Jin Ziming began to use the newly added soul energy to refine the flying knives, and instantly transformed into seven handles, and quickly stabilized them to prevent them from dissipating.

Then he began to condense new flying knives, the eighth, the ninth... the eleventh. His soul power immediately began to fail. Before he could control it, there was a "bang" sound, and all the flying knives shattered and dissipated.

He swallowed the second portion of lotus seeds and repeated the same procedure. This time he reached the thirteenth portion and then collapsed.

Jin Ziming kept taking it and refining it. As he swallowed more and more lotus seeds, the number of flying knives slowly increased.

When he swallowed the ninety-fifth portion of lotus seeds, he could already condense forty-nine flying knives.

At this time, he no longer increased the quantity, but used the last five lotus seeds to stabilize his soul.

Let the forty-nine knives gather together and form a stable array of seven by seven. The knives are surrounded by colored soul energy, and the tips of the knives tremble slightly, ready to be fired at any time.

Seeing that there was still white mist remaining in his dantian, he simply used the method he used when he was promoting and building the foundation in Jiuxia Temple.

The phantom alchemy furnace, black ice and conduit turned all the mist into a liquid state and merged it with his own colored soul liquid. This practice went smoothly without any unexpected incidents, which made the little bugs in the corner envious.

In my heart, I just hate how this little thief didn't get exploded, so that I could not only absorb the delicious food, but also regain my freedom.

Immediately it reacted, "Oh, you can't burst it, otherwise I will die too."


Chapter completed!