The soul fire in the eyes of the skeleton mage, who had been soaked in the holy spring of the dead for half a day, flickered, pouted his ass, and crawled out, and ran out of the mage tower quickly.

The mad Manyu, who was about to be tormented by the double pain of soul and body, had no time to pay attention to the strange behavior of his first follower.

Within a few minutes, the skeleton swordsman Chris ran back again, this time there were two more skeleton soldiers behind his buttocks, more precisely, the skeleton porter was more suitable, and the hands of the three skeletons even dragged a large number of various bones, looking at the remaining flesh and blood on them, many of them were just peeled from the corpse.

The three skeletons threw their bones next to the Fountain of the Dead, and Chris ran out with the two skeleton porters.

After nearly dozens of runs, the entire Undead Fountain was filled with all kinds of bones.

Don't look at the number of bones, but the classification is quite careful, each bone is separated, neatly placed, skull, left arm bone, right arm bone, left thigh bone, right thigh bone, vertebrae, ribs, etc., not messed up at all.

Looking at the pile of loot, Chris sighed contentedly, in just this half a day's effort, he had scavenged and extracted the bones of high-level warriors and high-level undead on the entire battlefield.

But this was only the beginning of his busyness, and he held a small hammer in his hand that he had picked up from nowhere, and he tapped at the bones with a listening look, like an unusually strict blacksmith discerning the quality of raw materials, and the two were indeed the same. But Chris wasn't trying to build a weapon, he wanted to build a new body.

His current body is just a substitute product grabbed from the skeleton pile, put together temporarily, not to mention that it does not meet the aesthetic requirements of the skeleton swordsman for his body, even the function is also seriously defective, the left leg and the right leg are obviously one thick and one thin, and the way up is to walk, the left foot is one meter six, the right foot is one meter five, he can't take such a mutilated product to soak in the Holy Fountain of the Dead!

That's a complete destruction of the heavens.

Don't look at Chris as a skeleton with no flesh on his body, but his body language and expressions are quite rich.

When I was excited, every bone in my body was trembling lightly, making a "gurgling" sound, like playing a cheerful serenade.

When I was disappointed, the bones of my whole body became soft and lying on my stomach, as if my bones were deficient in calcium in an instant, and I looked like a defeated rooster.

When he was angry, his whole body bones trembled, but this time it was not a brisk rattle, but a creaking, similar to the sound of sharpening a knife, and when the anger reached the limit, the sound of the whole body would actually be put away, which was the last sign of his attack.

Of course, he can express far more emotions than these, which ordinary undead skeletons don't have, those unintelligent guys, don't even have so-called emotions, let alone express them.

Chris was so familiar with the job of selecting bones that he soon had a new skeleton in addition to the skull, and it was clear that this was not the first time he had done such a thing.

Choosing the right skeleton is only the first step, this time Chris did not hastily put the new skeleton on his body as before, but sat on the ground hovering with a look **, holding one of the new skeletons in front of his chest, the vertebrae slowly floated into the air, and a green soul fire slowly emerged from Chris's skeletal hands.

Under the traction of an invisible magic, the vertebrae began to rotate slowly, receiving the calcination from the soul fire, and the magic was that the shape of the vertebrae was slowly changing, turning into Chris's ideal appearance.

For Chris, this kind of work of calcining with soul fire was a very laborious thing, and within a few minutes, the turquoise soul fire in his eyes quickly turned green, light green, dark yellow, yellow, light yellow, dark orange, orange, light orange, dark red, red, and became more and more dim.

When the soul fire in his eyes turned red, Chris immediately stopped vigilantly, if it continued, his soul fire would be completely extinguished, which also meant that it was completely dead, and even if it was summoned by the necromancer again, it would become like the two skeleton soldiers standing next to it, stupid, without any thoughts and consciousness of its own.

Poof!

Dropping his spine, Chris rolled over and jumped into the Fountain of the Dead.

Deep red, light orange, orange...... Green, turquoise, it only took less than ten seconds for the soul fire in Chris's brain to complete the reverse recovery, the speed was so fast, it was jaw-dropping, this is the power of the Holy Fountain of the Undead, even Chris, who had been prepared for a long time, was shocked speechless, and could only sigh heartily in his heart, "The Holy Fountain of the Undead is the Holy Fountain of the Undead, no wonder those high-level undead are eager for it, if there is such a super baby, it is difficult to die, quack...... I like it. ”

The calcination of a short section of the vertebrae made Chris jump back and forth fourteen times in the Undead Spring, but you can imagine how troublesome the skeleton remodeling technique it is using now, and only with the Undead Spring can it dare to do this.

