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Rodin began to search his mind for his memory, where was he and what he was doing before he entered this situation?

Memories go back to the Nine Rings Arena - enchantments, demons, cowardly humans.

"The demon of arrogance. ”

"Yes, I remember being pinched in the palm of my hand by the demon of arrogance, and my whole body ached, and then I was in a fog, and I don't know why. ”

"I was supposed to be unconscious. “

"Now? Is it in a dream? What is the illusory corridor of memories and the voice?"

I couldn't feel bodily sensation, only a thought flashed through me.

Time has no meaning to him, only thinking can prove his existence.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a second, maybe more than half a century. If you were an ordinary person, you would have been numb in the dark, lost your thoughts and emotions, and your spirituality would have been annihilated in endless emptiness and nothingness, and you would have become a walking dead or a real vegetative person.

However, after being honed by willpower such as special training methods, Rodin calmly maintained his sanity and maintained uninterrupted thinking.

"Since I can think, then I should still be alive, or my body should be alive. “

The impressive words before the disillusionment resounded in my mind: "If you can't even accept your true self, then I can't recognize you!"

He clearly felt that the key to breaking free from this silence was in this sentence.

"What is he, and why do I need his approval?"

All the things that happened in the past were all passed through in my mind, and at this moment, the thoughts were extremely clear, and no memories could be hidden.

"I have been hesitant and confused in Yuen, and the only thing I clearly pursue is power—the power of domination. “

"Before I encountered the demon of arrogance, my breakthrough was close at hand, and it was only a thin layer of window paper. ”

"So, am I in a breakthrough right now?"

"That mysterious voice, the exact same shadow as me. ”

A sudden sense of enlightenment.

"He is definitely the bloodline buried deep in my body, and the power of my unique bloodline!"

"What I've been pursuing is not to get the approval of the bloodline, or to tame the bloodline and awaken the power of domination!"

"As long as I succeed in taming the power of the bloodline, then I will be able to awaken and break free from the shackles!"

With the thought of it, he suddenly felt a bright avenue spread out in front of him.

"Harness it, conquer it!"

"The power of my bloodline, if I want to conquer you, do you have to recognize yourself clearly?"

"Accept your true self and what kind of person are you?"

I believe that most people have never seriously thought about this question in their lives, and now he has to personally interrogate the soul and analyze himself.

"What do I like and fear of?"

When he was very young, he was a lonely man, never social, and when other children gathered together to laugh and play, he was always alone, staring at the sky in a daze, letting go of the wild fantasies in his mind.

He was a quiet man, never joining in the fun, and later entered society, where he was forced to develop many hypocritical habits: politeness, smirk, flattery.

He is a confused person, who has never had a clear goal, and has a tendency to get by, or lack of self-motivation.

He is a cowardly person, afraid of the fingers of others, afraid of unknown challenges, only when the success rate of a thing reaches seven levels, eighty percent can it be possible to try, and will never fight for a probability of one in 10,000.

It's all about the true self of the past.

All this cannot be denied, but it can be changed!

Face up to the cowardice, hypocrisy, and badness of the past.

Whether you are good or humble, embrace your true self, accept the past and examine the present.

"Boom-"

In an instant, as if the heavens and the earth were cracking, the eternal silence dissipated, the heavens and the earth were disillusioned, and a pure white and immaculate room was born and expanded from nothingness.

He stood on the white ground, looking at his body in surprise when a figure appeared on the other side.

"You get the idea. “

"The Bloodline Force will not accept people who are unable to face their past and their fears. ”

"Now you have what it takes to challenge me. ”

"How do I get your approval?"

"Defeat me, or give up, and fall into darkness forever. “

Two twin brotherly figures began to fight fiercely in this white space,

The blades are opposed, flickering and changing.

Same level of strength, same swordsmanship.

But Rodin can only exert about 70% or 80% of his own strength, which is affected by factors such as psychology, proficiency, and his own control, while the figure transformed by the power of the bloodline can exert 100% of his strength and is in a perfect state.

The results speak for themselves, endless failures.

His painful senses were magnified dozens of times, and each sword of the Bloodline Phantom Body would make him feel great pain, as if he had been hit by tens of thousands of volts of electricity, pale and paralyzed, and painful to the bone marrow.

And every time he drank hatred under the sword of the bloodline phantom body, he would experience a brief period of boundless darkness, which was the experience called death, which made people numb to the fear of nothingness, loneliness, and inability to even perceive their own existence, beyond the limit.

Dozens of deaths, scraping bones, removing marrow, and Ling Chi could not express one or two of their pain.

