Zhou Ming succeeded.

As he had expected, the sound of the trumpet blinded the golem's senses, and he obtained the coveted Blood Wolf Heroic Spirit. The Furnace of Ambition smelted it, refined the most primitive and pure wild breath, and then melted it into Zhou Ming's wild breath together with the pale ancient rhyme.

It's just that limited by his own life origin, his realm can't be improved.

"It's a good feeling!"

Feeling his own wildness, Zhou Ming nodded with satisfaction. As long as he is given enough life essence, his strength will skyrocket, and it will be no problem to rush to the fifth grade in one go.

The evil god never dreamed that this chess piece was not an anomaly, but an outlier that could not be controlled.

After being excited, Zhou Ming quickly calmed down.

He knew that this was the home of the evil gods, and he couldn't afford to make too much of it.

At the moment, he is too weak, and he still has to focus on Taoguang and obscurity.

Soon, Zhou Ming had a general idea in his heart. It's about doing everything possible to get the legacy. Beings who claim to be gods have countless means. Zhou Ming believes that there must be still a lot of beast tricks to learn.

"It's a pity that the Blood Wolf Hand can't cultivate by killing the Blood Wolf Heroic Spirit, I don't know why?"

Zhou Ming frowned slightly, doubts flashed in his heart, he slowly stood up, identified the direction that Chen Ting had left before, and began his hunting journey.

Time flies, and the battle is endless.

Zhou Ming felt that his fighting skills were becoming more and more proficient and spicy.

In order to reduce the loss of the source of life as much as possible, Zhou Ming is extremely demanding on himself.

First, never take risks, and ensure that you are not injured to the greatest extent.

Second, we will never drag our feet and insist on ending the battle in the most effective way.

The third is never picky eaters, and wherever you go, you will not let go of all the blood wolves that can be killed.

It can be said that he has implemented the strategy of "obscene development" to the extreme.

"The department has been killed, and not even a single bloody wolf can be seen everywhere...... It seems that Ting Er has not forgotten what I said, but has always carried it out silently!"

Looking at the empty wolf's den in front of him, Zhou Ming was quite satisfied.

Not long ago, Chen Ting appeared in this area, and Zhou Ming witnessed her from afar. At this time, looking at the empty wolf's den in front of him, Zhou Ming was relieved to find that his efforts had not been in vain.

Now, Zhou Ming's crystal armor has been refined into three layers. In the process, although he sacrificed a lot of blood wolf spirits, he also devoured many of them. He had a wild aura, and it was already terrifyingly intense.

The whole person already has a taste of wild incarnation.

Tightening the butterfly in his hand, Zhou Ming glanced at the absolutely untappable place in the southeast, and decided to go to the next hunting area.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank, and he witnessed an incredible scene.

- At the end of the line of sight, to the southeast, a blood-colored tide was surging, spreading towards him at a terrifying speed.

"That's ...... Blood Wolf Tide?"

Zhou Ming's heart was shocked, and he felt a tingling in his scalp.

Blood wolf tide, this is the blood wolf's counterattack. Naturally, they can't be slaughtered blindly by the wolf warriors, and every once in a while, they will launch a crazy offensive.

Whenever the blood wolf tide hits, there are bound to be many wolf warriors who will be damaged.

Zhou Ming had already realized that the destruction of the Wolf Warrior was a kind of consumption of the evil god. Because the supply of the Wolf Warrior is very difficult, it will take more than ten years or even hundreds of years to lure a batch from the outside world. But the blood wolf tide is frequent. As a result, the speed of replenishment and attrition is extremely asymmetrical, and resupply is far from keeping up with attrition.

However, the Evil God can use the Evil Flame to sweep away the wreckage of the fallen Wolf Warrior Envoy, collect their souls, and then reforge them. For example, the black python before was killed by Zhou Mingxiao, and was swept away by the evil flame and went back to be reforged.

Although this can effectively make up for the loss of the wolf warrior, it is undoubtedly a burden for the evil god. Resurrecting and reshaping life is no easy task.

