Chapter 149: Refining the corpse (3000 plus more)

Yuemiyama, Tomita Marunouchi.
During the day, the peasants worked hard and cultivated. At this time, when they returned to their homes, they were full of laughter and laughter, and they had expectations for the future.
This is naturally because of Wu Ming’s policy, and also ordered the use of money to buy agricultural tools, distribute it, and even lend enough rations to support the autumn harvest, but only charge 10% of the interest!
With so many things going on, it is natural that Wu Ming is respected and loved immediately, and even he has the eye of the sky. He can also see that the air transport is stable. This is the sign that the people's heart has been set!
Of course, at the cost, money is spent the same as running water, but Wu Minglian does not wrinkle his brow.
When cleaning up Futian Maru, he discovered the secret database of the wine-swallowing boy and found the equivalent of a million wealth.
With these, no matter how squandered, reserves are enough.
Even the accumulated armor has enough feet, samurai swords, long guns, bamboo bows, etc., enough to arm 500 people and more than enough!
This is naturally not the accumulation of the people of Tomita Maru, but the wealth of the original monsters! Because it is easy to come, Wu Ming does not feel bad about it.
However, the light must be accompanied by shadows.
Behind the sight of Yuetianshan Futian Maru in such a thriving posture, there are secrets hidden in the dark.
Wu Ming held the oil lamp and walked down the dungeon.
The house where he lives is naturally the home of the original wine-sucking boy and a large number of monsters. Although it is magnificently built, it is full of the atmosphere of Shura and ghosts. Even if it is purified, it is still not close.
As a big monster, the residence of a wine-swallowing boy is naturally not that simple.
In the underground, there is also a huge dungeon. In the past, there were women and children who were detained, but now, there is a large piece of space.
Surrounded by scattered boards, knives, hair, clothing, etc., it is chilling.
"Jun Jun, it’s time for you to dedicate yourself!"
In the deepest part, several warriors like samurai were held separately.
These people have obvious characteristics of murderousness, the tiger's back is bearish, the people are tall and tall, and because they are often with the monsters, they are also the most seriously affected by the demon power.
In the dim light, one eye is green, like a ghost.
These warriors are naturally Wu Ming’s deliberate squatting, and in the screening, the tops of the soil spiders screened out.
If the lower layers such as Xiangtai and Jianyi may be deceived or coerced, then these high-level executives are willing to work with the demon and drive them.
"The warrior like a ghost... Do you want us to cut our belly?"
A sly head with a green smoldering fire, smirked, his face full of a special expression of madness and tranquility: "If I turn into a evil spirit, I will come to eat your flesh..." Oh..."
"Even the most basic reason, are you almost lost?"
Wu Ming opened the door and stepped out. The leader immediately screamed and gave a beastly mourning.
"When did you forget the fear of the strong?"
The raft stepped on the face of the leader and buried his head almost in the soil. Wu Ming ruthlessly forced him to stun him.
Next to it, it seems to be the place of the slaughterhouse. Now it has been transformed into a large quiet room with a stone bench in the middle.
On the two sides of the table, it is filled with bottles and cans, as well as pots, pots and other utensils specially used for chopping and grinding.
A few large ceramic enamel surfaces, even a few stickers, from time to time flashing brilliance.
Wu Ming placed the head of the earth spider on the surface of the dark red, blood-soaked stone platform, and looked at the several pottery figurines. His eyes flashed.
The Tiangong ring flashed, and a strange secret appeared on the hand.
The twisted text on the surface of the secret, as well as the sinuous night fork pattern, are exceptionally conspicuous.
"Taiyin refining method!"
Wu Ming whispered and read the secret name of the same old priest who was originally from Zhou.
This kind of method is a esoteric essay of the corpse corpse. It can be used to sculpt the corpse with nine secluded qi, turned into a scorpion, and it is invulnerable. It is not unfavorable. It is divided into copper corpses, iron corpses, silver corpses, golden corpses, and flying night forks. Five floors.
Of course, there is a defect, only the silver corpse part is written, and Wu Ming does not consume merits.
However, although this practice Wu Ming had already gotten his hand in the past, it has always been a high-rise. On the one hand, he has the fundamental method of "Huang Ting Yin Fu Jing", and he does not see this. On the other hand, this method is hurt. Tianhe is more likely to attract criticism.
Of course, in the Fusang world, even if there is objection, what about it?
I don’t see those warriors and witches who want to gain strength and trade with monsters, not to mention the Yin and Yang divisions.
In the troubled times, only power is the strong, and everything else is worth mentioning!
As for the wounds and the resentment caused by it? There may be scruples before, but now the real person is in the business, fully able to withstand, even this grievance, can be purified at any time.
