about to come to an end.
In order not to leave any regrets, these top warriors all took the initiative to test the weapon spirit roots. Even if they failed, the experience of integrating the weapon spirit roots can be passed down to future generations of warriors.
As long as there are warriors who successfully generate spiritual roots and use their mortal bodies to refine their bodies and become immortals, then their sacrifices will not be in vain!
It was also thanks to Lu Kun who fished in troubled waters during the Qi War and sent back a lot of golden elixirs. Otherwise, even if there were warriors who volunteered, they would not be able to proceed, because in addition to various materials, the refining of the weapon spirit roots also requires the consumption of golden elixirs.
In the past six months, although fourteen Martial Saints whose combat prowess was comparable to those in the late stage of Qi Refining and fourteen golden elixirs were destroyed in the experiment, the success was very remarkable.
The generation of the weapon spirit root is stuck in the final fusion stage.
Zhu Siming suddenly thought of something and his eyes lit up: "By the way, did you feel just now that Monk Fang activated the spiritual energy around him at the last moment?"
Qin Yushu was slightly stunned and murmured: "Yes, the water-attribute spiritual energy has been guided. This can only be done with real spiritual roots. This phenomenon did not occur to the previous warriors."
Zhu Siming frowned: "How did Monk Fang do it? He is obviously one step closer than others."
At this moment, a terrifying divine thought came into the secret room: "Could it be because of the blood essence?"
"The Pavilion Master is back?"
"Master!"
Zhu Siming moved the magic weapon in his hand and opened the secret room, and a burly figure appeared in front of everyone.
Lu Kun walked in, looked at the jade bottle in Yu Xuan's hand, sighed and said, "I came back not long ago and happened to observe the whole process."
"Monk Fang seems to have created a physical method of his own, condensing the whole body's essence and blood in his chest, trying to use the strong essence and blood to accelerate the fusion of the sternum organ's spiritual roots."
Lu Kun said regretfully: "It's a pity that Monk Fang has reached his twilight years, and his blood essence and blood are not strong enough to withstand the power of his spiritual roots, and the material of his sternum is not enough, so he failed in the end."
When Zhu Siming heard Lu Kun's analysis, his expression changed and he said: "Jingxue, has the pavilion master thought of a solution?"
Lu Kun shook his head: "I don't have a clue about the specific refining and fusion methods."
He paused and then continued: "However, there is a disciple who is very suitable for the test of the weapon spirit root. If this person comes to test it, his life will not be in danger even if he fails, and he will definitely bring us greater enlightenment."
The others looked at each other, wondering who Lu Kun was talking about.