Nine days alone

Because he suddenly woke up from the illusion, Fang Zhong couldn't see the final outcome. He didn't know whether it was the lonely figure or the bull-like monster who won.

However, the next moment he found that the hateful hallucination came again.

This time was even more precise and terrifying than the first two times, and it was much more magnificent. He saw a large number of mountains suspended in the sky, each of which was tens of thousands of miles high, and the top could not be seen at a glance. These mountains were suspended in the air. In the void, it is like a floating continent, vast and vast.

A lonely figure suddenly appeared in this world, he lightly raised his fingertips, and a drop of lavender liquid was dropped by him.

jingle.

After the purple liquid dripped down, it quickly penetrated into the soil, while the surrounding soil turned into dust and smoke in an instant, and then there were trees, rocks, all kinds of birds and beasts, a huge snake with nine heads, and its wings fell down. Hook, a strange fish like a hungry wolf. ． ． ． ． ．Everything is gone.

This time Fang Zhong didn't try to get out of this illusion. He clearly saw a vast and boundless mountain range like a floating continent that turned into a wisp of dust under a drop of purple liquid.

When he broke free from the illusion, he still couldn't recover.

It is really incredible and terrifying, a ray of green light can kill countless masters, and a drop of purple liquid can destroy a whole continent.

"It's so fucking crazy," he finally cursed after holding back for a long time, and when he looked up again, everything had disappeared, only the dilapidated stone bridge was still there, standing on top of the stone bridge Standing with his back behind him was a lonely figure, as tall and straight as in the illusion.

"You are," Fang Zhong was startled, his expression changed. Judging from the scene in the illusion just now, this aloof figure is an absolutely ruthless person.

"Come up," the lonely figure with his back to Fang Zhong said coldly without turning his head, and continued: "Since you can come here, it proves that you are already my successor, but as my successor Successor, I have to say, your cultivation is really bad, "

"..." Fang Zhong always considered himself thick-skinned and couldn't help but blush.

He could only be speechless about this, his own cultivation was poor, but he could be regarded as an upper-middle level in the cultivation world, but compared with this aloof figure.

Well, forget it or don't compare, there is no way to compare.

"When I forged this artifact, I never thought that I would meet a descendant with such poor cultivation as you," the lonely figure once again hit Fang Zhong mercilessly. On the dilapidated stone bridge, I stood behind the lonely figure with my head down, listening carefully.

"So, I put some life-saving and self-defense treasures in the back few floors of the palace, and now you will not be able to get them in a short time," the lonely figure continued: "I can only tell you now. What you can learn from the second level palace is the nine drops of the blood of the demon god, "

As soon as the words fell, a small bottle as white as jade appeared in front of Fang Zhong. The bottle contained nine drops of bright red liquid with golden luster.

The nine drops of liquid are incompatible with each other, and they are separated separately, presenting a crystal-clear spherical shape, suspended in the jade bottle, which is very miraculous.

"Just now you also saw that demon god with sharp horns like a bull," the lonely figure said again, "These nine drops of blood of the demon god are from my battle with him back then, and finally came from his body." The extracted nine drops of natal blood essence are a bit wasteful for you now, but forget it.”

"Remember, the blood of the demon god is unparalleled. It contains the power of the blood of the demon god. It has the most wonderful effect on the physical body. It is impossible to rely on it to improve the cultivation base, but refining it can make you Your physical body has been greatly benefited, at least, the ability to save your life will be stronger, "

"..." Fang Zhong was speechless, and put away the nine drops of the demon god's blood preciously.

Now he can finally be sure that this aloof figure is Mo Wentian, and when he thinks that the entire Jiangshan Beauty Picture was made by Mo Wentian, the little bit of self-confidence in his heart is completely blown away.

In Mo Wentian's eyes, even such a precious Demon God's Blood was not worth mentioning, and he directly tempered Fang Zhong's body, just for the purpose of being more resistant to beatings and prolonging his life.

Such a character, with Fang Zhong's current vision, is really hard to fathom.

"Okay, now I will teach you what you can learn in the second-floor palace." Mo Wentian suddenly turned his head, and two divine lights shot out from his eyes, directly penetrating into Fang Zhong's eyes At this moment, Fang Zhong didn't see what Mo Wentian looked like at all, and one message after another got into his mind.

This is a more domineering teaching method than the cramming method, directly engraving everything into the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness (Fang Chong's current soul crystal), this kind of pain is not trivial.

After all the light disappeared, Fang Zhong had passed out.

When Fang Zhong woke up, he found that he had exited the artifact space, holding a white jade vial containing nine drops of the blood of the demon god in his hand, and strands of information kept getting into his mind. The chaos caused him to have a splitting headache. It took half a day to calm down.

