Chapter 8, refining the dark storm with blood, I am lonely Luo Lihua
"With my blood as the guide, take my body as the tripod. With the sword in my hand, I will transform the soul of three lives! Blood refining! Dark Storm!"
"Boom--"
God-given the whole person burned, and the blood-red fire surged out of his one hundred and eighty thousand pores.
This ignites the blood of the whole body and turns it into the fire of life.
The dark storm dispersed, and 180 million runes rotated and fell into the fire of God-given life.
Use the fire of life and blood to refine the artifact until the artifact has been refined into life, and the three lives and three generations cannot be separated.
God-given life is two thousand years, but as the blood refining continues, his life is constantly decreasing.
1,500 years, 1,300 years, 1,000 years, 500 years, 300 years•••••
With only 300 years left in life, God has felt that the dark storm has been completely integrated into his life.
However, the blood refining has not been completed yet!
God's gift once again fiercely burned the fire of his life, with 180 million runes. In the long river of his life, he shines, heats, flashes and shakes.
Wang-Wang-Wang-Wang-
Life is burning. Finally, there are only a hundred years left for God-given life.
180 million runes exploded at the same time, revealing the original face.
A dark flower emerges in God-given life.
That flower is indescribable in words.
I can only see a large mass of darkness, floating, blooming, and telling the eternal loneliness.
"Who is disturbing my sleep?"
"Who is it to wake me up in nothingness?"
"I am, Lonely Luo Li!"
These three sentences resound in the life of God-given. The ears can't hear them, and the eyes can't see them. Only the life given by God can be sensed.
"I want to turn into Luo Li with your body and your soul."
He responded quietly. He felt Luo Li's will. Luo Li's spirit was so lonely, and the vicissitudes of life were not as good as Luo Li's eternity.
"I sleep for ten thousand years."
"I will never die."
"My life is a lonely life."
"With my body, I will become your body."
"With my soul, become your soul."
"Receiving my order, lonely Luo Li!"
With the last sound falling, a will quickly condensed on Tianci's body, which was the lonely Luo Li's will that Tianci felt.
A black swaying flower blooms quietly in the small world.
This is the lonely Luo Lihua.
At this moment, Tianci finally succeeded in condensing the Dharma of heaven and earth.
His appearance of heaven and earth is lonely Luo Li.
To some extent, the gift itself is Luo Li.
Even if there is an afterlife from God, Luo Li's will will not dissipate.
Tianci was stunned for a moment, and he felt as lonely as Luo Li.
He felt that he was a Luo Li flower. As long as he bloomed, the world would lose its color.
Suddenly, the true dragon yuan god flew out of the heavenly spirit cover, chanting and wandering.
A five-clawed real dragon, a lonely Luo Li, they are all so lonely.
For a long time, God gave up the yuan god and Dharma phase, walked out of the small world, and began to think about the future.
It is imperative to go to the eighth floor to capture the flowers on the other side, but you have to plan how to go.
Now God's gift, he has been promoted to thirty-six phases of physical cultivation. He has accumulated a lot. As soon as he condenses out the Dharma phase of heaven and earth, he immediately has 30,000 power.
At the peak of the thirty-six phases, the strength can be one hundred and eighty thousand, which is known as the power of moving mountains and reclaiming the sea.
Although the power of 30,000 points from God is still the power of the mountain, it is also amazing. It is not a joke to blow up a hill with one punch.
Marshal Huoling, who sits on the eighth floor of the magic prison, is Yin. The legendary strongman on the fifteenth floor of the core is famous in the whole magic prison.
Yin. Although there are a large number of ghost cultivation on the sixth floor of the core, it is yin. On the seventh floor of the nuclear, the number of people plummeted, hundreds of thousands of cloudy. Only with the sixth level of nuclear ghost cultivation can one person be promoted.
Yin. The seven layers of the core have not fully understood the mystery of the space. Only the eight layers are the real peerless strong.
The whole magic prison can be cultivated to Yin. The ghosts on the eighth layer of nuclear will not exceed one million and reach Yin. The core of the fourteenth floor will not be more than a thousand.
With such strength as Tianci, a person went to the eighth-level magic prison. It was a casual encounter with a ghost clan. It was a fierce battle, and it was not easy to kill the other party.
