Chapter 18 Yuan Division

The fat man's dark eyes were full of surprises and surprises, and there was also a feeling for the rest of his life after the disaster. Although the fat man knew very well that the current situation was still not optimistic, and the possibility of his own status was still very high, but at this moment, he, who should have died, still stood up alive, and the broken The irresistible breath of life burst out of the bowl healed the fat man's wounds in a few breaths.

As the power in his body gradually returned to the control of the fat man, the fat man's eyes, which looked at the broken bowl, once again burned the fire of desire for possession, and this possessiveness was stronger than any moment before.

After all, according to the function of the broken bowl today, it is no worse than the black magic elixir that the fat man lost before.

The shabby pottery bowl burst into an amazing green light at this moment, and the power circulating in the sacrificial tomb also stopped flowing under the impact of this huge breath of life, and the operation of the sacrificial tomb was suspended.

The resentment spirit with the figure of an ancient fierce beast is dull at this moment. He is quietly suspended in mid-air, and his vague consciousness is trembling. It seems that some kind of unforgettable memory has been excavated from the depths of the dusty memory. In a trance, the fat man seems to see in the two huge empty pupils. There are traces of tears.

Resentment and tears?

This is a question that I have never thought about before, and I don't seem to have heard anyone say it, or I haven't seen it in that ancient record, and there has been a resentment left tears.

The green life force wrapped the huge resentful figure, and a breath of life permeated the world. At this moment, Jun Lintian and Kong Yutong, who are in the sea of blood, are on the verge of collapse. The unimaginable erosion power in the sea of blood continues to erode the body of Jun Lintian, and Jun Lintian's body began to collapse in front of this huge erosion force.

An inch of flesh and blood is constantly corroded, and then turned into pus and became part of this sea of blood. As time goes by, even though Jun Lintian continues to urge the power of the wilderness in the abyss of the body to resist the power of heretics from the sea of blood, this futile method only prolongs Jun Lintian. It's just pain.

The flesh and blood disappeared inch by inch, and then the deep white bones inside were exposed. The white bones were miserable and ferocious. At the same time, Jun Lintian's beautiful face, which was more beautiful than a woman, also completely became hungry and blurred. Kong Yutong, who was pulled by Jun Lintian, felt the breath of life of Jun Lintian's life was passing rapidly.

Jun Lintian is struggling, but the more Jun Lintian struggles, the more heretical corrosion forces flow into Jun Lintian's body in the sea of blood.

At the moment when Jun Lintian was about to collapse, in the perception of Jun Lintian and Kong Yutong, the disordered world suddenly quieted down. It seemed that time stopped flowing, and the space seemed to be frozen. All the power free in the void and the sea of blood was frozen. At the same time, the huge and terrible in Jun Lintian's body was terrible. The smell of the heretical corrosion force has also been completely fixed.

The fixed heretical corrosion power is like a lamb that can be slaughtered quietly floating in Jun Lintian's body.

In Jun Lintian's mind, in the dark abyss of the wilderness, the power of the wilderness is boiling, and a huge power of the wilderness flows back into Jun Lintian's body. The moment when this new wilderness power comes into contact with the huge heretical corrosion power in Junlintian's body Well, the fixed heretical corrosion force melted little by little, and then slowly flowed into Jun Lintian's mind along Jun Lintian's body.

This melted heretical force turned into the purest source of power, which was burned by the pulse-print power, and then directly melted into the dark abyss of the wilderness.

The abyss of the wilderness, which has never changed, is expanding at a speed that can be seen with the naked eye, and at the same time, the king touched the bottleneck of the Yuan master level. "Do I want to break through the shackles of the ninth level of martial arts and step into the Yuan master level? It seems that misfortunes and blessings depend on each other. It's a blessing or a misfortune. In the end, they both said twice. Jun Lintian sighed in his heart, and at the same time, the lost vitality of Jun Lintian also returned to Jun Lintian's body little by little the effect of blood clotting fruit.

In the sea of blood, Jun Lintian experienced nine deaths, while Kong Yutong barely survived under the protection of the power of the pulse seal. When Kong Yutong felt the recovery of Jun Lintian's life little by little, the worried heart slowly fell down.

At this moment, in the sky of the blood sea, in the sacrificial tomb, the tattered pottery bowl burst out of the power of the sacred objects, and the green light contained the most faint breath of life. At this moment, the wound on his body was completely healed under the warmth of this green breath of life. In the dark pupil, he looked at the broken one. The eyes of the bowl became hotter.

The resentment spirit, the resentment spirit with the shape of a wild beast. At the moment when the green breath of life enveloped it, the originally irritable resentment suddenly calmed down, and a sad atmosphere enveloped the resentment spirit.

The dark silk is changing, and the resentment of the fierce beast with the sky level in front of him shrinks little by little, and then turns into a human shape again.

In the fat man's small eyes, when the black silk threads were scattered, a handsome middle-aged man suspended in mid-air, with his angular facial features, as if cut with a knife, and there was this compelling heroism between his eyebrows. The dark and deep eyes were calm, and the clearly-lined muscles were like dragons. Around, just on the perfect figure, one more is too much, one less is not enough.

The middle-aged man stared at the broken bowl suspended in mid-air and still burst out with a strong breath of life. The empty color in his eyes had faded, and it seemed that the blurred memory under the endless years had become clear again, but his compelling eyes were full of tears.

"So...Suer, is that you?" A soft call echoed silently in the sacrificial tomb.

Middle-aged man, that is, the previous resentment, Guangxuan!

He quietly looked at the broken bowl, but the tears in his eyes flowed out like a flood of the dike. There were countless self-blame in his dark pupils. Even though Guangxuan had endured unimaginable suffering for endless years, but now, when everything changed, when Guangxuan could feel it again When Dao engraved the breath of the figure in the depths of his mind, Guangxuan suddenly felt that the suffering for countless years was worth it.