"It's true that my master has directly carved into my mind the knowledge I need to learn in the second-floor palace. If I were an ordinary monk, I'd probably collapse and die immediately," Fang Zhong shook his head with a wry smile, and said to himself: "The sea of ​​consciousness of ordinary people is still the ocean. Without a soul crystal like mine, the ability to withstand it is definitely not as good as mine. If other people accept so many messages at once, they must go crazy,"

Thinking of that aloof figure, Fang Zhong felt a surge of respect in his heart, splitting the mountains and rivers with his fingers, and waving his hands to attract the sun and the moon. This kind of person deserves the respect of anyone.

After spending ten days sorting out the information about the second palace in his mind, Fang Zhong finally understood Mo Wentian's intentions.

"Master shot those illusions in the second palace. In fact, they are not illusions at all, but his life. He is using his own life to tell me a truth. Medicine can save people or kill people. A elixir Can life and death human flesh and bones, but a wisp of poison can kill countless people, "

"And the knowledge of this second palace is all about poisons." Fang Zhong recalled some of the poisons he saw in those messages, and suddenly shuddered, "It's crazy, I didn't expect that there are poisons that can kill heaven Masters of the human realm, and even poisoned to death the existence of masters beyond the realm of heaven and man,"

"If I can master that kind of poison..." Thinking of this, Fang Zhong's heart was full of fire, but it didn't take long for it to be extinguished.

There are many poisons that can poison the masters of the realm of heaven and man to death, but it is not so easy to prepare and refine these poisons, at least, it is not possible to do it with Fang Zhong's current ability.

Since there is no chance of relying on poison, he can only hope in the nine drops of the blood of the demon god.

Finding a secret place, Fang Zhong took out the jade bottle containing nine drops of the demon god's blood, and carefully poured out one drop from it.

A drop of red blood with a golden luster was suspended in the void, spinning like a crystal clear ruby.

As soon as his mind moved, his thoughts guided the blood of the demon god to seep into his skin. In an instant, Fang Zhong felt a strange feeling, as if there were thousands of little bugs crawling around in his body, itching and Pain, the skin showed a sickly bright red.

"what......"

With a loud roar, Fang Yao clenched his teeth and tried his best to mobilize his divine power to refine the blood of the demon god.

Three days later, the first drop of the demon god's blood was refined by Fang Zhong, and now he has almost become a blood man, with fresh blood all over his body, which has dried and hardened, and has become a xuejia.

"Crack,"

As soon as he moved his body, the Xue Jia that covered his entire body split open, revealing Fang Zhonglai inside.

At this time, his whole body has a faint whiteness, his skin is as white as jade, his bones are exquisite and strong, and he has no explosive muscles.

But no one knows better than Fang Zhong what kind of terrifying power is contained in his body. Refining a drop of Demon God's blood has greatly improved his body.

Standing up abruptly, he felt the power surging in his body, the blood surging in his blood vessels, and his bones were like the best magical weapons, ready to deal the deadliest blow to the enemy at any time, even the tiniest strands of hair were stronger than The divine weapon of a middle-grade spiritual weapon is even sharper, an absolute humanoid weapon.

"boom,"

He punched out suddenly, and suddenly, there was a space ripple around his fist.

"This is just refining one drop of Demon God's blood. If all nine drops are refined, how strong will my body be?" Fang Zhong couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, poured out another drop of Demon God's blood, this time With experience, it is not as painful as last time.

For 23 days in a row, Fang Zhong was refining the blood of the Demon God. At the beginning, he refined one drop every three days on average, and then he refined one drop every two days on average.

The nine drops of the blood of the demon god were all refined by him, and only he himself knew the huge changes in his body. How powerful and perverted he was, he didn't look like a human, but more like a monster from ancient times. No matter how strong his body was, Or speed, flexibility have exceeded a limit.

"boom,"

Fang Zhong punched out, shaking the blue-black city walls of Shencheng swaying for a while.

He twisted his arm in satisfaction, and laughed loudly: "Refining nine drops of the blood of the demon god, now my plan can also start,"

The next day, after nearly a month's absence, the Shenqiangmen was attacked again, and the elders of the Shenqiangmen were so angry that they wanted to hit the wall. In just one month, their Shenqiangmen were attacked three times, and there were only a dozen people. The lineup has dropped sharply, and I believe it won't take long for him to have only one polished commander left.

At the same time, various news spread, and everyone in Shencheng knew that Fang Zhong had returned.

They didn't know that Fang Zhong, the mastermind of all this, whom they tried to chase down, was showing his ferocious fangs at them. ． ． ． ． ．