"These warriors have the power of monsters, half-man and half-ghosts, but they are not dead bodies, and they don't have to follow the smelting method..."
Wu Ming looked at the little white rat on the stone platform with some pity.
What he has to do is to use the method of the sacred refining corpse as a guide to transform the corpse of the corpse into a method of living and refining the body, and then use it with the demon power.
This is of course not easy, but it is a real eye, and there are half of the reference to the sacred sacred method. Finally, there are contributions from these mice, and you should be able to explore it.
After the birth of this method, it is naturally for those who use it.
"After all... you have to increase your strength! Now two Xiangtai and Jianyi, it is not enough to see..."
Wu Ming mouth with a smile: "The tyrants have some difficulties, they take the elite line... In the future, my subordinates, how can we not mix a 'four kings', 'six people', 'seven guns' and the like The name of the head comes out?"
The sturdy body and the use of demon power, once combined, must be created by the ghosts and gods.
Perhaps the swordsman who has reached the level of a thousand people is somewhat reluctant, but the achievements of ten people and 100 people are easy and no problem. According to the habits of Fusang, it is also possible to be named.
"And... once the number of piles is piled up, hundreds of thousands, to form a legion, even if the swordsman Juggernaut, you can only turn around and go?"
Since reaching the real person, Wu Ming feels that his progress has been stagnant.
Of course, in fact, it is still refined every day, but compared with the previous use of air transport, the speed of flying generally, naturally nothing, like a snail crawling, this gives Wu Mingxiu the illusion of stagnation.
"There is now running out of savings. If you want to grow your strength, you can only rely on external forces..."
He is actually quite clear that when he is less than twenty years old, he is on the verge of being a real person. In the door, he is almost a "foul".
According to Wu Qing’s words, there are also rumors that he has been able to prove that the monks can prove the real person’s career before the age of 50. They are already truly talented and talented, and what are they unsatisfied now?
Heavenly Masters don't even have to count on it. Under the circumstances without external assistance, at least one must be repaired!
"At present, in addition to the daily cultivation can not stop, accumulate, solid foundation, that is, silently farming, and deducting this intensive method..."
Before Wu Ming came to Daxie, he slammed his hand and the Zhang Fu was suddenly falling.
After the white light flashed, after losing the seal, the black gas of the silk came out from the mouth of the mouth, and even the shadow of the evil spirit's head was visible: "Blood... I have to eat more human flesh and blood!"
"Cut! The monster that is already dead, dare to do it?"
Wu Ming’s finger flashed on the thunder, and in a flash he smashed the black fog and reached into the shackles, and he found a piece of black and white flesh.
This flesh and blood creeps on the blue veins, and even beats like a heart, showing amazing vitality.
"Before killing the wine and swallowing the boy, and the bunch of demons, the flesh and blood collected is quite useful..."
When I came to the edge of Shitai, I opened a hole in the chest of the faint head and put the flesh and blood on it.
Hey!
The flesh and blood quickly absorbed the blood, suddenly squirming, and fell into the chest of this head.
Immediately, a layer of blue-black blood, emerged from the heart position, covered with the whole body, making this head look even more awkward, like a evil spirit.
"it's time!"
Wu Ming eyes condensed, using a brush to stain the blood red cinnabar, draw a spell on the head.
Nourish!
The vermilion's pen is in contact with the skin, but it is a burning sound, and it is white smoke.
A black symbol, as if it were branded, will come to the forefront.
After engraving a token representing the control and obliteration on the forehead, Wu Ming put down the brush and handcuffed it, and all the symbols were lit one after another:
"Taiyin shines, nine secluded qi, 魑 魍魉 魍魉, listen to my order, disease!"
Bang!
A trace of black air, suddenly emerged, wrapped the entire body of the leader.
Hey! Hey!
The creepy voice continually emerged from the stone platform.
Its black smoke is dense like a liquid, and Wu Ming's gaze is barely through this layer, and he sees the strange changes inside.
Under the influence of the power of the demon, and the role of Fu, the original body of the head was once again pulled up, the skin cracked, and it was constantly repaired.
The chill in the stone room became more and more heavy. After the forging of the nine secluded air, the skin of the white mouse first showed a thick layer of copper, and then turned into iron blue, with silver in the middle.
The silver is thicker and thicker, and in the end it seems to have its own life, spreading, as if you want to spread all the skin.
But Wu Ming’s face is not the slightest joy.
Suddenly, as he waved his hand, the invisible power wrapped the silver corpse and flew into a black hole, and the stone door automatically fell.
boom!
The muffled sound came, Wu Ming’s face was also depressed:
Failed...
(to be continued.)