Zhang Huansheng took the bamboo tube with both hands with a solemn expression and said, "Thank you so much, Brother Cui." He turned around and walked into the stone chamber without hesitation.

The old deacon on the side was indeed kind-hearted, and when he saw this, he secretly shook his head, and took out a spiritual rune from his bosom to urge it.

Suddenly, a stone gate slowly rose as if it had grown out of the ground, sealing the entrance to the grotto seamlessly.

"The gentleman of the Zhang family chose the Eight Miscellaneous Snake as the incarnation, and the chance of success is one in ten thousand," Cui Shixian saw this scene, smiled coldly, and then said gracefully, "When he dies, please ask the deacon senior brother to immediately pass on my Dahua Freedom Hall and withdraw the blood given by Venerable Chang Hao." ”

Without waiting for the old deacon to answer, he turned his mind, his arms turned into wings, and he rose into the air, and his figure disappeared in the clouds and mist, and disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, Zhang Huansheng, who had been trapped in the grotto, looked around at the radius of only ten steps, empty and there was no place for anything, his hands and feet were neatly stripped naked, and he found a position that did not stick to the four walls at random, and sat down cross-legged.

Trying to take a few breaths, and then running the true gang and mana in his body a few times, he secretly thought: "Although this place can't even be called a burrow, it is completely like a savage cave, but the aura is amazingly abundant and it is not boring at all, it is a good cultivation treasure land." ”

After thinking about it, Zhang also subconsciously rubbed the bamboo tube in his hand, but did not open it immediately, but took out a few jade bottles full of pills from the storage beads and put them in front of him.

"Baolu Pill, Seeking True Pill, Lingju San... With the blessing of these many unique elixirs, he can use the unique magic techniques of the True Monarch Palace to break through," his eyes were like torches in the dark cave, and he looked at those elixirs in the void, muttering to himself in his mouth: "Otherwise, you will definitely die."

In this way, you can understand why those Taoist priests in the Zhenjun Palace who want to be bitches and want to set up a memorial arch will let me borrow the cultivation know-how of the 'Eight or Nine Xuangong' after the completion of the human level in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and I am not afraid of leaking it at all.

But should I take these pills or not? ”

Thinking that the Eight Miscellaneous Snake is a bloodline of the ultimate evil god in the legend, known for its ferocity and cruelty, and its notoriety is far more than ten times that of the Candle Dragon and Chunmang Jun Zhaozhang that he has devoured, Zhang also has the heart to use these auxiliary medicines to suppress the evil qi in the essence and blood, and strive to ensure the safe incarnation.

But if you think about it carefully, Heavenly Dao Supreme Gong 'a point of effort can be exchanged for a point of gain', if you are clever in the process of assimilating the bloodline, then it is likely to lose the power of the successful incarnation, he pondered for a long time, and finally forcibly put down his heart and put away those jade bottles again.

After concentrating and meditating on the cross-legged sitting, precipitating his mind for a few days, Zhang Huansheng finally had an idea, and felt that the time for a breakthrough had come, and the bamboo tube containing the essence blood of the eight big snakes was broken in half.

When he ascended, a blood mist deeper than the pitch-black cave diffused from the broken bamboo tube, and soon filled the entire narrow cave, completely enveloping Zhang Huansheng's naked body.

The black blood mist began to burrow into the pores around him, transforming his flesh, bones, and internal organs from the outside out, and gradually rock-like scales grew densely on the outer skin.

Soon Zhang Huansheng could not continue to sit cross-legged, his body stiffened and involuntarily fell to the ground.

After a few moments, flames continued to emerge from between the scales of his skin, melting the mountain rock beneath Zhang Huansheng's body into magma, engulfing his body bit by bit, until at last only a humanoid pool of boiling magma remained.

After another half a cup of tea, the human-shaped fire pool slowly spread out on the stone floor, expanding continuously, slowly outlining the figure of a giant snake with eight necks and a body several feet long, turning the entire cave into a sea of fire.

As the fireworks spread, the stone walls on all sides of the cave suddenly appeared and turned into nothingness, allowing the sea of fire to overflow and flow.

By the time the walls were re-solidified, the area of the retreat cave had expanded more than tenfold, and it turned out that the True Monarch Palace, a Jedi place for True Transmission disciples to desperately close the retreat and seek a breakthrough, was not an ordinary hanging peak, but an incredible magic weapon.

The cave was changing, and the old deacon who was guarding the death pass noticed a trace of something strange through the spirit rune in his arms, looked up at the mist-shrouded hanging peak, his eyes showed a look of surprise, and muttered: "Have you begun to absorb the essence blood of the demonic beast and seek a breakthrough opportunity?"

There was no turning back from the bow, and now that Zhang Junzi had no way to retreat at all, and he would definitely die.

However, he can be regarded as able to toss, and he has made the stone chamber of the retreat have changed, no wonder he is so arrogant, and he has to choose the Eight Miscellaneous Snake as the incarnation.

If you are humble, the future is limitless, but it is a pity. After saying that, he shook his head regretfully, closed his eyes again, and continued to recuperate as if he were asleep.

The sun rises and the moon sets, the stars shift, and before you know it, eight or nine days have passed.

After the lunch on this day, the old deacon inadvertently remembered Zhang Huansheng again, thinking that he should have failed to break through and die of his body and spirit, so he walked up the hanging peak, came to the cave where Zhang Huansheng was retreating, and felt out the spirit rune to sense the qi inside.

Gradually, the old deacon's originally calm face showed a look of horror, his eyes widened and widened, and he said in a lost voice: "It's not dead, that gentleman is not dead, and his vitality is getting more and more surging."

This, this, this, could it be that he, he really devoured the blood given by Venerable Chang Hao, and successfully incarnated into the Eight Miscellaneous Snakes! ”

This place of death has its own rules, as long as the monks in retreat still have one breath left, then even those who have the spirit runes cannot open the stone chamber from the outside, so the old deacon can only make all kinds of guesses at this time, and he can't verify it with his own eyes.

Curious, he stayed outside the cave for the next few days, sensing the qi in the cave every day, and when he arrived in the evening three days later, he saw that the portal of the cave automatically sank into the ground, and Zhang Huansheng walked out of the cave.

Without waiting for the stunned old deacon to open his mouth to ask, Zhang Huansheng, who moved his hands and feet among the clouds and mist peaks, took the lead and asked with a smile: "This mountain peak is really magical, when I incarnate, the space in the cave is self-growing, and after completing the incarnation, the portal will automatically open as soon as I move my mind, I'm afraid it's a magic weapon, right?" ”

"Yes, it's a magic weapon." The old deacon blurted out a response, and then came back to his senses, opened his mouth, and asked in a somewhat dry voice: "You, have you successfully transformed the essence blood of that eight-fold snake into your own bloodline?" ”

Zhang Huansheng nodded and smiled: "The process is a bit dangerous, but it was a fluke success, but I have to thank the deacon for taking care of me before." ”

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