Chariot of Doom

Ye Hao finally decided not to waste such a good opportunity in vain. A spirit treasure as powerful as the God of Wind cannot be found, and it must be the purest state of the gods.

Thoughtful in his heart, Ye Hao didn't hesitate any more, he took it with one stroke, was blown in by thousands of winds, and then handprinted out, continuing to urge the spirit treasure to condense the group of Jinshen's liquid.

Ye Hao had a premonition that if these gods became more pure, the effect of his blood baptism would be more than imagined. There were not many black stone fish eaten in the underground black river last time, but the actual influence of the gods may be less than a tenth or two.

Now that Black Stone Fish has condensed so much, the ultimate Treasure Night, it is possible that he is really reborn and has reached a new height.

This process continued for another five or six hours, and in the blink of an eye, it became dark and night fell.

In Fengzhongshen, the small bowl of Jinshen's liquid was already a ball the size of a baby's fist. It turned out that Jinxia was all gathered together now, and the small ball of divine liquid began to turn red, bright red and about to drip, bright and eye-catching!

"Back to the basics, this seems to be the truth." Seeing the red liquid suspended on the stove tripod, Ye Hao was taken aback.

Maybe it was because he was too weak. At this time, he couldn't even feel the red spiritual liquid. There was a wave of divinity, as if all the divinity was collected in it, it could be said to be a drop of liquid!

"It's almost time"

Ye Hao was full of excitement. When he opened his mouth to inhale and giggle, the liquid in his stomach would flow like a blood-red god.

Beyond Ye Hao's imagination, the group of sacred liquid entered the abdomen, unexpectedly disappeared immediately, and spontaneously merged into his blood without any trace.

Feeling that every strand of blood in his body was really boiling at an extremely terrifying speed, Ye Hao didn't dare to hesitate, he braced his wrists, withdrew his energy, and put it into the Qiankun bag.

Then, he sat down hastily, his knees, and the whole body began to emit a red light. The red cloud rose into the sky, and the whole body split apart, as if it was about to be reassembled.

Ye Hao looked solemn. This time, he felt more than eating the head of the Black Stone Fish King in the dark underground river last time. He felt that his whole body was about to melt, as if a piece of ice fell into boiling water.

Within his body, the temperature of the air soared, baking rocks and dust, and Ye Hao's clothes turned to ashes for the first time.

In the end, Ye Hao felt that his soul was ignited, emitting the brightest light and heat.

This time is very different from the last time. The group of gods has been extremely concentrated, and the medicine has become the purest god effect, returning to the natural level.

In this context, Ye Hao no longer bleeds from seven holes like last time, and nearly exploded to death.

However, this does not mean that Ye Hao feels good now. In fact, this process of transformation, the extremely terrifying torment, at first seemed to be that the whole person was sucked out of the blood by some invisible force, and then, the bones and marrow of the body were split inch by inch from the outside, revealing new bones. Repeatedly repeating the excruciating pain of being pulled from the body as new bone regenerates.

This is a kind of torture that ordinary people can't even imagine. But with the support of God's endless divine power, Ye Hao's consciousness has always remained clear, and every minute of pain he can feel is real. The whole man is like being sent to level 18 of hell, tormented by various things.

He wanted to groan in pain, but found that there was no sound between his throats, and his whole body, like every inch of flesh and blood, had experienced this life and death torture.

This is a process that cannot be expressed in words. Ordinary pain can numb people to a certain extent, but the extreme pain caused by the fractures, flesh cutting, and blood exchange in every corner of Ye Hao's body is becoming more and more obvious.

At this time, Ye Hao, who was helpless, his body was no longer under his control, and everything was under the control of the liquid god, which completely changed, and even asked with all his concentration that he must not run, only his will was still difficult to support.

In this process, if the last vestiges of the will are annihilated in various torments, the loss of the divine effect of the pull of the will is immediately reversed, pushing the body in the opposite direction of transformation and on the path of its practice. The scariest scene of the soul!

At that time, this physical body will immediately become the purest spirit in the world. Following Ye Hao's current practice, the soul will also be extinguished in the next moment, and then disappear into nothingness.

The soul is the most terrifying end later, but now, although Ye Hao is just a blood-colored monk, he has also reached this crossroads while absorbing the gods.

However, Ye Hao dared to try to do this, of course, not to live together forever, how dangerous it is to baptize the blood with these real blood essences.