The Monk

Chapter 527 Blood Refining

Changing from chopping to chopping, the hard iron knife swept towards the big rat. The diamond rat jumped up high and bit Zhang Wei at an unimaginable speed. Zhang Ai let out a sigh, surprised by the mouse's speed, and drew out the Fushen Sword to stab it towards it.

Although the King Kong Rat was in the air, it was extremely agile. With a swipe of its tail, its body turned in another direction and pounced again. Zhang Awei was a little angry. Even a small rat dared to scream. He stepped back and released a few snakes. As soon as the big snakes came out, they lazily wrapped themselves around Zhang Awei, ignoring the diamond rats at all.

The God-Destroying Snake could ignore the Vajra Rat, but the Vajra Rat dared not ignore the God-Destroying Snake. Snakes and rats are natural enemies. The hair on the Vajra Rat's body stood on end, and it swished past Zhang Wen and headed straight for the exit. It was afraid of the big snake and did not dare to stay any longer.

The mouse was so fast that Zhang was afraid that he would move his mind. It had already reached the exit and was about to fly out. Suddenly the wall flashed with light and the mouse was bounced back. There is a formation restriction outside the blood pool, which is designed to trap and control the monsters in the blood refining. Rats cannot escape.

After the big mouse tried hard, the snake was still too lazy to move. Zhang was afraid and said angrily, "I'm so lazy that I almost let it run away."

Compared to other high-level monsters, the King Kong Rat is relatively common. It is fast and has a strong body. After being tamed, it can be used to sneak attack enemies. Shu Sheng used the Vajra Rat for blood refining, probably because he couldn't find any other high-level monsters, so he made do with it.

The mouse was bounced back and did not dare to provoke Zhang Awei anymore. He honestly returned to the blood pool and pushed a bunch of big eggs over, intending to atone for his sins and make peace.

After the blood refining, the monster relies on these big eggs. The big egg forms a magic circle of its own, absorbs the essence of the blood pool, condenses it and transfers it to the monster in the blood refining. After success, it becomes a blood beast. This process sounds simple, but in fact it is extremely evil and cumbersome. There are strict requirements for how to melt the blood of Nine Yin and Nine Yang, when to send it into the blood pool, the number of large eggs and the blood refining method.

The big snake looked at the mouse lazily, its eyes cold and gloomy, as if it were looking at a dead thing. Zhang Ai suddenly felt that the big mouse was a little pitiful. He was caught for blood refining, and now he was going to be killed. He sighed softly: "Kill him." He was not familiar with the blood refining method and did not dare to take risks. In case of blood refining, The big rat has become cruel and murderous. What should I do if I let it go and cause harm to the residents in the mountain?

The seventh-level monster understands human speech, understands Zhang Wen's intentions, and knows that there is absolutely no luck. The big rat bared its teeth in a fierce gesture and pounced on him again. He was fast, and the God-Fighting Snake was even faster. His tail whipped out like lightning, slapping the mouse into a pie. Then he continued to pester Zhang Awei lazily, until he shouted: "It's too heavy, let's lose weight."

At this time, a person rushed in from outside the house. He was a low-level monk who had returned from catching a herd of deer. When he saw the situation in front of him, he turned around and ran away without saying a word. Zhang Ai shouted: "Stop." The monk didn't listen. Zhang Ai shook off a few big snakes on his body, dodged to catch up and blocked the way: "Stop."

The monk knew that he was not his opponent, so he stopped and bowed and saluted: "I have seen my senior, please forgive me for my life."

Zhang Ping said quietly: "I want to ask you something." The monk nodded and bowed: "Senior, please ask, I will tell you everything I know."

"What's your relationship with Shu Sheng?" Zhang Ain asked.

"He is my master." The monk replied respectfully.

A high-level pill-forming monk accepts a disciple who has just established the foundation as his disciple? Moreover, this foundation-building disciple is very wet and very reluctant. From this point, we can see that Shu Sheng is indeed getting worse the more he lives in chaos, not to mention that hatred is harmful to others, and he will be hungry even if he chooses a disciple. Then he asked: "How many people are there among you?"

