Profiteers are like this, when they first negotiate the price and show you samples, they are all good, and they look like they are not bullied. But wait until you've paid for it, hehe.

Pain!

This is not the only feeling Mo Ye has at this time, there is an itch that is more torturous than pain.

Countless tiny particles ran through his body, and with his spiritual power far beyond ordinary people, he could almost feel the subtle touch of those particles breaking through the walls of the blood vessels.

It's like mud gradually melting in the river, and they all settle to the bottom of the river or mix with the river, and they can't be separated from each other.

Mo Xie can't stop this process, and it's the huàn of the "Holy Scripture", at most, the bloodline can't be redeemed, and he can't die.

Because this ** is not Mo Ye's at all, but a man of the same age as Mo Ye.

Obviously, the "Holy Scripture" exposes Mo Xie's bloodline to huàn in the mode of "top bag" - to put it bluntly, it replaces the current 900th real yàn body with Mo Xie.

Sure enough, it's a profiteer.

Mo Xie understood something for others, and there was definitely a high-level hypnotic method on the page about this bloodline on the "Holy Scripture", which made him unconsciously fall into the trap of the "Holy Scripture".

Mo Xuedeng's heart lit up, and this time he probably had the meaning of the Holy Book in it from beginning to end. Whether it is the "Holy Spirit Sword Spectrum" or the dragon bloodline, they are just some backlogged goods, and there is no doubt that they are the object of dumping.

But it was useless to say anything at this time, Mo Ye simply closed his eyes and began to count.

He had to concentrate and not let his consciousness be overwhelmed by the physical condition.

“1、2、3、4、5、6……”

The pain of the transformation process is limited, after all, as long as the drug enters the cellular level, there is no pain, but the feeling after the drug enters the cell......

It's hard to describe the feeling, but what I really want to say is like the moment I got up after three days of sleep.

You don't feel where your limbs are, you feel like you're shaky, your head is heavier than ever, like you're wearing a heavy helmet.

Consciousness began to blur, and even the spiritual power of Cheng Dù like Mo Xie began to trance.

By this time he was counting to six hundred.

And it was at this time that the transformation was over, and Mo Ye's consciousness was pulled out of this **.

……

"Is this the so-called 'Dragon' blood......

In the real world, Mo Ye clenched his fists and stood in front of the mirror to observe his appearance.

There have been some subtle changes in his appearance, the edges and corners have become more distinct, and the originally thin body has grown a good set of muscles, although it has not been exaggerated enough to participate in bodybuilding competitions, but Mo Xie feels that the current coordination of all aspects of this body is a perfect proportion.

"The Holy Scripture, can you explain the redemption of the huàn this time?" Mo Xie has the right to question the Holy Scripture, after all, he is a consumer.

"The enhancement of the dragon clan is different from other enhancements, if you want to succeed, you must die first, do you want this ** to die or do you want to have a replacement?"

"Bring up my properties panel. "Mo Xie didn't bother to reason with it.

“ok。 The Holy Book was suspended in front of Mo Ye on its own, and Mo Ye's head appeared on the page.

"Mo Xie.

Race: Dragons.

Ontological Talent: Mental Power.

Racial Talent: Energy Storage.

Mental Power Value: 1004. ”

The page of the book is written very concisely, and it seems that Mo Ye's ** strength at this time is really not even qualified to be recorded.

"Energy Storage?" Mo Xie discovered this new "racial talent", "What is that for?"

"'Energy storage' means that you can absorb the energy of the outside world within your capacity, and use your strength to fight with force, but it is stored for a short time. The Holy Book says, "A rare gift." ”

"Then what is my current ** strength?" Mo Xie said.

"Then the current ** strength can't even prevent bullets, but the recovery force has strengthened a lot, if you are interested, take it yourself and try it." ”

“……”

Mo Xie closed the "Holy Scripture" and stuffed it into his personal pocket with hatred.

The world is quiet.

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The days were getting closer and closer to the New Year, and Lin Ming had entered the space of the pages of "Abyss Meditation" after Mo Xie came out, and it was an insult for him not to be able to make all the handprints, especially after he thought he had insight into the secrets on this page.

And Mo Xie was busy grinding his bloodline and studying the sword spectrum.

The ability to restore the new bloodline is amazing, although it does not have the power of the wolf clan**, but a wound from chest to abdomen, three millimeters deep, can be repaired in just three hours, leaving no scar. Mo Ye was very satisfied with this, if he had such a bloodline during the last mission and matched his mental power, Deadpool's killing move that cut off his ribs would not bother him for so long.

However, the sword score he came out with huàn was not so satisfactory in comparison.

"The Abbreviated Version of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique" includes the moves and luck methods of Sword One to Sword Eight, and the practice route, but ......

There is no mention of how to practice internal forces in the whole book......

Well, although it is said that Sword One to Sword Eight is just a superposition of numbers, according to Mo Ye's attempt, Sword Eight is used without internal force at all......

"Kenpachi!"

In the abandoned factory, Mo Xie held the sword in his hand, pinched a sword trick in his left hand, and with a clear roar, the sword in his hand was handed out like a storm.

His movements are very fast, he has simulated this move countless times in his mind, and he also has the mental power to modify some details to make his movements completely in line with the portrayal on the sword spectrum.

His movements were so fast that the naked eye could only see him drawing and closing his sword.

The right hand is a sword from top to bottom, and the collection is also from top to bottom, if you only look at these two swords, it is clear that he has drawn an "eight" on his chest.

It's just that between the strokes of the word "eight", eight sword flowers bloomed around Mo Ye's body, and at the same time, there was also a 'sword qi' that broke away from the sword itself and radiated out to the surroundings.

Before the move, Mo Xie dropped his sword, grabbed his right wrist with his left hand, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He had a broken wrist.

And if he hadn't kept his shield open, the sword would have pierced his head when he finally collected it.

"Kenpachi" is still too far-fetched for him.

It's still the seven swords of safety, that is, one sword and seven stars, or one sword and seven sword flowers, but this finally fills the gap that he has no combat ability when his mental power is empty - although his hand-to-hand combat ability is still urgent. But he has calculated, the power of 'Sword Seven', no, even the power of 'Sword Two', the strangeness of his moves, and the ingenuity of his luck are enough for him to be called "Sword Master" in the current low-martial world.

It's not that Mo Ye's swordsmanship is really powerful, it's just that the martial arts level of this world has regressed even more

(l~1`x*>+``+