Chapter 72: Nurturing the Flying Sword, Imprint of Divine Consciousness (Subscription Request)
In a blink of an eye, a month had passed since Shi Jian returned to Maoshan.

After a month's work, Shi Jian was ready to start nurturing his own flying sword!

According to the records of the Shangqing Sword-Flying Secret, Shi Jian could of course also choose to directly ask a weapon-refining master to forge a flying sword.

but……

In today's world, even the Sanqing Mountain, which is the best at refining weapons, can only refine spiritual weapons at most.

Even high-level spiritual weapons are difficult to guarantee.

Although this kind of flying sword is acceptable and sufficient for the Foundation Establishment Realm, it is impossible to go further.

If Shi Jian can break through to the Jindan Zhenjun level in the future, then a flying sword of the spiritual weapon level will be unsuitable for him.

Therefore, Shi Jian chose to cultivate his own flying sword!

The method is also very simple. It is to absorb the Gengjin Qi, gather it into shape within the Dantian, use the spiritual consciousness to imprint it, and then use the true essence to nourish it every day.

It may take more than ten years at most or six or seven years at least. Once the flying sword is completely formed, it can be turned into a treasure!
It can change in size. When in use, it comes out from Dantian and turns into a three-foot flying sword. When nourishing, it is collected into Dantian to nourish the true essence.

The power of the treasure weapon will be much stronger than that of the spiritual weapon. Even if Shi Jian breaks through to the Golden Core True Lord in the future, he will be able to use it freely...

Wu Chenzi of course absolutely supported Shi Jian's idea, and even went so far as to look for items containing the energy of Gengjin for Shi Jian.

It took a month.

By searching among various sects, he was able to barely gather together items containing the energy of Gengjin.

Inside the bamboo house, Shi Jian looked at the pile of various minerals and black iron in front of him and took a deep breath.

Shi Jian had no experience in nurturing a flying sword in his Dantian.

You can only explore it bit by bit on your own.

Slowly exhaling, thunder began to gather in Shi Jian's hands...

Extracting the Gengjin Qi generally requires the Three True Fires magical power, but unfortunately Shi Jian had not learned it, and time was tight.

So they chose to use thunder to refine and extract the Gengjin Qi.

As the high temperature brought by the thunder itself melted the pieces of black iron ore in front of it, the temperature of the entire bamboo house rose sharply.

Shi Jian closed his eyes slightly, feeling the Gengjin Qi being extracted from the black iron ore.

Without hesitation, he took it all into his dantian.

They began to gather in a corner of Dantian...

As all the black iron ore in front of him was refined and extracted, Shi Jian also stopped his practice.

He then took out a Qiankun bag, which was the space magic weapon used by his master Wuchenzi.

Any space spiritual weapon is no weaker than a treasure weapon.

The same goes for Wu Chenzi's Qiankun bag.

As Shi Jian took out more ore and black iron, he began to extract the Gengjin Qi again...

This cycle repeated itself over and over again, and Shi Jian had already forgotten how many times he had come here.

All he knew was that outside his bamboo house, the ore black iron from which the Gengjin Qi was extracted had already piled up like a mountain.

When the last batch of black iron ore was refined and extracted, there were already thousands of Gengjin Qi in Shi Jian's Dantian.

As the true essence was mobilized, the Gengjin Qi within the entire Dantian began to gather continuously.

Finally, through compression and compression, it turns into a piece of Gengjin iron!
The thunder essence in the body wrapped it up, constantly refining and purifying it...

At this point, the cultivation of the flying sword is on the right track.

You just need to wait for the thunder source in your body to completely refine it into shape, and then you can use your spiritual consciousness to leave a mark on it!

Then the rest is up to time...

After the true essence in the body is nourished to the stage of a treasure weapon, it can leave the Dantian and become a real flying sword!
Three months later...

The Gengjin iron in Shi Jian's body has been refined and shaped by the origin of thunder, and a flying sword emitting a unique aura is suspended in his dantian.

"Finally, we can start the second step!"

After waiting for three months, Shi Jian felt a little bored, but in fact, Shi Jian's speed was not slow.

For ordinary cultivators, just reaching this step is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

If it is practicing fire-related magical powers, it would be fine, but if it is other magical powers, it may take several years to reach this step.

Now that the flying sword in the body has taken shape, the next step is to completely connect the flying sword with one's own spiritual consciousness through the imprint of spiritual consciousness.

From now on, the power of a flying sword will not only depend on the strength of the owner's true energy, but also on his spiritual consciousness.

So this step is also crucial!

During the past few months, in addition to using the essence of thunder to refine the flying sword into shape every day, Shi Jian also advanced a large section of the third volume of the Dragon and Tiger Body Tempering Technique.

The strengthening of the physical body is nothing, the important thing is that the spiritual awareness is already comparable to that of a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building!

He also gained more confidence in branding the spiritual consciousness.

Calming himself down, Shi Jian's consciousness came to his Dantian and began to imprint runes on the flying sword...

Every minute was extremely difficult for Shi Jian.

His spiritual consciousness was under great pressure, and after only one stick of incense, Shi Jian was already sweating profusely.

The rune imprint on the flying sword was only half completed.

Shi Jian continued to imprint the runes, enduring the dizziness caused by excessive consumption of spiritual energy.

