Li Jihuang's qualifications are not high, but his comprehension is very high, plus there is a ruthlessness in his bones, he will not stop until he achieves his goal, every day passes quickly, and his soul body has become more and more thin because of huge consumption, but many ghost cultivators around him think that he is born with a will to die, and he can't help but reveal a sadness, and subconsciously transmit soul power to supplement Li Jihuang.

Dozens of days passed at once, and he slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly a burst of fine light emanated, as if there was a vast universe in his eyes, and the whole person looked tired, but his eyes were extremely bright.

During this time, he fused countless exercises in the netherworld, and finally created his own soul cultivation exercises.

Although the grade of this exercise is low, it is only a low-level exercise, but this exercise has a high growth potential, and it can condense the soul seed to automatically operate and devour the netherworld qi, and can refine all the energy for the soul body, but the efficiency of this devouring and refining is very low, and the automatic operation is not very useful.

But the growth of this exercise is very high, this is a practice created by himself, and it will naturally be able to improve it in the future and grow with him, and if he dies in the sea of netherworld blood, then it is meaningless to create a high-level exercise now.

What he wanted now was to create a technique that could absorb the Netherworld Qi and strengthen his soul body, so that he wouldn't be unable to recover from injuries here, which was too passive.

After half a day, he successfully cultivated, a soul seed appeared in the center of his eyebrows, slowly absorbing the surrounding netherworld qi, and the soul body slowly condensed, and now even if he can absorb it, this soul seed can operate automatically.

"Since you were founded in the Netherworld, I will call you Netherworld Divine Skill, but you can grow with me until you reach the god level!"

With Li Jihuang's chuckle, the soul seed seemed to tremble, and even the outside world was startled with a thunderous sound, which was obviously an affirmation of him, which made the Shura clan vigilant.

There is rarely thunder in the netherworld, but Li Jihuang speaks the language of the Great Wilderness, and they don't know him, and they don't suspect him.

"It's also thanks to my physical body that I have reached the Golden Body God Statue Realm, and I am a scattered immortal, and I can absorb the power of heaven and earth to recover continuously, otherwise I would have been corrupted a long time ago!"

Li Jihuang smiled self-deprecatingly, if he knew that the old woman threw his body into the source of the Yellow Spring, I don't know if he would be able to laugh.

Slowly, Li Jihuang closed his eyes and felt the operation of the soul seed, if it was slightly inappropriate, he made changes, although the exercises were low-level, they were extremely suitable for him, especially when there was a small space in this soul seed, and he secretly put Fang Yan into it.

The convoy drove for a few more days, and suddenly stopped, and the cage that had been covered for a long time suddenly opened, and the scarlet moonlight sprinkled down, and Li Jihuang was a little uncomfortable blocking the moonlight.

After a while, a group of rough Shura clans drove them out of the cage, and Li Jihuang and dozens of other ghost cultivators got out of the cage with trembling feet.

Looking around, Li Jihuang's pupils shrank slightly. This is a wide shore, and below it is the surging Netherworld Blood Sea, from which the smell of fishy and wicked people emanates, this Netherworld Blood Sea is the convergence of the most filthy things in the world, which can corrupt all ghosts and souls.

The countless cages on this shore were opened, and a group of ghostly cultivators were held in this area, the boundless yin wind was blowing, looking at the expressions of many Shura monks, Li Jihuang had a bad feeling in his heart, and the next moment it really happened.

After countless ghost cultivators were placed on the tall shore, the monks of the Shura clan did not move their cultivation, and slashed with their blades, driving countless ghost cultivators towards the netherworld blood sea.

In the face of countless bright sharp knives, many ghost cultivators retreated again and again, and finally retreated to the edge of the shore, with no way out.

Looking at this scene, Li Jihuang's heart cooled a lot, this group of monks of the Shura clan wouldn't want to drive them all out of the Netherworld Blood Sea, right? This Netherworld Blood Sea is extremely filthy, it can corrode everything, and hundreds of thousands of ghost cultivators will soon melt more than half of it!

Soon, there began to be ghost cultivators who were squeezed out of the netherworld blood sea, struggling desperately, but the body was as if it had been fried by a boiling oil pot, and bursts of sound erupted, and countless ghost cultivators screamed miserably, and soon they couldn't even make a sound, and slowly melted into the netherworld blood.

"Instead of dying at the hands of the Shura clan, it's better to jump down and fight, maybe you won't die!"

Many ghost cultivators retreated again and again, and in the end it was Li Jihuang's turn, he didn't hesitate and jumped directly.

The shore of thousands of meters was very high, and when he landed, Li Jihuang even saw many monks of the Shura clan stepping on the void and looking at them with a sneer.

Thump......

Soon Li Jihuang fell into the Netherworld Blood Sea, and before he could react, he felt a strong sense of pain, the Netherworld Blood Sea was like a boiling oil pot, his body was fried very loudly, and bubbles appeared on his body, and soon disappeared again, scars appeared, and even his body quickly melted into the Netherworld Blood Sea.

"No, it's impossible, devour me!"

Li Jihuang let out an angry roar, frantically running the Netherworld Divine Skill, but the Netherworld Divine Skill he created was just a technique of the lower level of the Xuanxuan, how could he resist the extremely corrosive Netherworld Blood Sea around him, and his figure melted most of it at once.

