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A pot of hot blood exudes light, and every drop is crystal clear like blood diamonds, red glowing, transpiring, and the vision is amazing.

Looking at the gurgling bubbles, the little boy's throat shook. He knew that the blood contained powerful energy, which could wash the muscles and marrow. If you want to make your physique stronger, you will definitely experience purgatory torture.

Ye Zichuan watched quietly, with a smile in his eyes.

After hesitating for a while, the little boy gritted his teeth, then took off his clothes and jumped in.

"what!"

As soon as he jumped in, he let out a scream, jumped high, and almost jumped out of the stone pot again.

Ye Zichuan pressed him down: "If you want to gain strong strength, you don't have to experience suffering. Everything has to be paid."

The little boy's face became savage, clenching his teeth, wishing to chew his teeth into pieces.

Blood penetrated through his large pores, raging in his body, and every drop of blood contained majestic energy, washing his flesh.

But the blood was too violent, like a violent wild beast, containing that kind of will, extremely tyrannical, and destroying his body in a mess.

But he could also feel it, as the blood poured in, his physique obviously began to change.

This is just the beginning. If things go on like this, his physical body will definitely become extremely powerful.

He clenched his teeth, so that his whole body was submerged in blood, suffering the torture of purgatory.

Ye Zichuan looked at him, his eyes flickering, after a long while, he seemed to have made some kind of decision, and pointed his finger at the center of his brow.

Along with the influx of soul power, an obscure technique also passed into the little boy's head.

"this is……"

Feeling the obscure and mysterious content, the little boy was stunned, then ecstasy appeared on his face, looking at Ye Zichuan in disbelief.

"Learn it well, and see how much you can learn." Ye Zichuan said lightly.

The little boy's clear eyes were filled with gratitude, and then he nodded heavily.

He knew that this was his own good fortune and opportunity, and he might encounter this time in his life, so he definitely did not let it go.

This is a cultivation technique of the gods, and Ye Zichuan didn't know if it was useful, so he became a living doctor.

Even if it is useless, there is not much loss.

The people here are very strange, very strong, but they don't have a godhead.

He wanted to try if he could cultivate his godhead if he had a cultivation technique.

The blood water transpired, and the bubbles gurgled, and the blood water in the stone pot had dropped a bit, and it was absorbed by the little boy.

His thin body was a little full, flesh and blood were gleaming, radiating light.

Ye Zichuan stared at him and saw the flow of various meridians in his body.

I have to say that the little boy's talent is really amazing, and he doesn't know what species it is, he has a very high talent for spiritual practice.

That kind of exercise is the top of the gods, and Ye Zichuan didn't explain it to him. The little boy had already started to run it on his own, and now it was running decently, and he had already seen the way.

Ye Zichuan couldn't help but touched his chin. In the memory of the big man, the little boy was a bastard.

This is not the scolding bastard, but he was really born of two different species, not pure.

The big man even guessed that the little boy had the blood of a wild beast in his body, otherwise, how could he be covered with hair, just like a little monkey.

Ye Zichuan's eyes were a little weird, but he didn't think too much.

As time passed, the blood in the stone pot continued to decrease, and now only a half remained.

The little boy's body became full and strong, and even grew a bit taller.

The blood of the violent wild beast has been refined by him, and the power of the purest qi and blood has been absorbed by him, causing his own bloodline to change.

At the bottom of the stone pot, there are a lot of impurities, skin left by the little boy, and even broken bones.

This is a real reincarnation. He has completed a major evolution and his physique has been greatly improved.

At the back, the little boy sat calmly in it, his expression unchanged, and the blood of the violent wild beast could hardly affect him.

Now Ye Zichuan had some suspicions of believing the big man.

The little boy may really have half the blood of the wild beast in his body, so he can adapt so quickly and calmly.

It took a few days for the blood in the stone pot to be completely absorbed.

The little boy grew a head, his thin body disappeared, and he finally looked a little sturdy.

He felt the power in his body, with surprise and disbelief in his eyes.

It seemed that he had really changed into a different person, with a steady flow of power gushing out of his body, and there was an illusion of punching the barren beast.

Ye Zichuan stretched out a hand to him: "Come, shoot me."

The little boy looked at him and hesitated. He had seen Ye Zichuan's strength. I was afraid that he was stronger by dozens of times, but he might not be the opponent.

"I will suppress my own strength when I make a shot."

The little boy nodded, then he took a posture and rushed over into a flash of lightning.

Ye Zichuan raised his brows slightly, the improvement was indeed great, and it was completely like a change of person from before.

When the fist was swung, there was a slight sonic boom, and both the speed and the power were greatly improved.

Ye Zichuan stood in place, not dodge or avoid, facing the little boy with one hand.

No matter how he shot or attacked from which direction, Ye Zichuan easily blocked it.

When the little boy completely let go of his hands and feet, there was a thumping sound, and the powerful flesh was colliding, showing the most primitive fighting.

Ye Zichuan moved at this time and began to attack.

The little boy was suddenly stretched and tired of coping.

A few minutes passed, and with Ye Zichuan's last palm shot, the little boy flew upside down, hit a stone in the distance, grinning.

"you……"

Ye Zichuan just wanted to say something, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

A small figure leaped from the side, clutching his thigh, and a small beast threatening figure appeared from his throat, biting him indiscriminately.

Ye Zichuan raised his brows and lowered his head to see a thin figure hanging from his lap.

After seeing this scene, the little boy in the distance changed his face.

He rushed over and pulled the little figure away.

He looked at Ye Zichuan anxiously with fear in his eyes, and knelt down to him, his head knocked on the ground, banging.

"Okay, get up, I didn't say what to do with her." Ye Zichuan was helpless.

It was not someone else who bit him, but the little girl, only six or seven years old.

He probably saw the little boy being beaten up by him, and thought he was going to do it, so he rushed in desperately.

Ye Zichuan was somewhat interested in her.