He didn't say a word, he went from the dead to the resurrection, hundreds, thousands of times.

I don't know how long it took, from the initial fighting spirit to frustration, and then to indifference.

Strength, body coordination, and swordsmanship skills become more and more sophisticated and refined under the sharpening of perfect opponents.

Finally ushered in the dawn.

An unprecedented sense of joy flows from the bottom of the heart, the body and mind merge, and everything becomes one.

"Win—"

Erwin stabbed deep into his opponent's heart, and the bloodline phantom noded at him, and in an instant, it vanished, turning into a cloud of light, a droplet-shaped blood-colored seed.

"Ancestral Dragon. ”

This word instantly appeared in the bottom of his heart, this is the source of his bloodline, the inheritance of his bloodline.

It is no wonder that the Chinese people have been called the descendants of the dragon since ancient times.

The blood broke through the white cell and appeared in Rodin's body, starting from his chest and moving freely among the flesh and bones, his surface appearing in dense swirling patterns.

All at once, the sensation in his body returned, and he felt a sharp pain, as if a bone-scraping steel knife was slowly and deeply cutting through the flesh.

Everywhere they passed, hundreds of limbs, flesh and marrow, and even imperceptible cells and genes, wisps of mysterious substance, poured out like stars, gathered into the whirlpool of blood, and became its nourishment.

Thrive and luxuriant.

After traveling through the whole body, the blood seed grew slightly from the size of the initial seed, and began to float in the chest, dripping and turning.

A passage from "Long Yuan" surged in his mind: "After taming the power of the bloodline, the blood seed is born, and after the first round, it completely absorbs the remaining ancestral bloodline in the body, and then guides the blood seed to a place in the body." ”

"The place where the blood species is placed must be cautious, which is related to the body parts that will be alienated in the future. ”

"Most of the strength people will choose the arms and thighs. ”

"Where should my blood be placed?"

After a brief thought, he thought of the missing right eye.

"If I deposit my blood in my right orbit, will I be able to regain my vision later?"

The griffon pecked at his eye as if it were yesterday, and the blindness of his right eye was an eternal pain in his heart.

There is no relevant record in the dragon abyss, who would store the blood seed in the missing parts of the body?

He didn't think too much about it, the process of taming the blood seed was also a process of challenging himself.

Danger also meant opportunity, and he blessedly dragged the blood dripping from his chest through his neck to the black, hollow right eye socket.

As soon as the mind moved, the dripping and spinning blood suddenly stopped, stretching out countless fine tentacles like blood insects, deeply penetrating into the flesh, and at the same time, the right eye continuously emitted a warm breath, diffusing and wandering all over the body, and this breath roamed the limbs and hundreds of remains, and then returned to the blood species, forming a cycle.

Soon after, he was soaking in a hot spring, warm and comfortable.

If he took off his blindfold at this time, he would find that his pupils were flashing with an inky black.

"Boom-" The figure in the red and white striped fancy robe suddenly stopped twitching, and then his middle finger, which was attached to the rough and cold ground, trembled slightly, like a tender shoot tearing out of the ground, and opened his black and white eyes in an instant

The light, harsh light shone into the eyes, and the corners of the eyes were red in a slight burning pain, oozing a trace of tears.

The cruel scene not far away came into view, which made him even more angry.

Even Cynthia's bare white and delicate jade back could be seen with soft fluff, and the army-standard long sword hanging in mid-air was also clearly visible.

He heard the hoarse cry that seemed to be pressed the pause button, smelled the steaming sweat mixed with the blood, and saw the jagged yellow teeth of the soldier opposite, half of the mouth exposed.

"Bang, bang, bang,"

In the wonderful perceptual vision, the blood seed pulsed like a second heart, and in the blink of an eye, a black torrent was transmitted, following the guidance of the mind, and rushing to the fingertips like lightning.

"Beep-"

The posture of the pistol, the fingertip ballistic breaks through the invisible door, and the torrent shoots out instantly.

The black, winding and circling of the solitude, with antlers, snake body, lizard legs, and phoenix claws, its shape is like a dragon, an oriental dragon.

The soldier's spearhead was snapped by the dragon's light, fragile as a piece of paper.

And the dragon-shaped light passed through the back of the sword, and You Zizi flew into the sky without stopping, disappearing at the end of the field of vision.

"Whoosh-"

In a flash of lightning, a feathered arrow followed closely behind the soldier's head, and the weeping girl was completely saved.

His hanging heart suddenly let go, "Whew-" only to find that at this moment, the smooth robe was drenched with sweat and wet on his body.

Almost at the same time, a familiar voice came, "Rodin, you're awake?!"