"There are six people in total, master, me, and four junior brothers."

It turned out that the four qi-refining disciples were also disciples. Zhang Ain shook his head and said, "Have you ever met any other cultivators?" "No."

Starting from this question, basically there was no answer to anything. Zhang Ai asked many questions, but the answers were all no, I don’t know, and I don’t know. He didn't want to ask anymore, but at this moment his consciousness fluctuated, and a monk flew out of the village. The Fu Shen Snake also noticed someone coming, lazily flew over and hung on him again. The monk had never been in such close contact with such a big and scary snake. His face turned pale, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and he was a little uneasy.

Zhang Awei slapped the four Qi Refining disciples who were unconscious and said coldly: "Be a good person after you learn the skills. If you do evil, you will be killed."

The four disciples had just woken up and couldn't figure out what was going on. When they saw the terrifying snake, they were so frightened that they nodded quickly. Zhang said fearfully, "Let's go." The five of them ran out of the yard in panic.

Zhang Ain patted a few snakes, took them back to the big walnuts hanging around his neck, and dragged the hard iron knife backwards to the entrance of the village. Standing at the entrance of the village was a bearded man with a first-level Nascent Soul cultivation level. He held four iron balls in his hands and looked at Zhang Afraid coldly.

Zhang Ai asked: "Red light?" The bearded man's eyes flashed sharply, and he asked in a cold voice: "Did you kill Shu Sheng?" "You also do blood refining?" Zhang Ao continued to ask. The two of them just asked their own questions and ignored what the other person said.

The bearded man smiled sinisterly, and the iron balls in his hands floated up one after another. The four iron balls pointed at Zhang Awei in a line, and shouted: "Go." The iron balls collided with each other and used strength to fly over. During the impact, the iron balls changed from one to two, and from two to four, and more and more. In a short distance, at least hundreds of iron balls were conjured to hit Zhang Wen.

Zhang didn't hide even if he was afraid, he swung the hard iron knife and struck it with a single blow. There was a chaotic sound of clicking and jingling sounds. Dozens of iron balls in front of him were chopped into two pieces with one knife, and a space was cut out of the dense iron balls.

When the bearded man saw that the iron ball was broken, he made a little magic trick, and four of the hundreds of iron balls flew back. He looked at Zhang Awei again, and saw with his spiritual consciousness that he was a Xiaojie Dan monk. How could he have the power to break my move? Is it hiding strength?

He was thinking about it when another person flew from the other direction. He was also at the beginning of Nascent Soul. He was dressed as a warrior and arrived before anyone else arrived: "Old Hu, something happened to Shu Sheng?" The bearded man said in a deep voice: "Not yet. See, something must have happened."

When it was time to say something, the warrior stopped next to Big Beard. He glanced at Zhang Awei with cold eyes, but he was talking to Big Beard: "The consciousness didn't detect his Qi, so he should be dead. Did he do it?"

Zhang Ain asked with a smile: "You also engage in blood refining?" He really didn't take the two Yuan Ying junior monks seriously.

The big beard said: "Call Ah San." When the warrior heard this, he asked: "Is it useful? Is there a pill-forming monk who calls Ah San?" "He is not a pill-forming monk..." The big beard still wanted to speak, but was Zhang was afraid of interrupting: "Let's fight first, and we'll talk about it later." He picked up the hard iron knife and chopped at random. The weight of the big knife was enough, and it was really enjoyable to chop.

He chopped randomly, and the black lines on the blade attacked the two of them like hidden weapons, forcing the two masters to dodge. They didn't know whether the black blade line was powerful, but their natural caution and the experience accumulated from many years of killing reminded them that they must pay attention to avoidance. , can't fight hard.

Zhang Ai asked while wielding his sword: "Ah San is very powerful? Do you want him to come? It's better not to come. I'm annoyed if there are too many people." In order to save himself from worries and avoid more and more troubles, he sent all the over a hundred divine snakes to him. Released: "Kill them both."