He has been enduring the pain, sticking to the spiritual platform to maintain the operation of the soul seed, the soul cultivation method he created, can swallow all things, can practice all things, and the Netherworld Blood Sea is no exception!

He endured the incomparably painful pain, the soul seed frantically absorbed and refined the surrounding sea of blood, his body was about to melt, only half of his head remained, but the soul seed was still devouring the netherworld blood sea, a wisp, a wisp, slowly he successfully refined the energy in the sea of blood, and the remaining half of the head no longer melted, but condensed.

"You have to sink into the sea of blood, so as not to be discovered by the monks of the Shura clan!"

Li Jihuang's mind was spinning rapidly, this was also the horror of his exercise, all the important parts of the soul body were put into the soul seed, if the soul seed was broken, he would be broken with it. If this was someone else's exercise, even if he was at the high level, Li Jihuang would not dare to practice, but this was his own exercise, so he cultivated it, but he didn't expect it to play such a role now.

The Netherworld Blood Sea was extremely turbid, and with the countless ghost cultivators around, none of the Shura Clan's monks could see Li Jihuang's changes at all, and they were all coldly watching the ghost clan's melt and corrode in the Netherworld Blood Sea.

All of a sudden, he sank into the netherworld blood sea, and the soul seed in the center of his eyebrows frantically absorbed the energy in the blood sea, and his body slowly recovered, and his body appeared.

But the Netherworld Blood Sea is the convergence of the most filthy things in the world, the energy in it is extremely chaotic and evil, and the soul body rebuilt by Li Jihuang has also begun to change, the body has become tall, the face is ugly and fierce, like an evil god, the blue-black skin, the strong soul body is gradually formed, and the body is slowly changing.

"Humph!"

He had never let out a scream in the incomparably painful pain that had been corroded by the Netherworld Blood Sea before, but now he couldn't help but let out a muffled snort.

On both sides of his skull, a sarcoma appeared, slowly turning into a head, with a hideous face, all of them were fierce statues, and four sarcomas appeared under the arm, gradually breaking his soul body and growing arms, extremely burly, looking fierce!

This process gradually appeared for more than half an hour before it stopped, and his body slowly stopped changing, but it looked extremely hideous.

This soul body is tall, about one foot and three feet tall, with three heads and six arms, and a fierce face, which looks hideous, and it must be a living evil ghost and god when it appears in the great wilderness.

"Poof......

Looking at his current appearance, Li Jihuang was frightened, and even inhaled a lot of blood, choking himself, but his face was complicated.

He thought that his physical body would be terrifying enough after reuniting, but he didn't expect that now his soul body has become more hideous, three points more terrifying than the most ferocious demon in the netherworld, can he return to the Great Wilderness?

After laughing at himself, he looked at the sea of blood, and found that there were still many ghost clans falling into the netherworld blood sea, quickly being corroded and melting, and this group of Shura monks was afraid that they were slowly playing with them!

"It's important to be alive, it's better to go first!"

Li Jihuang's body was reunited, because it was contained in the Netherworld Blood Sea, and he was not corroded by the blood sea at this time, he swam into the distance like a fish, and after swimming a few thousand meters, he was discovered by the monks of the Shura clan, and the next moment a big net directly fished up Li Jihuang, and he was exposed to the air at once, and those Shura tribes who fished him out were shocked.

Suddenly, a statue of the Shura clan with a height of one zhang and three heads and six arms walked over, and many people looked at him with respect, but his face was cold, and he pointed at Li Jihuang's forehead.

Suddenly, a stream of information came into his mind, and he instantly understood the chatter of the surrounding Shura clan.

"This ghost cultivator has not been corroded, and has evolved into the appearance of the royal family!"

"It's strange, but for the first time in history, a foreign race has become a royal family!"

"Yes, usually the ghost cultivator didn't die in the Netherworld Blood Sea, either he was rotten and resistant, and transformed into a semi-Shura, or he all evolved and became a Shura clan, but he actually transformed into the appearance of the Shura royal family, and he has great potential!"

“......”

was untied by the three-headed and six-armed Shura clan, Li Jihuang shook his head, and threw off a lot of sea water with his bloody hair, while looking at this Shura clan carefully.

Although this Shura tribe is not as tall as his current form, his body is extremely powerful, with three heads and six arms, and there is a little red mark on his eyebrows, and there is a small basket behind him, in which dozens of spears are placed, and there is a blood sword at his waist.

"I am Hades, the eight great Shura Demon Saints of the Shura clan, a general under the command of the Shura King, and the god of war of the Shura clan...... Do you reckon with me?"

Styl said a few words coldly, but there was a strange look in his eyes, which made the Shura a little incomprehensible, this killing god Hakura, who has always been thirsty for killing, what's wrong now?

Looking at Li Jihuang with a blank face, there was a sense of iron and blood in the voice of the underworld, "You have transformed into Shura, and the underworld can no longer tolerate you!"

After listening to what the other party said, Li Jihuang didn't speak, but stripped the Shura monk next to him of his leather armor and put it under his soul body, this kind of frank feeling was not comfortable.