"What are you afraid of? If you just lose some energy, you will return to Dharma Saint in a month. In two or three years, you will be a high-level god again. Stand up straight and don't hinder me from casting spells."
There will be no divine punishment in restoring the body of the contracted subordinates, but Zhao Sicheng still treats it with caution because
Zhao Sicheng took out the bloodthirsty sword and directly cut off the little finger of his left hand, connecting the ten fingers to the heart. Zhao Sicheng didn't even frown as he squeezed out three drops of blood essence, but Zhao Sicheng's face turned pale. The growth rate is visible to the naked eye. The new little finger is as fragile as a baby and needs time to be tempered.
Three drops of essence and blood were dropped on a piece of Bodhi blood jade the size of the belly of a finger. The blood jade boiled. Then according to a specific order, various proportions of materials were added to the blood jade. More and more materials were added to the three drops of essence and blood. Catalyzed into a pile of boneless flesh and blood.
The severed finger was ground into powder, and part of it was separated from the flesh and blood. A large amount of Yuanjing coins were thrown in, and a skeleton was finally formed. While adjusting the size of each bone, innate vitality was input into the skeleton, so that The bones become reinforced iron bones.
Zhao Fu's soul was almost drooling when he saw this natural steel frame. The lich's occupational disease has become a habit. At this moment, he has long forgotten his fear and his mind is full of designs on how to cultivate this frame into a The perfect skeleton pet.
"Afu, from the looks of it, you like this new body very much."
"For me?"
Zhao Sicheng slapped his right palm, and the skeleton walked automatically, and finally merged with Zhao Fu's soul. Zhao Fu quickly absorbed the death energy in the space. The quality of this skeleton was much better than the original one.
A demonic force stabbed Zhao Fu's life mark. Zhao Fu felt that he was almost separated from body and soul. Zhao Sicheng shouted angrily: "Who told you to move? Stand still."
Fortunately, not much death energy has been integrated into it, but this part of the death energy must be driven away using the law of life. It outputs a variety of energy at the same time and loses three drops of blood. It made Zhao Sicheng's face look even paler.
Zhao Sicheng grabbed a ball of flesh and blood and created a heart in Zhao Fu's chest.
"Bang bangbang bang".
The Lich has no heart, but now it has a heart beating slowly. Zhao Fu, the Millennium Lich King, feels a different kind of emotion at this moment.
Warmth, you can feel the warmth if you have a heart.
Zhao Sicheng was busy using the pile of flesh and blood as materials to make liver, kidneys, intestines, bladder It looked extremely disgusting, and then muscles and meridians. Everything was a meticulous job, and Zhao Sicheng didn't want his men to be born with disabilities or be born with meridians disordered.
After two magic hours, he looked at the black-haired young man in front of him. Zhao Sicheng exhaled a filthy breath. Fortunately, he was a contracted subordinate and there was no disaster. He would not be so lucky if he reshaped his body for others.
The appearance of the new student Zhao Fu is 70% similar to Zhao Sicheng. With his deep eyes and the soul of the Lich King that lasted for thousands of years, the black-haired young man without any energy actually had an air of elegance. Such a gentle and gentle person is really not the material to be a coachman.
Look at the body made from your own hands. Zhao Sicheng nodded and said, "Not bad, let's put on some clothes and take a look."
Zhao Fu¡¯s movements were a little stiff. Zhao Sicheng asked: "Afu, is there something wrong with the new body? If there is a problem, you should tell me as soon as possible. It will be very troublesome to change it after cultivating energy."
"Ahahoh" Zhao Fu tried his voice a few times and said in a strange tone: "Master there is nothing wrong with his body he is just not used to having so much flesh and blood on his body."
"If you're not used to it, get used to it as soon as possible. I'm going to marry a concubine, and bringing an undead with me will scare the beauty. This body has all the magic talents. Ah Fu, you'd better not practice undead magic. You can also practice undead magic. But if you dare to turn yourself into a skeleton, you know the consequences."
"Yes." Zhao Fu also discovered that his new body was extremely talented and was very compatible with any magical element. Although it was related to the mental power of his superior god, within a few words, he never had any magic power. Ordinary people, skipping level 1 and level 2 of trainee mage, and advancing to level 3 as a mage. Such a promotion speed without any physical discomfort is a bit too abnormal.
Looking Zhao Fu up and down, he found that something seemed to be missing. By the way, it was a bow tie. He took out a fire magic core and casually made a magic core bow tie. He threw it to Zhao Fu and said, "Take it with you."
In fact, Zhao Fu doesn¡¯t like bow ties. He has not had flesh and blood for thousands of years. With more flesh and blood, he feels that his strength is suppressed. It is already uncomfortable enough. He also has to be strangled by the bow tie, making it difficult to breathe. Now that people had to bow their heads under the eaves, Zhao Fu still tied the annoying bow tie on his collar and endured Zhao Sicheng's unscrupulous scrutiny.
Not bad, deep eyes, elegant temperament, black formal suit, neat bow tieBefore the Mahayana period, it is better to be careful.
"Master!" Zi Wang immediately came to help Zhao Sicheng, feeling overwhelmed with gratitude. Originally, his physical aptitude was not good, and he had to work hard every time he was promoted. Now the young master actually gave himself an innate Taoist body. Without leaking a trace of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, cultivation would only get twice the result with half the effort.
"Well, the young master is not yet old enough to need help. Ah Fu will go catch the bus and have a good rest in the next town."
Zhao Yong regretted it. Seeing the young master's weak appearance, he didn't know how many years it would take to change his body. If he had known it, he wouldn't have said anything. Even if the young master wanted to change his body, Zhao Yong would admit it. (To be continued)
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