In the end, Chris was disgusted with the trouble of crawling back and forth in the Holy Fountain of the Undead, so he simply crossed his knees and started bone forging in the Holy Fountain of the Undead, and if the soul fire in the skull was consumed, the Holy Fountain of the Undead would replenish a little, and the replenishment speed was much faster than the kind that was consumed, and Chris no longer had to worry about his soul fire being unable to supply.

On the other side, the screams of the brute jade were still endless, on average once every twenty seconds, and this kind of sounding time was constantly being extended, and the poignancy was much weaker than at the beginning.

As he jumped back and forth between the Holy Fountain of Light and the Fountain of the Undead, the resistance of the brute jade's body to the erosion of the two holy waters became stronger and stronger, and in a professional game term, his body's resistance to the two elements of light and darkness skyrocketed.

This scenario is almost inevitable and is inseparable from the ability of carbon-based life to evolve itself.

The reason why carbon-based fragile life forms are so widely distributed and have existed in the universe for so long is that their ability to evolve is a crucial factor.

The most important embodiment of their evolutionary ability is to adapt to the living environment, they can change their internal institutions according to the external environment, so as to find an internal condition that can reach a balance with the external environment, and when the balance is reached, it naturally means that they have adapted to this environment and obtained the right to survive in this environment.

And now the body of the brute jade has exerted this ability to the extreme, with the Holy Spring of Light to keep his body immortal, and the Holy Spring of the Undead to hold his soul immortal, he only needs to grasp the delicate balance in it, of course, the pain is an indispensable meal, when the pain becomes a habit, it becomes no longer so unbearable, at least Lei Dong's ability to endure pain becomes stronger and stronger. And his body, which has been destroyed and reshaped over and over again, is seeking the delicate balance between light and darkness.

However, as two extreme energies, this balance is not so easy to find, and it is not something that can be found in a short period of time.

However, after working hard, there is still something to gain, at least the time that Manyu can stay in the two holy springs is getting longer and longer, and the time required for the two holy waters to corrode his body and soul to an unbearable level is getting longer and longer.

It's not just Manyu's body that's changing, but more importantly, his mentality.

From the fear and anger after being cursed at first, to the unbearable pain of complaining and rejection when entering the Holy Fountain of Light to begin treatment, to the habit and calmness of getting used to the double pain of the soul and body, and finally to the current thinking and groping.

This is a complete journey of mental refinement, which has made his psychology grow a lot in a short period of time, making him more mature, if it were in normal times, this process may take him years or even decades, but under the double torture of the soul and body, the time required for this process has been shortened by thousands of times, or even tens of thousands of times.

No wonder the ancients said that suffering is the best whetstone for people, and only after tasting the taste of suffering will they learn to grow.

And pain is also a kind of suffering, especially the unimaginable pain is one of them.

Manyu can bear this kind of pain that ordinary people can't bear, and has shown his extraordinary perseverance, which is inseparable from the angina pectoris that will suddenly come from time to time in his previous life, and the pain again and again makes the consciousness of the bottom line of pain bear higher and higher, and it becomes more and more solid.

Lei Dong did not think about extending half of his body into the Holy Fountain of Light and the other half into the Holy Fountain of the Dead, so that his soul could be nourished by the Holy Water of the Dead, and his body would be nourished by the Holy Water of Light, so as to alleviate the pain of his body.

After trying it, Manyu found that his idea was too stupid and naïve, and not every whimsical idea could succeed.

There is only one result of the two high-level opposing energies meeting in the body - war, and the body of the brute jade has become their battlefield.

When the two armies fought, it was always the ravaged battlefield that suffered the most damage.

Not to mention alleviating the pain, the explosive energy almost blew the thunder into pieces, and even under the nourishment of the light holy water, it took half a day to repair it.

Manyu only dares to come honestly and step by step now, and no longer dares to make trouble.

Manyu's current thinking has become that the opportunity to endure physical pain in martial arts is a must, since the current pain is unavoidable, instead of feeling sorry for himself here, it is better to transform it into a kind of pain training, honing his body's ability to withstand pain at the same time, tempering his will, which is a matter of killing two birds with one stone.

Now his body is constantly destroying and reshaping, which is not a kind of tempering.

The iron side of a hundred refinements is steel.

This principle is also applicable to the body.

His body is now an inferior piece of unpolished stubborn iron, and he was able to reach the level of a high-level warrior before, not how much tempering he had on his body, purely relying on day after day, never-ending physical labor, and the special talent of the purgatory half-giant for combat, in order to achieve the current achievements, this is still at the cost of physical damage, if he is replaced by other half-giant warriors who have undergone strict training, at his age, at least it is a fifth-order silver warrior to lay the foundation.

In fact, the accumulation of years of repeated overwork and long-term ravages under the ravages of the leather whip have long been full of endless hidden dangers, if there is no special opportunity, to be able to reach the senior warrior in front of him, is already the limit of his life, and when he is past the prime of life, all kinds of hidden dangers will emerge, directly to his life.