"Lost the Phantom Beast?"

This answer entered his ears, and Zhang Hao's breath was suffocated. You must know that with human cultivation alone, even if you reach the top, it is only the Nine Levels of Illusion Realm, and only after an Eleven-Star Divine Beast leans over, can the illusionist touch the edge of the Ten Levels of Illusion Body, and then have the means to tear apart the Void Prison. In short, Chan Qian's momentary brain fever caused him to lose his qualifications to step into the divine realm, and he was forever bound to the mortal realm, and could only wait for death slowly in despair. This kind of torture is even a hundred times more painful for a genius illusionist who can shake off the shackles of life at any time and enter the holy land that has pursued it all his life.

"Every mortal realm cultivator, the ultimate goal is to step into the divine realm, and the old man is no exception, perhaps because of the personality and status at that time, my desire is even stronger! After all, to really become the first, after a long time, that kind of loneliness at the peak always makes people feel like life is missing something. The blood was always hot, but it had to be numb and repeated day after day, like the walking dead, tasteless. So, when this mood reached a critical point, entering the divine realm became the only pursuit I dreamed of. ”

The memories continued, and the old man's voice brought out a slight tremor, and Zhang Hao could hear what the great contrast of falling directly from heaven to hell at that time meant to a peerless genius illusionist with a wild personality. That kind of sadistic pain must be painful.

"The human heart is sometimes paranoid. In the initial pain, the old man had regrets, but also despair, and even I thought about ending this pain and suffering by ending my life. But in the end, the yearning for the divine realm and the hatred that pervaded my heart made me stand up again! Never bow to fate. Do not bow to the gods in the divine realm who think they control all things in heaven and earth. One day, if I can really step into that place, I will let those powerful gods who once regarded us mortal beings as ants humbly prostrate in front of me!"

In the midst of excitement, the old man's tone was also full of unquestionable tenacity: "For more than three hundred years, I have never stopped trying to re-contract my own phantom beast. But the law of the contract between heaven and earth is imprinted on the Great Divine Soul Array, and unless my spiritual sense disappears, this binding will become a shackle that can never be broken. Trap me until I die!"

"At that time, I almost lost my mind in hatred, and even risked forcibly contracting demonic beasts at the cost of my soul. Over the past two hundred and forty years, there have been no less than a thousand failures, which has made the hatred in my heart swell more and more, and thus planted an unsolvable demon. And one day, when despair swallowed my heart again, an unexpected coincidence rekindled my fighting spirit. ”

"At the beginning, I used my brutal posture to invade the blood pill of the demonic beast with my divine soul power. Trying to forcibly merge the other party's consciousness, and each failure will result in the death of a demonic beast. Gradually. After summing up a lot of experience, I was dismayed to find that due to the laws of heaven and earth, the fusion of demonic beast spiritual consciousness has become an unattainable dream. If you can't find a way to break the limitations of this law, you can't succeed at all!"

So, the old man changed his method and began to continuously capture high-level demonic beasts, directly erasing the spiritual consciousness in their brain domains, and then tried to integrate their spiritual consciousness into the other party's blood pill to see if they could control it. And that coincidence happened by accident in countless experiments!"

"I have to say that sometimes when inheritance becomes a kind of inertia, it becomes an unquestionable continuation of brainwashing. If it weren't for being forced to a certain extent, the old man would never doubt the supreme will and rules descended from the divine realm. But under that situation, that madness and hatred, everything happened so naturally. In the process of erasing the spiritual intelligence of the Demon Beast, I unintentionally discovered that my spiritual consciousness could be dispersed into two parts, one of which was kept in my own brain domain, and the other was successfully integrated into the Blood Pill of the Demon Beast. Coupled with the relationship of spiritual consciousness and natal unity, I succeeded!"

"That demonic beast is just a ten-star demonic beast, although I finally gave it up, but in the process, I found that the contract law imprinted on the Divine Soul Great Array was weakened a little. I was ecstatic to find this discovery!"

For nearly fifty years, the old man was immersed in the frenzied cultivation of scattered spiritual sense. Since there was no practical way at that time, and I was in a hurry, I could only cultivate by constantly capturing demonic beasts. And with the increase in the dispersion of spiritual consciousness, the initial capture of one demonic beast slowly changed to two heads and three heads, and finally forty-nine heads. ”

After saying that, the old man changed his words and looked at Zhang Hao: "A top divine master who is about to step into the divine realm, the strength of his divine soul power has reached the peak of summoner shijie. And if the Blood Pill of the Demon Beast wants to withstand the impact of such a master's divine soul power without being shattered in an instant, do you know how high the minimum standard of the Blood Pill must be?"

Hearing this question, Zhang Hao, who had been fantasizing about the situation that Chan Qian was in at that time and the crazy state that the other party had, came back to his senses a little and shook his head slowly. At the same time, he suddenly felt a little inexplicably worried, because as far as he could understand now, under the suppression of hatred, there seemed to be nothing that Chan Qian, who had to make a desperate bet at that time, could not do.

"The lowest Divine Beast Nine Star Level!"

Sure enough, the next faint words came from the old man's mouth, causing Zhang Hao's face to change wildly: "According to your original cultivation technique, it seems that these demonic beasts will only end up in a dead end!"

"That's right. But those demonic beasts are not one-time consumables, and once they reach the level of nine-star divine beasts, their blood pills are enough to support me in cultivating spiritual consciousness for a week. There are even some ten-star divine beasts that can withstand the impact of my divine soul for nearly a month before collapsing!"

