Demon’s Diary Chapter 857
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Chapter 840
Chapter 840: Master the Technique
Although this pill was only the size of a thumb, it was quite heavy in the hand. This pill was also very fragrant during the refine process, but after becoming a pill, it did not have the slightest elixir fragrance. Those who weren’t good at identifying elixirs would think that they were deceived.
Liu Ming watched quietly for a while, and he finally showed a knowing smile on his face. This elixir didn’t look good-looking, but a person with keen Divine Thought could still feel the abundant medicinal power in it. This was a genuine jingang bone tempering pill!
It was just that the purity was not high, just barely reached about 50%; a normal grade elixir.
After thinking about it in his mind, he put this elixir away and picked up another storage talisman in the same way…
In the following time, he concentrated on refining pills.
Time flies like running water.
After refining day and night for another year, the success rate of the jingang bone tempering pill finally reached 10%.
10 years later, the success rate had risen to about 30%.
In the 12th year, Liu Ming finally increased the success rate of refining jingang bone tempering pill to 50% through countless trials. In this year, he accidentally produced a flawless grade elixir.
In the 13th year, the success rate of jingang bone tempering pill reached about 60%, but the probability of refining the flawless grade elixir was still very low. As for the earth grade jingang bone tempering pill, it had never appeared once.
In the 15th year, Liu Ming barely increased the success rate of jingang bone tempering pill to 70%.
At this moment, he could faintly feel that he had reached a bottleneck in refining the jingang bone tempering pill. It was probably impossible to get more progress by investing more time in it.
And forge/refine the flawless grade elixir, not only depends on alchemy technology. Alchemy materials are also very important.
The small piece of luwu turtle shell obtained from Feng Qingmo should only a Real Pellet State early stage luwu turtle, so its quality wasn’t so good. Plus those auxiliary materials were also purchased in the market in a hurry, he was quite satisfied with such a success rate and be able to refine a flawless grade elixir.
On this day, Liu Ming refined another jingang bone tempering pill, then he kept away the elixir and launched a symbol.
Liushen Cauldron in front of him suddenly flew up and returned into his sleeve.
Liu Ming stood up, stretched his muscles and glanced at the corner of the space.
Not far away, Fei’er and Xie’er were still sparing no effort to cultivate their magical powers.
Fei’er had now transformed into 9 identical boys, faintly flashing in mid-air. The movement was quite dazzling.
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It seemed that he had noticed Liu Ming’s gaze. Suddenly, the 9 boys formed a formation and opened their mouths at the gas wall of a dozen meters wide.
9 clusters of gray fireballs spurted out and merged into a thick fire pillar in mid-air, hitting the gas wall hard.
“Boom!“
With a burst of gray light, the original solid gas wall was corroded by the ghost flames. The surface layer actually appeared to be melted.
In addition, the ghost flames seemed to be able to continue burning for a while.
“Not bad.”
See this situation, a hint of praise flashed in Liu Ming’s eyes as he complimented. At the same time, he moved his gaze to another place.
The girl in black tulle, Xie’er, over there seemed to have noticed Liu Ming’s praise to Fei’er, so she snorted unwillingly as she made a gesture.
The black tulle danced all over her body as countless yellow light spots radiated from her body.
The yellow light spots gathered above her into solid stones, then the stones gathered into a small mountain of about 30 meters tall.
Xie’er twisted her body, and gently pointed 1 hand to the gas wall in front.
The small yellow mountain disappeared in a flash.
A loud noise!
The small mountain of 30 meters tall slammed fiercely on the gas wall.
The gas wall was flashing wildly under the hit. Cracks appeared out of thin air on the surface, almost collapsing it on the spot.
“Great! It seems that you 2 have not slackened off in these dozen years. You both have shown some progress.” Liu Ming nodded toward the 2 of them and said.
After a few words of encouragement, he let the 2 continue to practice. He then walked to the Celestial Tablet not far away.
Liu Ming looked at the half-black and half-white stone tablet, and he always faintly felt that it was very similar to the luck stone tablet he had seen at the Tianmen Conference before.
He shook his head gently to shake away these thoughts, then he pressed his palm on the stone tablet and channeled mental power into it.
The Illusive Demonic Pupil on the stone tablet opened.
The next moment, he was brought into an illusion with only a dim sky.
Looking around, there was a barren desert. Countless stone pillars the size of a person was inserted into the sand sea. It looked endless.
