Chapter 332: Refining the Ghost Incarnation

In the Demon Cultivation Cave, Wu Yan sat cross-legged. Around him, five magic light pillars flickered and emitted dark red light, protecting him inside.

Above the magic array formed by these magic light pillars, a light wall ball with a diameter of about three feet, condensed by dark red magic energy, constantly absorbed the light above the five magic light pillars below.

This array is called the Five Spirits Blood Evil Forbidden Array, which is a kind of forbidden control array that Wu Yan comprehended from the magic treasure of the Five Spirits Wind Demon Forbidden Flag. This forbidden control array can not only restrain all ghosts and demons, but also continuously provide ghosts and demons with demonic energy to maintain their growth. It is truly magical and unparalleled.

Wu Yan spent ten months and five mid-level spirit stones and five high-level magic crystal stones to create such a Five Spirits Blood Evil Forbidden Array. Of course, it was not for research and fun.

But at this moment, Wu Yan's face was solemn. He made a hand gesture and held a blood-colored light ball with the other hand, chanting some strange spells. The blood-colored light ball in his hand kept flashing with blood-colored spiritual light as he chanted the spells, and its smooth surface began to deform irregularly. However, there seemed to be something outside the light ball, so that the things inside the blood-colored light ball could never break free from the light ball.

At this time, Wu Yan suddenly bit his tongue and spurted out a ball of blood. He used the hand gesture to guide the blood and made it fly to the blood-colored light ball in his other hand.

The blood touched the blood-colored light ball, but it did not immediately merge into it. Instead, it was bounced by a layer of blood light and slid away again.

Wu Yan suddenly opened his eyes and shouted: "Open!"

The blood-colored light ball in his hand suddenly cracked a crack with this urgent shout. Wu Yan looked ferocious, staring at the blood-colored light ball, and heard a strange squeak of laughter coming from the light ball, as if some ghost or something was trying to cause trouble.

"Evil spirit, if you dare to resist again, I will destroy your Yuanling!" Wu Yan shouted coldly, and the strange laughter in the blood-colored light ball stopped abruptly, as if it was extremely afraid of Wu Yan.

Wu Yan snorted coldly, but at the same time, his other hand pulled, and the ball of blood melted into the crack of the blood-colored light ball. After a moment, Wu Yan's mind moved, and he raised his hand to throw the light ball to the light wall ball above his head.

With a flash of light, the blood-colored light ball sank into the light wall ball. At the same time, the blood-colored light ball suddenly turned into a Yaksha blood ghost about ten feet high, holding its head and squeaked strangely.

Wu Yan ignored the Yaksha blood ghost's strange cry, and kept hitting the magic formula in his hand, hitting the light wall ball. At the same time, a small part of his powerful consciousness was split off and condensed into a green light ball the size of a fingernail. It was bounced into the dark red light wall ball and instantly drilled into the forehead of the Yaksha blood ghost who was holding his head and screaming.

The Yaksha blood ghost's screaming suddenly stopped, and his blood eyes became dull.

Seeing this, Wu Yan's face was slightly relieved, but his movements did not stop at all. He continued to cast various spells at the light wall ball. Every time after a period of time, he would open his mouth and spray a ball of blood essence into the light wall ball, making it sink into the body of the Yaksha blood ghost.

Five days passed unknowingly. A trace of spirituality finally condensed in the Yaksha blood ghost's blood eyes.

At this time, Wu Yan's face was pale and his mind seemed to be extremely tired. However, seeing that the Yaksha Blood Ghost sat cross-legged in the light wall ball with his blood eyes closed and began to inhale and exhale the blood evil spirit in the light wall ball as he requested, Wu Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief, patted his storage bag, grabbed a few nourishing pills and swallowed them.

In recent days, in order to sacrifice the Yaksha Blood Ghost, Wu Yan has consumed a lot of blood and essence, and his essence has been greatly depleted.

Fortunately, a trace of the ownerless Yuanling in the Yaksha Blood Ghost finally chose to succumb under the dual sacrifice of his essence and blood and consciousness.

Now, under the guidance of Wu Yan's consciousness, this ghost spirit began to merge its spirit body with Wu Yan's essence and blood. As long as this fusion is successful, this ghost clone will be half successful in the sacrifice.

With this five-spirit blood evil forbidden formation, Wu Yan is not worried about any accidents happening to the Yaksha Blood Ghost in the light wall ball. After swallowing the nourishing pill, Wu Yan closed his eyes to refine the medicine and recover the essence that had been consumed and lost in recent days.

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In the mine cave of Jiefeng on Jieli Island, Xing Xiao and Lu Chong were cheering up their respective people, competing to see who could dig faster.

Everyone could feel that the mine was almost exhausted, and it was not far from the day of returning home. Although everyone had different thoughts, they were full of enthusiasm and energy.

Wu Yan's generosity and trust, as well as his occasional guidance, had long made these people want to repay him. Under Wu Yan's influence, these people's temperaments were no longer as selfish as before.

If Wu Yan had offered such good conditions in the past, these people would probably have wanted to delay the work for a little longer so that they could get more spiritual stones and elixirs from Wu Yan. After all, such a good thing might not be encountered again after leaving Jieli Island.