By the time the flying sword had completely imprinted the rune, Shi Jian's lips and mouth had already turned pale and he was sweating profusely.

“It’s really not easy…

But I finally completed the second step!"

After slowly exhaling a breath of foul air, Shi Jian felt a lot more relaxed.

In the next few years, his goal was very clear, one of which was to improve his own cultivation.

One is to strengthen one's spiritual consciousness and physical body.

Secondly, through the nourishment of true essence, the flying sword can be born as soon as possible!

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The corpse-driving hall.

A few months passed in a flash, which was nothing to Elder Wu of the Corpse Driving Hall. Although the life span of a foundation-building cultivator was not very long, it was still around three hundred years.

Until now, Elder Wu has only lived for a hundred years...

But for Simu, those few months are very critical.

Every day, Simu has to learn countless things, and it is impossible to master them all.

In addition, it takes a lot of time to cultivate magic power, so it is difficult to say that he is proficient in Elder Wu's technique of refining and controlling corpses.

Elder Wu cares a lot about his disciple Simu.

After several months of hard work, Simu managed to break through to the fifth level of Dharma practice.

In addition, Simu started to come into contact with zombies himself, learning how to refine and control zombies.

Although Simu's performance was somewhat disappointing, Elder Wu still had no intention of giving up.

In the hall, Simu kept stamping his feet, with beads of sweat on his forehead. On the high chair, Elder Wu sat quietly.

"Forget it, stop for now."

Hearing this, Simu's sore thighs also got a rest.

"Master, this magic of summoning gods is too difficult. I can't summon any gods to help me."

Simu complained a little that he had chosen this magical power based on the advice of his master.

I thought it would be extremely easy to practice, but I didn't expect that after several years, there is still no progress at all.

Didn't succeed even once...

Seeing his disciple in such a decadent state, Elder Wu finally heaved a sigh.

The reason why Simu was unsuccessful was not because he was unable to invite any immortal or god to possess him.

It was because Simu’s talent was too poor. Several times when mountain gods were invited, they all looked down on Simu.

At this moment, Elder Wu completely gave up the idea of ​​asking for help from outside gods.

"My disciple, it's not that you are useless. It's just that your master hopes that you can ask the outer gods for help, and you are not allowed to ask our Maoshan ancestor for help."

As he spoke, Elder Wu pointed to a tablet behind him.

"Simu, this ancestor is the predecessor of our Corpse Driving Hall, so even as your master, you still need to call him Grandmaster.

This great master had reached the peak of the foundation building stage before his death.

After entering the underworld, he became a deacon of the underworld.

Now, he has broken through to the realm of Golden Core Ghost Emperor!

You come and burn some incense for the ancestor, and then try your magic to see if it can make the ancestor possess you."

Elder Wu had almost no doubt as to whether Simu could succeed, as the art of summoning spirits was a magical power that every generation of their corpse-driving lineage needed to practice.

The ancestors in the underworld would almost never refuse as long as they received a request from the inner disciples of Maoshan.

of course……

If you use the magic of summoning gods to easily ask the ancestor to possess you and tease you, you will be severely punished by the ancestor.

Simu nodded with some doubt.

Finally, he walked to the tablet, lit three incense sticks, and stood in the middle of the hall.

After one movement, his right leg kept shaking the floor, silently chanting a spell...

"Disciple Simu, please come to me, Grandmaster!"

In an instant, as Simu's voice fell, a soul flew out from the tablet and instantly disappeared into Simu's mind.

In an instant, Simu's aura began to surge, and his cultivation level, which was originally at the fifth level, increased rapidly until it reached the ninth level, where it stopped.

It’s not that the invited master cannot continue to improve his cultivation.

It's just that Simu's body can't bear the foundation-building cultivation...

As the ancestor took over and looked at the surrounding situation, without waiting for Simu to lose heart, the ancestor's soul came out of Simu's body.

Transformed into an illusory old figure...

"Wu Dafa, this bespectacled guy is your apprentice?"

Four eyes have returned to normal at this moment. Looking at the sudden old figure, he is curious but also a little scared.

Upon seeing this, Elder Wu immediately put on a smile.

"Disciple Wu Dafa pays respect to Grandmaster, may Grandmaster be blessed with good health!"

After saying that, he gave Simu a look, and Simu understood instantly.

"Disciple Simu pays respect to the Grandmaster. May the Grandmaster be blessed with good health and happiness!"

After saying that, Simu performed the ceremony of three bows and nine kowtows.

Upon hearing this, Elder Wu’s master nodded.

"I say, Dafa, how come each of your disciples is worse than the last?
This bespectacled boy looks like a cunning little fellow.

Forget it. After all, this guy is the descendant of our corpse-driving lineage.

Master has memorized his aura, and will come to help him if he encounters danger in the future."

After that, the old figure gradually disappeared...

Seeing this, Simu breathed a sigh of relief, and Elder Wu also breathed a sigh of relief. Every time he asked his disciples to invite the ancestor, he would almost always be scolded.

"Master, so your real name is Wu Dafa?"

As he spoke, Simu's frivolous smile was unaware of Elder Wu's now livid face.

“Bad boy!

You are dead! "

What awaits Simu is bound to be a beating...

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