Above the desert, the violent wind blew through the stone forest from time to time, making ear-piercing and screaming sounds of the ghost.
One couldn’t stand still in this stone forest.
Here was a special environment he simulated to practice the Three Shadowy Mirages Technique.
Speaking of it, he had been practicing this mirage technique for dozens of years, but he had not yet reached the perfect stage.
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Over the years, he had also spent a lot of energy on this practice. The reason why he didn’t achieve the perfect stage was that when he mastered 2 phantasms, he would encounter a bottleneck.
There seemed to be only 1 difference between the 3 phantasms and 2 phantasms, but the difference was worlds apart.
It was clearly written on the jade talisman that Liu Ming got at the time. When he practiced it to the perfect stage, he could cast 3 phantasms. Not only that, there would also be a special effect, which was materializing.
This effect was somewhat similar to the doppelganger technique of Demon Flying Skull, except that the phantasm materialization process could be maintained for too long. It also required a subtle control in power.
When the predecessor powerhouse created such a technique, he wasn’t aiming for the high damage of the phantasms, but he wanted to make it more realistic in order to achieve a higher confusing effect.
Therefore, the materialization mentioned by the jade talisman was to enable phantasm to have certain spiritual power fluctuations in order to achieve the effect of faking the enemy.
Liu Ming admired the predecessor who created this technique. Over the years, the Three Shadow Mirage Technique had given him a lot of help during the battle.
However, when he faced a higher level cultivator, the opponent would often see through his position.
The perfect stage of the Three Shadowy Mirage Technique needed a huge amount of time to practice. This was also the main reason why this technique had been shelved in the sect and had been lacking in attention.
This time, Liu Ming could still stay in this mysterious space for about 17 years after excluding the times used for refining pills. There was still plenty of time, so he decided to take advantage of this opportunity to thoroughly cultivate this technique to the perfect stage.
Liu Ming stood in the stone forest with his eyes squinted slightly.
Suddenly, with a move, he turned into a vague black figure that shuttled swiftly in the stone forest.
The gust of wind was like a sea wave, arbitrarily pushing the figure. The surrounding stone forests were also extremely dense. He needed to change direction from time to time to avoid running into the stone pillar.
Under this circumstance, Liu Ming’s speed was getting faster and faster, gradually forming a black line.
Suddenly, his figure became blurred, and 2 more fuzzy phantasms suddenly appeared beside him.
The 3 black figures were extremely fast. They had to dodge the stone pillars from time to time, so they formed into 3 black afterimages that plunged into the endless stone forest.
The deeper they went, the stronger the roaring wind became. The yellow sand that hit the stone forest also made a loud rattling sound.
1 hour.
2 hours.
After 5 hours, Liu Ming was already sweating profusely, and his physical strength began to be somewhat overdrawn.
The power of the wind and sand in the stone forest was extremely strong. Maintaining such a high speed against the wind for a long time would naturally consume a lot of physical strength and spiritual power. Moreover, he also had to control the 2 phantasms to adjust the direction in time, which caused a heavy load in mental power.
Even though Liu Ming was quite exhausted, he didn’t mean to stop at all. Instead, he was getting faster and faster.
He must adapt to the limit of the 2 phantasms so that he would only have a chance to condense the 3rd phantasm.
Only when people face their limits, will they burst their inner potential. This was also the most commonly used method to break through the bottleneck.
3 months passed.
This method was quite effective indeed, although the 3rd phantasm was still far from being condensed, his movement was becoming more agile and weird.
It should be said that he had already adapted to this harsh environment. While shuttling, he had learned to adjust the angle of his body to reduce the gust of wind on his face, allowing him to move forward without resistance.
1 year later.
Liu Ming had completely adapted to such an environment and gradually integrated into it. The impact of wind and sand on his body and the 2 phantasms were getting smaller and smaller; they could even be ignored.
He seemed more at ease in moving in the stone forest while controlling 2 phantasms at the same time.
But unfortunately, he still did not break through the bottleneck.
Although he kept trying to condense the 3rd phantasm, the 3rd phantasm appeared only for a moment before dissipating.
As a last resort, Liu Ming had to increase the difficulty of cultivation by doubling the density of the stone forest and turning the sandstorm here into a blizzard.
In the biting chill, the impact on the body was naturally much greater than the sand wind. It could also hone the cultivation of this technique.
TL: He only aims to master this technique? What about offensive techniques like the sword controlling technique? He has the new sword pouch right?
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