If you can't beat it, they will run away, and God can't catch up.
"At this point, let's do a big job!" God slowly made up his mind.
Now there are more than four million believers in the divine gift. This is the power that can sweep the heavens in the three thousand worlds, but it is nothing in the magic prison.
At this time, God opened the small world and turned it into a door, standing quietly.
His demon, like a torrent, flew into the small world.
As soon as they entered the small world, the demons exploded and were absorbed by the tree of the world. They were connected to the fire of the soul and condensed together into a fruit.
In a short time, God gave in two million demons, and the tree of the world also had two million more fruits. Such a handwriting is appalling!
Ghosty!
The small world seems to have turned into a ghost prison, and countless fierce ghosts appear and roar on the tree of the world.
God-given still has a calm face. At this time, he no longer let the tree of the world devour the devil.
Instead, 10,000 demons were put in, and then the fruit of the world tree fell down one by one.
Those demons grab the fruit and absorb it crazily.
Every fruit is a shade. All the essence of the nuclear six-layer ghost cultivation is thousands of times stronger than simply absorbing the fire of the soul.
It's like putting a shade. Most of the power of the six-layer ghost cultivation was poured into the devil's body, making the devil's cultivation soar rapidly.
Fruit by fruit, constantly absorbing, absorbing one after another.
Papa!
Soon, the demons were promoted to Yin one after another. The seventh floor of the core.
Bum!
At this time, I only heard an explosion, but there was a demon who couldn't bear the huge power of his body and exploded!
His potential, to Yin. The six layers of nuclear power have been exhausted, and it is impossible to be promoted to Yin. The seventh floor of the core.
Tianci is still expressionless, just urging the tree of the world to absorb the ghost after the explosion of the devil's head.
I don't know how long it took, there was only one of 10,000 demons left. This demon is powerful all over, and he can break the space with his hands and feet, but he is promoted to Yin. The core is on the eighth floor.
Ten thousand demons, countless fruits are equivalent to countless ghosts of the same realm pass on to them without reservation. In the end, there is only one, reaching Yin. The probability of the eighth layer of nuclear power is too low.
But God doesn't care. I don't know how many hell ghosts there are. There are so many that there is no place to pile up.
At this time, he put another 20,000 demons in.
This time, three demons were promoted to Yin. The eighth floor of the core.
There are also two million believers under Tianci. With the continuous devouring, all the fruits and all the demons are consumed.
In the small world, successfully enter the shadow. There are only 312 demons on the eighth level of the core.
Four million. Yin. In the end, the six-level ghost clan only completed 312 yin. The peerless strongman of the eighth layer of nuclear power.
Tianci had no feelings in his heart. At this time, he said to Manro, who was standing quietly beside him, "Manro, these 312 demons will be managed by you from now on!"
"Yes! Lord!" Manro knelt on his knees and said devoutly.
In Manro's heart, God-given is the god he wants to worship for a lifetime.
"Very good, let's go to the eighth-level magic prison!"
God-given nod faintly, Manro is yin. The twelve-level ghost cultivation is only two levels away from the legendary realm. It is the marshal of the magic prison and manages a group of yin. The eight-layer demon is the most suitable.
Walking out of the small world and looking at the desolation of the six-layered magic prison, Tianci's heart suddenly shrouded a trace of sadness.
On his body, a black loneliness bloomed quietly, and the power of 30,000 yuan broke out.
Suddenly, a beam of light fell, leading the God-given to the eight-layer magic prison.
The eight-story magic prison is a dark sea, dotted with isolated islands dotted with stars.
Countless resentment souls float in the sea, numb, drifting with the waves.
Tianci just wants to seize the flowers on the other side as soon as possible and leave the magic prison.
He moved so much in the sixth-level magic prison that even the general who guarded him was restrained.
Now it can be said that every time he stays in the magic prison for an extra minute, he is in danger and needs to add one more.
But it takes at least a thousand ghosts to form a battle of thousands of evil ghosts.
There are only 313 demons given by God, and the number is still not enough.
If you don't form a battle of thousands of evil ghosts, there is no way for God to compete with the firebell ghost.
Speeding all the way, the eight-story magic prison is quite large. Hundreds of thousands of ghosts are distributed among them, but they can't find it for a while.