"In ancient times, the high-level Warcraft races were indeed extremely numerous. But even so, the number of demonic beasts that have the talent to be promoted to divine beasts will never exceed four thousand in the entire Zhengyuan Dalu. And when I finally dispersed my spiritual consciousness into forty-nine strands and created the Eight Desolation Demon Devouring, nearly 2,000 divine beasts above the nine-star level died in my hands. In other words, except for those who did not meet the conditions and some extremely powerful eleven-star divine beasts, at that time, the old man almost swept all the high-level demonic beast groups of summoner shijie, but almost all of the ten-star and nine-star level demonic beasts died because of my spiritual sense cultivation, among them. Not even more than fifty divine beasts that have reached the eleven-star level!"

"In the meantime. I became a nightmare for all the high-level Warcraft families. And due to the sharp decline in the number of divine beasts, many talented juniors of human beings can no longer contract powerful phantom beasts. Therefore, I have become the public enemy of all living beings in the entire Zhengyuan Dalu! For more than fifty years, those eleven-star divine beast-level old immortals, together with many powerful divine masters of human beings, have never stopped frantically besieging me. ”

"Two thousand high-level divine beasts, how could you possibly survive intact?"

At this moment, Zhang Hao was completely stunned by Chan Qian's bloody cultivation method, and his tone was full of disbelief. He didn't dare to imagine how panicked and angry those high-level Warcraft Race and Human Shijie masters were at that time, and he didn't even dare to imagine it. The powerful divine master who was once regarded as an idol by the entire Shijie should be step by step

After becoming a demon in the eyes of everyone and the monsters, and then arousing the resentment of countless people, how did he survive the brutal battle.

In addition to being shocked, looking at the old man in front of him again, Zhang Hao felt an indescribable admiration from the bottom of his heart. In any case, Chan Qian's life has been performing one miracle after another. Fearlessness in youth, arrogance at the peak, tenacity and gore in adversity. From a strong man who is sought after by Shijie, he has once again become the enemy that the whole Shijie hates. The flips and deeds of every character can be described as earth-shattering.

"At that time. The whole heart is filled with hatred for the divine realm and the master! Why are they high up and arbitrarily making rules to play with the mortal world? Why are they born with endless life and wantonly enjoying the glorious life of the divine realm? And why do they hold the power of life and death in the mortal realm, if they are not happy, let alone erase the life of a small mortal, even if they directly destroy the entire shijie, it is only a trivial matter!"

"Hate makes the demons infinitely magnified, and the psychology is gradually lost in distortion. So, in my eyes at that time, there was no right or wrong way to act. Yes, it is revenge. Then step into the divine realm, find the guy who has descended the so-called divine will in the mortal realm, and use a pair of fists to make him prostrate at my feet!"

"Moreover, for more than 50 years, the old man has not been as embarrassed as you imagined. In the face of the siege, at first, there may be many masters on the other side, and I have to find an opportunity to retreat. But when the Spiritual Consciousness cultivated forty-two strands, the attacks I condensed with my Divine Soul Power were almost unstoppable. You must know that at that time, the ancient illusionist powerhouse had never been exposed to the so-called scattered cultivation of spiritual sense, and the divine soul power only increased with the improvement of the realm, and the means of use were extremely crude. And in the face of my hard-won divine soul attack methods, they suffered heavy casualties. Until Zuihou, even if the traces of the old man were discovered, if they did not unite more than ten top powerhouses, these people would not dare to step forward because of fear. ”

"Sometimes when I think back to that time, I feel a little scared. It's not because of the circumstances at the time, but because of the psychology of killing extremists. ”

"Fifty years! Fifty years! Nearly ninety percent of the human divine masters and demonic beasts above the nine stars on Zhengyuan Dalu have died at the hands of the old man!"

"Iniquity!"

Looking at Chan Qian's clasped hands and trembling after saying something, Zhang Hao also sighed. After a long silence, he slowly asked, "What happened later? Did you defeat the Juggernaut?"

Hearing this question, the old man also calmed down a little, and after a while, he waved his hand slightly, and the look of struggle that wanted to speak and stopped couldn't help but make Zhang Hao frown slightly: "Failed again?"

Shaking his head again, Chan Qian turned sideways slightly, quietly staring at the giant tower in front of him, and finally said a word, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, it slammed into Zhang Hao's heart, making him can't help but take a hard breath of cold air.

"It's not a defeat, the old man relied on his original Eight Desolation Demon Devouring to directly wipe him out from this side!"

PS: I don't know how to express it except to say sorry. During this time, the update is almost turtle speed, and the reason is speechless. In fact, when you are busy, it is absolutely fine to write at least one chapter for three or four hours a day, and at least two chapters a day on weekends. But after the last frustration, the uncle was a little panicked and found that it seemed that the ability to code words was suddenly deprived. Last week, on weekends and on Saturdays, I sat in front of the computer for at least 30 hours, and only wrote more than 4,000 words in two days. So, in the past few days, I took the time to go to nature for a spin, but there was still no effect. Touching the keyboard with both hands, my mind went blank, and just yesterday, I couldn't help but think, is this the end of it? With this complicated mood, last night with my father, I got drunk! At two o'clock in the night, he sat on the side of the road with me, talking about life wantonly, laughing or crying, or longing.

As a result, today, it seems that everything is back, three changes a day! I will continue to slowly make up for the update of this period of time, sometimes, how about 10,000 words in exchange for a few cents? Enjoy the process of struggle, enjoy this love haode always, share the original intention of this happiness, it seems to be the same happiness!

Who remembers this sentence?"Dear friends, stretch out your hands and get high with the fat guy!" (To be continued......)