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Yuan Futu's seven orifices bleed all of a sudden, and he felt that his limbs and bones, every inch of muscle, and every cell were suffering from the pain of explosion.

"It was so sudden, there was no defense at all!" Yuan Futu shouted out a hoarse voice.

Jian Twelve was also amazed at this situation, and said: "It's weird. In the past, disciples first visualized and then connected with these spiritual treasures. Only when the subconscious is activated, can the inheritance power be obtained, but this I want to pass on the Zhuhuang Sword to you, so take the initiative!"

Back then, Jian Kuang's strength had reached the realm of turning into heaven. Although the amount sealed in the Lingbao was insignificant compared to his strength in his heyday, it was enough to break Yuan Futu's natal pearl. After all, the strength of this kind of true essence was not his can imagine.

Faced with this situation, Jian Twelve also became serious. Although he has a very strong cultivation level, he did not dare to easily affect the energy in Zhu Huangjian. Otherwise, if there is a slight deviation, Yuan Futu will definitely explode and die. Death, after thinking for a moment, said in a deep voice: "This power is too different from your realm. The more you reject it, the more ferocious it will become. You try to guide it into the sea of ​​primordial spirit, step by step, don't act too hastily, how much you can absorb, It depends on your luck."

The vermilion airflow has completely enveloped Yuan Futu, like a wrapped cocoon, with black stripes flowing inside, containing inconceivable power.

Yuan Futu clenched his fists tightly, his forehead was full of blue veins the size of fingers, and he bit his teeth fiercely, relying on tenacious perseverance to resist this kind of pain, it was comparable to killing a sword into his body.

"No, if this continues, I'll have to explode. This power is so powerful. If it leaks out of the body, wouldn't it be a waste of this treasure? I must suppress it and absorb it into my body!"

Yuan Futu had already made up his mind, took a deep breath, concentrated his thoughts in his mind, observed the static and dynamic changes in his body, and saw countless vermilion imprints appearing in the sky above Yuanshen Sea, these imprints were quite large and small. Each of the hundred roads has a different shape, some of which are like lions, tigers and beasts, and some are like mountains and rivers, which are lifelike.

"This should be the barrier that seals the power of the sword madness. It's really exquisite." Yuan Futu has a little research on the formation now, and he was shocked when he saw those barriers.

Hundreds of barrier imprints floated above the Yuanshen Sea, and suddenly a mark exploded, transforming into a large wave of drumming true energy and pouring directly into the center of the Yuanshen Sea.

As soon as the natal bead touched this force, it trembled immediately, like a steel ball in a bell, and its chaotic color gradually became red and bright.

puff!

A mouthful of blood gushed out from his throat and eyes, Yuan Futu felt his chest and abdomen were about to be exploded, extremely uncomfortable.

Jian Twelve's expression became anxious, and he said: "If it really doesn't work, you can give up. With my strength, I should be able to pull out the Zhuhuang Sword..."

"Absolutely not!" Yuan Futu shouted before he finished speaking, and said: "The inheritance of Sword Madness is very important to me, otherwise I will return from the Sword Tomb empty-handed, and I will not die reconciled, don't worry... I can stand it!"

In just a few breaths, the infinite vermilion light had completely merged into the natal bead, and it became full from the original emptiness. Yuan Futu was astonished and thought to himself: "I'll go, just one seal has such great power, If these hundreds of paths explode at the same time, I will definitely die on the spot, what should I do?!"

Immediately afterwards, the second mark exploded, and the liger inside jumped out, rushing fiercely towards the natal bead.

With a bang, the natal pearl trembled again, and Yuan Futu spit out blood, as if he didn't want money, and Jian Twelve's face turned pale when he saw it.

It was with great difficulty that the power of the second mark was stuffed in, and then the third, fourth, and fifth marks exploded at the same time, and a large wave of drumming power rushed in.

"No!"

Yuan Futu knew that he was overplaying, and he let out a desperate call in his heart. At this moment, a little chaotic color suddenly appeared in the natal bead that had been infected into vermilion.

This chaotic color spread instantly, forming a halo, from bottom to top, like a filter, to cleanse the natal beads, and the true energy that was originally bursting inside was also completely absorbed, drop by drop. There is nothing left, and those surging forces are like mud cows entering the sea, and there is no news at all.

"what happened?!"

Yuan Futu suddenly felt his whole body loosen, and the pain that swept his whole body faded away like a tide.

At this moment, a big hand protruded from the depths of the natal bead, and directly grasped more than ten seals. With the sound of clicking, the energy in these seals was swallowed up before they even exploded.

"Good guy! This Chaos Spiritual Treasure is coming again, how much can it absorb?!" Yuan Futu was stunned. At that time, he had seen the Chaos Spiritual Treasure absorb external substances when he was in the Tongtian Sword Tower and when he got the fourth-level elixir. The terrifying means of energy, I just feel that this is like a bottomless pit.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of imprints have been completely wiped out, and the chaotic natal bead gradually expanded, and the volume continued to grow, while the surface of the bead floated faintly with traces of markings, as if to outline with a certain pattern.

At the same time, Jian Twelve, who was standing aside, suddenly smelled a hint of true essence.

This trace of true energy is not the power in Zhu Huangjian, but a kind of innate power without any attributes, chaotic and moist, revealing the ancient atmosphere of the prehistoric era, where the world is not yet divided, and it is a kind of pure, without any evolution. the power of.

Yuan Futu stared at the looming image on the surface of the natal bead with his spiritual consciousness, and couldn't help but frowned deeply. Seeing that the blurred lines outlined the image became more and more obvious, he felt more and more familiar, until the moment it was completed, he suddenly realized startled.

"This... isn't this the guy I saw in the dream!"

Although I am very familiar with it, I was still shocked when I saw its real appearance. I saw that the image on the natal bead was a golden skull, wrapped in a red and black tattered robe, with its head, hands and feet exposed, like a gold cast Generally speaking, with a dark golden brilliance flowing, he holds a huge black sickle, his whole body is burning with chaotic flames, and two groups of dark phosphorus fires are shining in his empty eyes.

At this moment, a beam of light erupted from Yuan Futu's body and soared into the sky, and in that beam of light, the golden skull became more and more clear, like a demon god descending into the world.