Emperor of Nine Suns

Chu Chen's heart moved, and he almost subconsciously immediately sat cross-legged and activated his spiritual power to resist. A faint light red halo spread from his body surface, like a thin mask to resist the vast surroundings. The smell of death.

"Huh? This seems to be...the Death Breath of the Fallen Demon! It's actually the real Death Breath of the Fallen Demon!!"

With a low scream, Chu Chen's chest suddenly moved, and a small hamster head popped out and screamed loudly.

"Boy, don't panic. For others, this Death Demon's Death Breath is a source of endless disaster and must be resisted with all your strength. But for you, it is a super spiritual energy that greatly nourishes you. If you find a treasure, there will be many benefits!"

"Huh? What... is the Death Breath of the Fallen Demon?"

Chu Chen, who was in the storm, was stunned for a moment, "This... death aura is so strong, how could it be absorbed as spiritual energy?"

"Of course, when did I ever fool you?"

The little hamster glanced at him impatiently.

"The so-called Death Breath of the Demon Lord refers to the aura left behind by a strong man who has reached the Demon Lord level after his physical body is destroyed and his soul collapses. This breath is accompanied by the demonic energy that the Demon Lord cultivated during his lifetime. The essence can be said to be the essence of military strategy!"

"A demon king was defeated in this cell?" Chu Chen's mouth twitched slightly.

"Yes, it's Bingjie. Generally speaking, this kind of Bingjie essence cannot be absorbed because it is mixed with a huge amount of death aura."

"Um."

"However, you are equipped with heavenly fire. You can use the power of heavenly fire to completely refine the impurities in this death energy, leaving the most refined and pure trace of the original soldier's spiritual energy to temper the physical body, which is used to build an innate combat body. Excellent treasure!"

The little hamster was spitting all over the place, becoming more and more excited as he talked.

"Once you cultivate into an innate combat body, the strength of your physical body will be greatly increased, and the body's healing power, resistance, etc. will be greatly enhanced. In the future, if you cultivate to the extreme, you can even directly become a saint in your physical body!!"

"Um?!"

Only monks who have advanced to the Lingxi Realm can begin to refine the innate combat body.

The battle body is the first stage of physical sanctification. Most people practice the battle body just to make themselves less likely to die in battle.

Because as the strength becomes stronger,

The easier it is to kill others, the easier it is to be killed by your opponent.

Choosing to cultivate a combat body is to increase the chance of survival. Almost no one dares to hope for the physical body to become a saint.

Although Chu Chen has not advanced to the Lingxi Realm, his strength has far exceeded that, and it is no problem to cultivate the innate combat body.

Chu Chen's eyes narrowed and he immediately retracted the sky fire shield for external protection.

The mighty Death Breath of the Fallen Demon rushed into his skin, flesh, muscles, and bones like a sea tide.

Sensing the invasion of foreign objects, the Heavenly Fire in the Dantian area suddenly changed, and a blazing heat filled the entire body.

Under this scorching burning, the vast death breath of the fallen demon evaporated like ice and snow under the scorching sun, leaving only the most essence of colorless spiritual fire that submerged into Chu Chen's flesh and blood. Subtly tempering his flesh and blood body.

At this moment, if anyone could see into the depths of darkness, they would be shocked by this scene!

A young man sat cross-legged, and with the naked eye he could see the tidal black death aura rushing into his body like giant black dragons, and then rushing out of his body again.

Between the in and out, it was obvious that the black dragon had become much thinner, as if he was constantly absorbing some essence...

This death prison, which was so terrifying in the eyes of others, has now become a holy place for Chu Chen to practice!

Deep in Guitou Prison, in a long and narrow passage.

A beautiful woman in red clothes walked silently like a ghost. Behind her were four tall and burly black-armored jailers. The five of them walked together, giving off a strange and eerie feeling.

The five men were apparently on patrol.

"The quality of this year's new disciples seems to be good."

The beauty in red said calmly, and the tall black-armored guard behind her immediately made a hoarse and flattering voice, "Indeed, it is said that the most unlucky person this year has actually been chosen to die, and is still alive. "

"oh?"

The beauty in red's beautiful eyes flashed slightly, "There is a new disciple with such a tough life, I want to see it."

The woman in red clothes moved, and her figure floated up, without even touching the ground. Her body seemed to be able to fly several feet away with just a slight movement. She looked as light as a ghost.

Behind her, several black-armored guards followed her step by step without even daring to make a sound, with a look of deep awe on their faces.

When the woman in red arrived outside the prestigious death cell, the two black-armored guards immediately bowed to her. Just as she was about to say hello, she raised her hand to signal them to be quiet.

Through the iron gate, she saw a young man in gray sitting cross-legged in the darkness, seemingly trying to resist the impact of the death aura around him.

It can be seen that the breath of death has transformed into thick black smoke, which is about to completely bury the young man's figure.

"It's been half an hour and you're still not crazy yet? This guy's endurance is quite good."

A hint of surprise flashed across the cold and indifferent face of the woman in red, but this surprise soon turned into regret, "It's just a pity, I haven't even reached the Lingxi realm, my cultivation is too low, I can't resist it at all. The invasion of the fallen demon's death breath. If this kid doesn't leave as soon as possible, he will be eroded too deeply by the fallen demon's death breath and will definitely die."

"Your Majesty, if this is the case, should we remind him and let him come out as soon as possible?" A black-armored guard at the door of the death cell hesitated and asked respectfully.

"Remind him? Why?"

The woman in red glanced at him lightly, and her eyes fell on the young man in gray again deep in the prison.

"No need to remind him, he should understand better than anyone else that this is his own choice."

With a slight cold snort, the woman in red turned around and left: "Let's go and see how the other new disciples are doing. If this kid dies, please tell me."

When the busy woman in red came to this abyss cell for the second time, it was already more than two hours later.

"This kid is not dead yet?"

When the woman in red stood outside the door, looking at the figure still sitting silently in the death cell from a distance.

She showed a trace of doubt, "What's going on? Even a monk in the middle stage of Lingxi Realm cannot stay here for an hour. He has been here for more than two hours, and he can still sit still?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, this boy is not only fine, but the aura on his body seems to be becoming more and more condensed."

The black-armored guard standing guard said respectfully.

"oh?"

The red-clothed woman's pupils suddenly dilated a lot, "You...you mean, he used the Death Demon's Death Breath to sharpen his aura and practice here?"

The black-armored guard looked hesitant, scratched his head and said, "Although I think it's outrageous, I think he seems to be practicing..."