Nightmare’s Call

Lin Sheng quickly inspected each of the eagle holes, and his goal was very clear, that is to find the second black book, find the cultivation technique and the fusion technique.

Soon, in just ten minutes, he found dozens of eagle holes.

This search was not in vain, and soon he found the second black book at the top right eagle **.

Ramana Center Wheel-Cultivation.

"That's it!" Lin Sheng opened the black book lightly and saw the title of the content inside.

The contents of the book and the previous purification are continued. Lin Sheng has already memorized the content of the previous book. At this time, when seeing this book, it is natural to associate them together.

There isn't much in culture, there is only one layer after layer, the extremely complicated triangle normal ritual.

In Lin Sheng's absorbed memory, there are also very few related to the law circle, at this time a little interpretation of the effect of this law circle.

"It seems to be a ritual of energy conversion ..." He was not well versed in rituals.

There are too many types of rituals, runes used, patterns, basic formations. The rituals of each category are far apart.

The only thing he was familiar with was the summoning ritual of the Black Feather City system, which was his usual use, but the ritual system of the Black Feather City was independent and different from this.

Not afraid to delay time, Lin Sheng carefully began to memorize this energy transformation ritual, forcibly applied some simple memory methods, and began to memorize it bluntly.

Remembering it over and over again, Lin Sheng tried to memorize it as much as possible.

Until the fourth review, a familiar second hand sounded slowly in his ear.

Da Da Da Da ...

Everything in front of Lin Sheng's eyes was slowly blurred. He picked up the black book and hid in the corner of the Eagle's Den. His arm was digging fiercely against the wall.

In a blink of an eye, a concealed depression was enough to hide him, and he was dug out.

Lin Sheng hurriedly curled up and hid in.

As soon as he hid, as soon as his eyes became dark, his consciousness fell into a haze.

Time passes slowly.

I don't know how long it has been, Lin Sheng slowly sobered up.

Opening his eyes, he got down from the bed, walked quickly to the desk, pulled out his pen and paper, and drew his ritual array just as quickly as his jerks.

Lin Sheng was relieved after finishing drawing and checking carefully several times.

Looking up out of the window, across the curtains, it was still dark outside.

Lin Sheng picked up the blank paper on which the ceremony was drawn, rolled it into a ball, and slowly walked out of the bedroom.

Taking advantage of the night, he quickly left the castle of the mind and exited the invisible exit of the space distortion.

Miga at dawn has a completely different landscape from Celine West Wheel.

As the second-tier city of the Mega Standard, Hengrui Kara is not a modern metropolis, although it is not as good as the most prosperous ones.

Lin Sheng quickly returned to the room in the residential building that Adolf rented for him.

The hoarding of various materials he used to summon here is also the best hiding place for his experimental rest on weekdays.

After closing the doors and windows and closing the curtains, Lin Sheng quickly enlarged the ritual matrix he drew with his scanner and photocopier to print a larger matrix.

Printing uses stitching technology to divide the ceremony into many small pieces, which are enlarged after being merged. Is one of the biggest.

It took less than half an hour, and a ritual array of the right size was tinkered with by Lin Sheng's familiar road and placed on the ground.

The test ceremony is simple.

According to the record in the black book, Lin Sheng bit his finger and squeezed a drop of blood, leaving a blank space on the right side of the ceremony.

Then stand to a blank space on the left.

No starter and no additional material required.

All that is needed is soul power.

Lin Sheng controlled the soul power, slowly like a stream, injected into the interface of the ritual matrix method.

He doesn't have much else, he has the most soul power. He probably estimated that if it is simply converted, it is equivalent to thousands of times of ordinary people.

The primitive ritual formation on the ground was originally rude. After the soul power was injected, the entire formation began to rise slowly and faintly silver smoke.

These silver fumes, like living things, poured into Lin Sheng's body consciously, but after a moment of effort, Lin Sheng felt that the blood in his body was increasing inexplicably.

"It should be fine!" He quickly stopped the infusion of soul power.

The ceremony stopped immediately.

He just cultivated his own ordinary blood using rituals, which was transformed into blood by inputting soul power and generated directly in the body.

The effect is simple and easy, which is a bit more expensive. No one except him estimated to dare to use it.

If he could not absorb the soul, he would not dare to splurge like that. The soul is squandering too much, once it is broken, it will be mentally disabled ...

"Test a few more times to see if there are any problems ..."

Lin Sheng is a bit uneasy. This is different from purification. Now the blood of Yanlong has been purified to a very strong level.

The most important thing is that the quantity has become too small. Only a little bit, once the culture fails, it will lose blood.

So he couldn't help being careless.

Lin Sheng carefully dripped blood again and retested the operation of the next ceremony. And tested out the weight ratio between soul power training their own blood.

The soul power of a summoned soldier, after consumption, can cultivate about one kilogram of blood.

The conversion rate is very low, it can be said to be wasteful.

But Lin Sheng had no choice. This was his only hope to strengthen his blood.

Bloodline enhancement is the key.

Once the strengthening is successful, the strength of the body will increase, and when the strength of the body is increased, it will increase the level of the Holy Power.

Buckle one ring. By that time, Lin Sheng's own strength growth will reach an extremely exaggerated degree.

Checking the ritual formation again, Lin Sheng looked at the wall clock, 5:43.

"Let's get started." He stood on the ceremonial seat again. Close your eyes.

Raising his finger, he hung it to another blank space in the ceremony, and the blood of the dragon dragon flowed rapidly inside him.

Under the help of the Holy Power, a drop of gold-like blood slowly leaked from the tip of the finger and dripped.

Snapped.

The moment when golden blood fell on the blank space of the ceremony.

Lin Sheng suddenly injected soul power.

Massive soul power is like a river, swarming from the array entrance.

Huh! !!

The silver light illuminates from each stripe path on the ritual formation, and a large amount of silver smoke evaporates and rushes towards Lin Sheng's body.

Huh!

Huh!

Huh!

Huh! !!

Silver pillars of light shot out of the formation quickly and landed precisely in the center of Lin Sheng's chest.

For a time, the veins of the rock dragon in Lin Sheng's body seemed to get some kind of active enhancement, and quickly began to devour the silver smoke and grow stronger.

But this growth rate is not fast.

Lin Shengning controls the infusion of soul power. He has his own cordon, and he must ensure that the soul power of the leader such as the night king is sufficient.

In addition to the soul load of the commanders, he can also consume the soul power of more than 30 summoned soldier units.

The soul power is continuously consumed, and the ritual matrix transforms a large amount of silver mist into the forest.

The dragon's blood in his body, the blood of gold, is growing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Previously, he purified all the dragon veins to condense, with only five poor drops.

At this time, as the soul of a unit is continuously injected and transformed, five drops of gold blood are growing at a slow rate.

Five drops.

Six drops.

Seven drops.

Eight drops.

....

Ten minutes later, the blood of gold reached sixteen drops, Lin Sheng slowly opened his eyes, and a gleam of gold flashed under his eyes.

"Not enough ... far from enough!"

He looked at the dim silver curtain around him.

"I need more souls ...... more!"

He felt the blood in his body boiled, and if he was half-dragonized before, he would be able to fight below level six.

Well, now he has at least three times more explosive power than before, and his skin toughness is much stronger.

He even doubted that he could reach level 5 or level 6 with this physical strength and defense alone.

"Increased physical strength, in addition, can improve the Holy Power ..." Lin Sheng put away the ritual formation and turned to leave the room.

As for the soul, the so-called Wan En religion may surprise him.