However, before they knew it, these people's temperaments had slowly changed. Especially the leaders of these people, Xing Xiao, Lu Chong, Yi Qing and the Zhou brothers, all wanted to repay Wu Yan's kindness, so they supervised him particularly strictly.

"Everyone, work harder. I estimate that in about ten days, we can complete the task assigned by Senior Wu. Haha, by then, Senior Wu will see that we have done such a good job. Maybe he will reward us with more spiritual stones and elixirs, or even high-level magic tools!" Xing Xiao stroked his beard and encouraged the people who were working hard.

Everyone cheered loudly and waved the magic hammer in their hands more vigorously.

Pieces of black rock ash were knocked off by the magic hammer, and pieces of magic crystals were taken out, passed, and placed in a magic array in the center of the mine.

At this time, outside the Jiefeng protective array, Ding Li's eyes were like a venomous snake. After scanning around, he saw that there was no one around, so he couldn't help but probe his spiritual sense into the mine. After a moment, a sneer appeared on his face.

Immediately, he turned around and left, his figure sank into the depths of the valley between the two peaks and disappeared.

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Five days passed unknowingly.

That day, Wu Yan suddenly woke up from his meditation and squinted his eyes to look at the light wall ball above his head.

The Yaksha blood ghost inside had bloodshot eyes and spirituality. As Wu Yan grinned at him, the Yaksha blood ghost also made the same expression. However, the Yaksha blood ghost's appearance was too ugly and ferocious, so the smile looked unspeakably ugly and ferocious.

Seeing this, Wu Yan was not angry, but showed a hint of surprise.

"It seems that this spiritual incarnation has almost been integrated and refined. Now it's the last step of planting the pill." Wu Yan stared at the Yaksha blood ghost sitting cross-legged in the light wall ball with satisfaction and whispered to himself.

As he said that, Wu Yan patted his storage bag and took out the Mo Lin sword.

After a little hesitation, Wu Yan pointed the Mo Lin sword at his palm without hesitation and slashed it slowly. A wound more than two inches long appeared on the palm.

There was no blood spurting out of the wound. The blood was protected by the dark red magic aura and flowed unsteadily on the wound.

Wu Yan frowned slightly, and as his mind moved, he saw a large amount of dark red magic suddenly gushed out of the wound. However, the gushing magic did not dissipate, but followed Wu Yan's mind and flowed towards the light wall ball above his head.

After a while, the magic and the light wall ball connected together, forming a channel condensed by magic. This channel connected Wu Yan's magic bloodline and the light wall ball together.

But a black sphere the size of a walnut suddenly gushed out from the wound on Wu Yan's palm, and slowly escaped from the magic channel to the light wall ball.

As the black sphere escaped, Wu Yan's body began to twitch involuntarily, and he seemed to be trying his best to endure some unspeakable pain. Cold sweat also spread all over his body.

Wu Yan's eyes were always staring at the black light ball nervously. After a few moments, it paused, sank into the light wall ball, and floated in front of the Yaksha blood ghost. Wu Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

After a short rest, Wu Yan closed his eyes, and his soul tightly covered the light wall ball in an instant.

The black ball that was originally floating quietly in front of the Yaksha blood ghost suddenly moved again. At the same time, the Yaksha blood ghost suddenly opened his eyes, opened his bloody mouth full of fangs, and sprayed a ball of blood-colored spiritual light, covering the black ball, and slowly swallowed it into his stomach.

During this process, the Yaksha blood ghost's body couldn't help but tremble, his face twisted, and he seemed to be enduring great pain.

After a few moments, the Yaksha blood ghost's painful and twisted face suddenly relaxed, and then he closed his eyes tightly, and his hands kept changing seals, as if he had begun some kind of strange fusion practice.

Seeing this, Wu Yan finally relaxed completely, lying on the ground without any grace, gasping for breath.

This action really made him extremely nervous, whether it was his soul energy or his blood evil spirit, he dared not relax at all. Now, the magic energy in his body has been consumed again. However, this consumption is only the consumption of magic energy, and there will be no realm drop.

This sacrifice to the external incarnation is actually an attempt according to his own ideas, but what makes Wu Yan quite excited is that although it is a bit hard, it actually succeeds smoothly.

Originally, there are two ways to sacrifice this Yaksha blood ghost. One is to directly split the consciousness and let it sink into the Yaksha blood ghost, control its ownerless soul, and then control this ghost spirit to resist the enemy. However, if this is done, the power of this ghost spirit is very limited, at most it is only a little stronger than the puppet of the same realm. Another way is to use one's own essence and blood to refine the ghost into a "blood minion". The so-called "blood minion" is a little worse than the incarnation, but it can also be regarded as a kind of clone. But the consequence of doing so is that if the realm is not as high as this blood minion, it is likely to be attacked by this blood minion.

Neither of these two methods of sacrifice and refinement is what Wu Yan wants. Since he wants to sacrifice and refine, he might as well sacrifice and refine this ghost into a real incarnation. With this idea in mind, Wu Yan boldly thought of planting the extra magic seeds in his body into the ghost spirit body and practicing the method of incarnation. Now, it is obviously successful. It is only when this spirit body and the black dragon magic seeds are completely assimilated and merged that it can be considered a real success.

After Wu Yan rested for a while, he took out a magic pill and swallowed it, and then faced the mouth of the cave and began to breathe and practice to restore the magic energy.