Inside the black box lay three bottles of potions and a note.

Zode naturally took out the paper first to check the content on it, and it was a familiar handwriting that caught his eyes, which was not good-looking, but he could see the casualness and ease revealed between the lines.

Seeing the words, a smile appeared on the face of Zod, who thought of him.

After a while, he finally understood the true meaning of Xiao Yi's words to him, although the name of the three bottles of potion was unheard of, but its function was very clear in the paper.

In short, it is the best elixir that can give people the opportunity to transcend the sainthood, whether you are a natural waste wood of the five scum or a top powerhouse who has been cultivating martial arts, you will have the opportunity to be directly promoted to a saint-level powerhouse after taking it.

Of course, this is only the most ideal result, and the vast majority of others may be another predictive result in the parting advice, because the reaction that cannot withstand the effect of the drug explodes and dies, and there is no corpse.

If in a civilized society, this double-edged sword of power will be considered an extremely unwise choice, and in the troubled times when power is supreme, it will be coveted by all motivated people.

If the others knew that Zod had this kind of thing on his body now, it was estimated that a group of fanatical people would be surrounded in a few minutes and frantically grab his head, but now with his body, this can't be regarded as a good choice.

Xiao Yi made it very clear on this piece of paper, what results will lead to after taking it is completely determined by the current strength and physical state of the user himself, the closer to the strength of the Holy Order, the better the physical condition, the higher the success rate, theoretically speaking, this kind of thing that seems to be just the icing on the cake for the strong has no technical content at all, but only those who have really been in a state of being in a state of being on the verge of a long time can truly understand how huge and powerless this little gap is.

Breaking down the barrier of perception, talent, and cultivation method and simply transforming it into the accumulation of the potential of the body's vitality is nothing more than a 'little' risk, and it has to be said that it is a shortcut to the extreme.

What's more, Xiao Yi also deliberately prepared two other bottles of potions to improve vitality and potential as the guarantee and buffer of the main potion "Nirvana", in order to maximize the success rate after taking the medicine, but it is estimated that the situation he envisioned did not include the state of dying after being seriously injured.

Even if Zod's current body can withstand an extremely violent drug reaction, when he successfully advances to the Holy Rank, it will cause an unbearable burden on the seriously injured body due to the sudden increase in fighting energy and strength, and the final outcome will be obvious.

"Sure enough, it's a big gamble on the line of life and death!"

After sighing in his heart, Zode resolutely took out three bottles of potions from the box, there is nothing to worry about at all, is there still a choice for him to be like this!

If you don't get out, if you fail anyway, you can experience this anti-heaven elixir, even if you die, it's worth it.

After deciding the order of taking the medicine, Zod first took the two bottles of the medicine to improve physical fitness in turn, and then took the final medicine "Nirvana" for a moment, paused for a moment, poured it into his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

The medicine that can create miracles is really not a peaceful and stable existence, from the beginning of the entrance, it is like a fire rushing through the throat, and in the stomach it explodes in an instant, the blood in the whole body is boiling and rushing like boiling water, and every piece of muscle is being beaten and rubbed by the hammer.

Zod curled up like a boiled shrimp and twitched and rolled like a beaten wild dog, and he wanted to scream to vent his pain, but the explosive force and muscle twitching in his body made him barely able to control his throat and vocal cords, and in the end his mouth became an indistinct whisper.

The muscles on his body were expanding and squirming irregularly, and finally he couldn't help but repeatedly break and tear out the wound out of thin air, and the new and old wounds on his body were like blood transfusion bags that had been suddenly squeezed, and the blood and pus burst open and instantly stained the surrounding ground.

Zod, who vomited blood, felt that all the blood in his body was about to burst out of his body, and it was as if he was experiencing the most powerful poison and the most cruel torture in his body and around him.

He almost wanted to end himself up now to get rid of these pains, but with a little hope and will in the deepest part of his mind, his gaze remained clear and condensed.

......

As the night faded and the beasts scattered without a trace, Jay, who had returned early in the morning, followed the trail to the entrance of the cave, and with the traces of the cave entrance, he could accurately judge the general situation of what happened here last night.

He was sure that his target was inside the cave, but it was likely that all he found was a corpse.

Just about to enter the cave to find the target, Jay's expression suddenly changed, and then suddenly jumped backwards, and after two consecutive ups and downs, he retreated more than a dozen steps away, and put on a posture like a great enemy facing the dark cave entrance.

A figure appeared in the darkness, and Zod now looked very embarrassed, with only a pair of coarse cloth close-fitting trousers all over his body, his bare flesh covered in blood and dirt, and the wounds that had just healed looked like a corpse had come to life.

And under this miserable appearance, contrary to it, was the expression on his equally dirty face and the divine light radiating from his pupils.

Neither the essence, the qi, nor the god should reveal the state of a dying person, just what happened overnight, Jay didn't know, he only knew that when he appeared in front of Zod yesterday, the positions of the two had quietly exchanged positions until now.

Now he is a soldier, and Zod is an old god.

"Now if I say you'd better run away, I don't know if you believe it or not?" said Zod, scratching his messy hair.

"I believe it, but I can't!"

"That's a pity, let's do it!"

Before he could finish speaking, Jay's blade had already flown in front of Zod, who dodged to send the attack into the air, and this time his movements seemed to be easy, and his swift speed even left a slight afterimage of his figure in place.

It is still the shadow of the sword and the cold light flying in the sky, and it is even more fierce in terms of attack and speed than yesterday, it seems that the young man still kept his hand yesterday, and today he was oppressed by Zode's momentum and opened his firepower without reservation.

It's a pity that he still can't help the enemy in front of him, even if he is unarmed now!

In the face of the dense attack like rain, although Zod can only continue to dodge, but the movements look very calm, the muddy water splashed on the ground and the powerful shaking of the flesh during movement and the trajectory of the weapon reflect each other, it seems that it is no longer a cruel scene, but gives birth to a bit of artistic atmosphere decorated with cold tones.

And in this picture, Jay seems to be getting more and more bleak!

(End of chapter)