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Sikong looked at the dried corpse, and the withered yellow hair could not hide the desperate and crazy look of the dried corpse before it died.

His legs were straight, his hands were clutching at the edge of the bed, and his black nails were even digging into the planks, some of which were even cracked open, revealing the rotting flesh underneath.

You must know that the bed of the small boss is uniformly cast with 'frost wood', which has a certain effect of calming the mind, although it is wood, but the density is not inferior to that of a thousand steels!

As soon as the value of Sikong's spiritual domain moved, the fetal membrane of the world wrapped around the ankle went down, and under the control of Sikong's spirit, the lines overlapped and entangled, forming a somewhat rough, but roughly decent 'pliers'.

The 'pliers' swayed to the chest of the dried corpse on the bed, and when he clamped the sternum open, he saw a drop of golden blood that seemed to be still breathing on the heart of the dried corpse, which was completely dehydrated and less than the size of a walnut.

However, this drop of blood is slightly darker in color than three days ago, and it is a little more spiritual.

And that evil spirit, with only a few wisps, seems to have disappeared completely.

Suddenly, the blood seemed to sense the spirit body attached to the fetal membranes of the world, and slowly gave birth to a slender tentacle from the oval-shaped liquid beads.

The antennae were light and thin, and they should have swayed in the wind like catkins in the wind, but the space on the bed seemed to be a puddle of mud, floating in the air, not moving.

Just slowly head towards the 'pliers' on the sternum.

'Whoosh! ’

Suddenly, Ben swallowed slowly, and quickly elongated between the tentacles that were still tentative, and a sucker that was invisible to the naked eye was born at the end of the tentacles, which was about to swallow the spirit body on the world's placenta!

But the speed of the tentacles is fast, and the nerve conduction speed of Sikong is even faster, and before the suction cup touches the fetal membranes of the world, the 'pliers' will collapse into lines with no width and diameter, and return to Sikong's ankles.

Suddenly, due to the loss of the target, the crazy elongated, like a gluttonous tentacle listlessly picked up, and crawled back slowly.

The faintly breathing golden blood was restored.

"Appetite, it's getting bigger......"

Sikong's eyes were gloomy, and his face was a little ugly.

After a billion years of vicissitudes of life, the blood of Christ has given birth to a mutation, resulting in a deep evil nature, and a crazy desire to devour all life, especially without the suppression of the second world, this evil nature is slowly revived.

"For the first time, it only takes a corpse to silence the Blood of Christ for a while; And the second time, this number has increased exponentially, and two corpses are not enough! ”

Sikong frowned and groaned, the three corpses in the bedroom were the missing jackals, red devils, and Chuanhai.

Perhaps they wanted to take revenge and want to strike first, but whatever the cause, the result was that they were all ruthlessly used as a medium for the Blood of Christ.

Such an act of reckless disregard for human life is enough to make children stop crying and become a negative teaching material in textbooks.

But Sikong didn't care.

Sikong looked at the dried corpse on the bed, there was still a gap in the sternum of the dried corpse, and Sikong could even see the blood of Christ in the heart of the dried corpse.

The Blood of Christ seems to have fallen into a deep sleep, and even the evil spirit has been completely restrained and invisible, but it knows that it is hibernating, disguised, and deceiving!

Just like a perfect predator, he knows how to trick the senses of his prey into a fatal blow and become the nourishment for his own growth!

Sikong's injuries have indeed healed.

Use the corpse of the jackal to maintain a temporary peace with the blood of Christ.

However, it is not so much calm as some kind of metamorphosis.

Use the nutrition of the jackal's corpse, the latent images in the brain, and the memory of the muscles to make up for your own blank instincts.

Go all out to learn and get rid of all external perceptions.

During this period of calm, Sikong borrowed the role of the 'superior cell division catalyst' of the Blood of Christ and a large amount of divine substances to allow his injuries to heal at a high speed, and even his cultivation was faintly breakthrough.

Of course, Sikong didn't know that the jackal had fallen from the two-dimensional level, and his physical potential and vision were far from being comparable to ordinary one-dimensional, which met the requirements of the first transformation of the blood of Christ.

The appetite for the Blood of Christ is far greater than that of the Commonplace!

'There are only three people missing, and it has attracted the same hatred and hatred of the East Kowloon District, and the strength is still too low, so I should not be high-profile now, and I should seek victory in stability. The best way is to get rid of the evil nature and do it once and for all! ’

Sikong hammered his hand, recalling that late night three days ago, his eyes showed a cold wolf light, and he was extremely greedy.

In the middle of the night, he borrowed the blood of Christ to heal his wounds, and it only took more than three hours to make the fire poison fade, the remaining injuries to disappear, and return to the peak!

Although the Blood of Christ is not a biological diet, the magic of changing the heavens and the earth cannot make it faster to practice.

But the blood of Christ is Yahweh, the omniscient and omnipotent, the wounded wounds of the great men who are second to none in all civilizations in the world, and this life is a treasure of heaven and earth, exhausting the creation of heaven and earth.

The divinity contained in the blood of Christ alone made Sikong's cultivation speed terrifying, it was simply a song step by step, and Sikong could clearly perceive the rapid improvement of his strength.

After all, divinity is also a high-level energy substance, relative to the immortal energy in the world of cultivating immortals, and the micro strings in scientific and technological civilization. In front of the greedy beast of the superstring furnace, whether you are divine or immortal, you will bite it all and swallow it into your stomach and become your own fat!

But if it is not Ji Tailai, maybe Sikong squeezed the blood pressure of Christ Treasure too hard, and actually let the Blood of Christ end its transformation ahead of schedule and fight back wildly!

If it weren't for Sikong's constant vigilance and only ingested a trace of extremely weak blood, otherwise, he, the little lamb who took the initiative to send it to the door, would only have to be reduced to a dry corpse.

'The Blood of Christ? There should be something other than divinity, a superior catalyst for cell division. ’

The effect of this true kingdom of God alone is probably not as simple as projecting the state of the spirit body onto the real body. ’

Sikong was secretly thinking, and suddenly recalled the last scene he saw after the whole real game.

Defending the lonely city as a demon, he actually wounded the Lord so badly that he left a drop of blood behind.

This drop of blood is the blood of Christ, and it is also the blood in the chest of the dried corpse in front of Sikong's eyes.

How can a fantasy built in the second world coincide with history so coincidentally?!

The role played by the Lonely City is called Lucifer, and in the Bible of Western civilization, it is Lucifer, a fallen angel, who turned his back on God and left the kingdom of heaven to throw himself into the arms of the demons of the underworld.

Although there is a theory of fate, the contestants plundered their luck and plotted to kill the gods, and they had already made Middle-earth a miasma, and the established world trajectory could not be pulled back.

"In the end, the inertia of fate is too strong, and finally returns to the established end of fate; Or ......"

Sikong's pupils shrank, and he was also shocked by the speculation in his heart: "We have returned to a billion years ago, or rather, we were destined to return to Middle-earth, history, because of us!" ”

"No, no......"

Instead, Sikong dispelled this absurd speculation, although he was an 'illiterate' and had not systematically studied the theory of time and space, but he also knew that the theory of time was the most unpredictable.

Mo said that most of the repairers in the entire starry sky, even if a grain of sand breaks the shackles of time and returns to the past where it should not exist, will have terrifying consequences under the overlapping effect of the butterfly effect.

If you are not careful, you will cause the physical system of the universe to collapse and explode itself!

The line of time is highly controlled by the imperial government, and there are extremely strict laws set up for time.

After pondering for a moment to no avail, Sikong shook his somewhat dizzy head and went downstairs with a wry smile.