After surviving here for a long time, Zhou Ming gradually discovered many clues.

"I don't want to be recreated by the evil gods!"

Zhou Ming shrunk his neck, secretly worried about Chen Ting in his heart, avoided the main force of the blood wolf tide, and quickly approached the direction where Chen Ting was.

Whoosh!

The butterfly flies in the hand, the shoulder bump on the side, the flying body kicks, and the back fin strikes...... Every part of Zhou Ming's body turned into a lethal weapon, and the whole person was like a fighting machine wearing bloody battle armor, and everywhere he passed, the blood wolves fell one after another, and the blood wolf heroic spirits were devoured and sacrificed.

The blood wolf tide broke out, all the blood wolves went crazy for it, and the wild will of the whole world was raging and restless.

In the wolf's den everywhere, the blood wolf is being bred at super speed, and the newborn blood wolf is frantically gathering wild will and heaven and earth energy, showing explosive growth.

"The real nightmare has arrived!"

Zhou Ming felt that with the passage of time, the pressure of survival was multiplied and exponentially increased. Fighting and fleeing along the way, he witnessed too many wolf warriors drowning under the tide of blood wolves.

For those "warriors" who were so fanatical that they dared to block the car with their mantis arms and resist the blood wolf frenzy desperately, the only thing Zhou Ming could do was to say: "Dead friends don't die poor!" and then speed up and flee quickly.

The fanaticism of those victims made Zhou Ming feel indescribably terrifying.

Zhou Ming, who maintained his independence and calmness, couldn't remember how many times he was surrounded by wolves and cursed the evil god in his heart. Such endless battles made him feel a burst of despair.

Fight until the sky is dark, fight until the blood burns, and even the concept of time collapses. In a trance, Zhou Ming felt that he had really become a fighting machine.

If it weren't for the fact that he always tried his best to avoid the strongest main force of the blood wolf tide, and cleverly avoided those terrifying existences in the wolf pack, he was afraid that he would have been swept back to the furnace by the evil flame.

On several occasions, he met a few acquaintances unexpectedly, but unfortunately he could not convince them to go with him, despite his bitter words.

On two occasions, he even had to watch as his two companions who had stepped into the room together were overwhelmed by the blood wolves.

I don't know how long the blood wolf tide lasted, and suddenly at a certain moment, the wildness of the whole world gradually calmed down, and the crazy wolf tide quickly receded.

Zhou Ming actually managed to survive to the end.

After the big waves washed the sand, the wolf warriors who were still standing were all scarred, their battle armor was broken, Zhou Ming even witnessed several ancient existences like demon gods, with as many as sixty or seventy layers of battle armor, and still did not survive the cruel baptism of the blood wolf tide, his body was dilapidated, lying on the ground miserably, and he let out a fierce roar.

I'm afraid that only a "shameless person" like Zhou Ming, who puts escape in the first place, has a chance to have the last laugh and be safe and sound.

"Spring has arrived, how wonderful!"

Standing on top of a towering stone mountain, Zhou Ming was weak and sat down on the ground. However, he was laughing. As far as the eye could see, countless blood wolves that had died in battle had turned into a majestic surge of energy, and they were roaring and escaping. Bright clusters of light could be seen everywhere, and they were all blood wolf heroic spirits that no one had picked up.

Zhou Ming knew that their battle was over. And his battle has only just begun.

Struggling to turn over and sit up, he luxuriously swallowed three Nine Rank Beast Essence Stones in a row, Zhou Mingzhi was intoxicated like drinking a pot of immortal wine, and couldn't help but let out a moan.

Without waiting too long, he jumped off this dangerous stone mountain that had been fighting for an unknown amount of time, and frantically walked towards the road to a good harvest.

- After so long of being obscene, it's time to harvest a wave of madness.

On the ground in front of him, countless glittering blood wolf spirits are calling out to him and beckoning to him!

"I came, I saw, I conquered!"

The rest is king, Zhou Ming's heart is roaring.