Nightmare’s Call

As the back of the hand keeps approaching.

Spitfire fat man's body kneeling on the ground began to twist and blur slowly, as if something on it was being absorbed by the silver pattern on the back of Lin Sheng's hand.

No resistance, no pain.

Not long after, the Spitfire Fat Corps, which was just constructed, was completely stripped out of the magic array and the only special blood in the body-Yanlong.

Lin Sheng felt the hunger on the back of his hand slowly disappear, and then retracted his hand.

The stripping magic array on the back of the hand was rapidly twisting and turning, emitting a faint silver halo.

The halo seems to be weaving together.

Lin Sheng looked at the monster in front of him.

The spitfire fat man who was summoned by him just now looks like a huge wax figure, and his body melts quickly into the most dense dense black mist.

The black mist dissipated in the air, as if it had never appeared before, and there was no residue.

‘It ’s dissolving, disappearing ...’ Lin Sheng suddenly felt a kind of enlightenment.

It was a special message formally fed back to him from the ceremony.

Less than a minute.

Spitfire black fat man's huge body was completely turned into black mist and dissipated in front of Lin Sheng.

He could feel the increased load in his soul and dissipate quickly. It was caused by the summoned monsters dissipating again.

"Don't know if it was successful to draw off the blood?" Lin Sheng had no regrets. He had expected this situation before.

This is just one of them.

Re-focus your eyes on the back of your hand.

Lin Sheng saw that the stripped magic array on the back of his hand had slowly condensed a small red blood crystal.

The crystal is like an illusion, suspended in mid-air above the stripping magic array. It is slowly growing at a rate that is visible to the naked eye.

Mo waited for five minutes.

The crystal has reached its maximum. It's about the size of a fingernail.

The silver pattern on the back of the hand slowly faded away.

Lin Sheng reached out his hand decisively, pinched the crystal, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Gollum.

He swallowed the crystal dry.

"Strawberry flavor ..." After a while, Lin Sheng smashed his mouth.

He had just tasted it, and a pungent pungent smell burst out of his stomach, spreading all over his body quickly.

The flame brought violent stinging, from the inside to the outside, making Lin Sheng feel like his body was burnt.

It was hot, hot, and the sweat had dried up as soon as it had leaked.

The temperature of the eyeballs in both eyes is getting higher and higher, like two hot metal **** embedded in the eye sockets.

Lin Sheng could even hear the hissing of his flesh being burned by his eyes.

There are waves of pain.

He originally thought that he had a strong and tenacious will. Under the impact of this tide-like pain, he soon collapsed like an avalanche, and then fell completely unconscious.

It is a pity that this process of blood fusion will not be terminated by the collapse of consciousness.

Abandoned warehouse.

On the ground, Lin Sheng's body was flushed, and his skin was like a cooked prawn, which continued to distort the heat slightly around him.

A lot of violent blood began to hit his flesh.

The blood from Yanlong is extracted from the summoned body dream monster, so it is actually reduced by half in concentration.

Therefore, Lin Sheng's fusion of the dragon blood is actually only half of the Spitfire Fatty.

But this half is enough for him. After all, his constitution is weaker than that of a fat man.

Lin Sheng rolled on the ground unconsciously, mourning.

The black feather swordsmen appeared around them, guarding them, quietly waiting for the fusion to be completed.

Time passes slowly.

Soon the light slowly dimmed and it was afternoon in the day.

Lin Sheng's tumbling slowly began to decrease, and the red on his body began to fade.

His body size has grown a small circle, which is less obvious from the outside. The skin seemed duller and no longer as white as before. But it's not black, but somewhere in between.

The light shone on his face, looming a touch of rock-like hardness.

Not long.

Lin Sheng slowly opened his eyes and sat up hard from the ground.

He felt a sore throat, fever all over his body, and his body was very thirsty.

"Sacred power has been consumed. It should be that I did not carry it when I was fused before. The consumed sacred power has helped me support the bloodline fusion."

Lin Sheng sensed changes in the body.

"Strengthened, skin becomes tougher ..."

He reached out and rubbed the crust on his arm.

That touch is completely different from normal people.

"If I really successfully fused, there should still be the most typical characteristic of the dragon's blood veins-dragon skin resistance."

According to the memory fragments of fat people, the most typical place for dragon skin resistance is to carry fire.

Because the Rock Dragon is also a dragon family capable of spitting fire, its resistance is mainly reflected in fire resistance and physical strike resistance.

It's like he tried his best to pierce the skin and muscles of the fat man.

Although this resistance is not strong because of the thinness of the blood vessels, if it is superimposed with gray marks and the Holy Blood burns.

That effect ...

Lin Sheng suppressed the urge to immediately try. He could feel his current body like a volcano, which could erupt at any time.

The state is extremely unstable.

Yanlong's bloodline has at least doubled his power increase at least, and the exact amount must be carefully evaluated.

Moreover, his physical strength, comprehensive skin resistance, and longanization of his eyes all require his ability to tap slowly.

"It takes a while to adapt .... The speed of promotion is too fast. I have now jumped to the level of the fourth-level soldier at least by now.

If you stabilize and master all changes in your body, even if you reach the fifth level, it is not a surprise. "

Lin Sheng weighed roughly.

After three levels, the promotion of each level is a comprehensive improvement of the fighter system.

If not, the strong men of the warrior system would not have been able to fight against those powerful legendary casters.

"Now I need to cool down ..."

Lin Sheng patted the ashes on his body and began to clean up the various traces of the ceremony.

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Wisteria Hill.

Located on the outskirts of Huaisha, this hill is an exercise mecca that many people especially like.

But at this time the weather turned cold, and the number of people exercising was greatly reduced.

Coupled with the end of the year, fewer people are here.

In the afternoon.

Lin Sheng was following the forest trail and kept moving forward.

There were trampled footprints everywhere on the road, and the grass on both sides was spattered with fine mud spots.

Maybe when it was raining, passers-by stepped on the mud.

On the edge of the winding path, there were occasional graves passing by, some of them stood with stones, some were empty.

Lin Sheng was breathing deeply, trying to release the blazing heat in his chest.

He felt his condition was unstable, and he was afraid that a fire would burst out of his mouth if he was not careful.

This trip to climb the mountain, I just want to find a few people, a quiet high place, ventilation, calm down the boiling spirit.