Chapter 0227 blurred himself

Moissan's mind had many questions, but now was not the time for him to think. The Nine Bloods Demon Transformation Period was fleeting, and at this time, the ring of fire spread out by the Hellfire on the periphery was also coming to an end, and if Mo Sang didn't decide whether to be promoted or not, he would probably miss this opportunity. Mo Sang was ruthless and simply got it done in one go. Although Mo Sang did not know the origin of the voice, his intuition told him that the owner of the voice was not in danger now, and that it was likely to come to his aid at a critical time, no matter what its purpose was, at least for the time being. Mo Sang tilted his head and squirted nine drops of essence blood into his mouth. As soon as the essence blood appeared, it emitted a thousand rays of light, and the hazy blood around it was frantically inhaled as if it had encountered a sponge. At this time, large-scale cracks began to appear in Mozán's entire body, and the blood gushing out of Mozán's body was scattered around. This great demon period is the critical period of the qualitative leap of the blood river**, and when it reaches this stage, Mo Sang will be able to incarnate the blood river, and from then on, the physical body will be able to be completely reorganized, and when fighting with people, the incarnation of the blood river can avoid many injuries and can transform all things at will, with infinite magic methods. It's like when Xingtian and Guo Jingshan fought against each other, he turned into a blood-colored wolf, and Wu Mian turned into a blood-colored dragon. The true power of the Blood River** can only be truly manifested when it reaches the Great Demon Period, and many of the martial arts that are matched with the Blood River** can only be truly used during this period. Xingtian has always told Mo Sang that the Demon Gate does not need any spells or formations. In fact, because their physical bodies can already be ever-changing, there is no need to use any exercise array to enhance their power, and the subtlety of the Demon Gate Exercises lies in their own dependence. Mo Sang was horrified to find that the flesh and blood on his body at this time fell down as if he was rotting. After a while, the white bones of the forest were exposed on his body, and all the flesh and blood on Mo San's body turned into a pool of blood, and what was even more amazing was that Mo Sang's divine consciousness at this time was extremely clear, and he could even manipulate his bone frame to make various actions. The nine drops of essence blood that had been suspended in the air all this time shot fiercely into Mo Sang's remaining white bones. The white bones were instantly dyed blood-red by this drop of essence blood, and it looked indescribably bewitching and terrifying from a distance. And this red skeleton didn't last long, and the essence and blood attached to the white bones gradually softened like maggots on tarsal bones, and after a while, they dissolved like flesh and blood. At this time, the blood under Mo Sang's feet swelled again, and at this moment, Mo San's entire body was completely directly turned into a small beach that was not very big by the blood river. At this time, Mo Sang could clearly feel the changes of any drop of blood in the blood pool, and even Mo Sang could manipulate the blood water to flow backwards, flowing from low to high, and he could also manipulate them to condense into any shape. Mo Sang was interested in playing there for a while, turning into a horse for a while, and condensing into the appearance of a girl for a while, and having fun. And at that moment, the voice sounded again. "Fool, now is not the time to be happy. Do you see the remaining eight drops of essence blood on the top of your head? If you can't condense into their original form before they are all consumed, you will only be able to show people this pool of blood in the future!" Mo Sang was reprimanded by this cold voice, and suddenly found that the eight drops of essence blood that had been suspended on the top of his head had already inadvertently consumed one drop at this time, and the voice also said that if he couldn't quickly reshape his body and condense back to his original appearance, he was afraid that he would never be able to go back. If that's really the case, I'm afraid this advance can be regarded as a failure, right? Mo Sang seemed to have found some key, and hurriedly manipulated the blood of his incarnation to begin to condense his flesh. At this time, Mo Sang's mind suddenly went blank. Mo Sang thought in surprise: What did I look like? Mo Sang was so surprised by his sudden forgetfulness that he couldn't cry or laugh, it stands to reason that the most familiar appearance should be himself. But at this time, Mo Sang suddenly discovered that the person he didn't know the most was himself. Even his own appearance is not so detailed, Mo Sang vaguely remembers his appearance, but he can never let the blood condense into a clear self. Mo Sang tried his best, and the final condensed image was still blurry. Mo Sang looked at his own appearance reflected in the blood water, and suddenly found out sadly that he really didn't know what he looked like. So much so that at such a critical time, the physical body he condensed was so ambiguous. Mo Sang was a little anxious, and at this time, there was not much essence blood left on the top of his head. The toss just now caused Mo Sang to consume four drops of essence blood, and at this time there were only the last three drops left. Sensing that time was running out, Mo Sang's heart became even more flustered. In the past, Mo Sang was always full of confidence during exams, and he was often the first person in the exam room to answer the exam papers. This kind of self-confidence that has been cultivated over time can also be very prominent when there are setbacks. For the first time in his life, Mo Sang couldn't answer the exam paper when the exam was nearing the end, and the content of the exam paper was actually the person he was most familiar with! This result made Mo Sang unacceptable, and he tried his best to recall his usual appearance. He rarely looks in the mirror because he is confident enough. Since he was a child, his family has been superior, and people from all over the country know that he has long eyebrows and clear eyes and is extremely handsome, and Mo Sang usually knows what he looks like without even looking in the mirror. And at this time, it was this self-confidence that hurt him. What he had always thought he was looking like could not give him a definite answer. What the hell am I like? Mo Sang's facial features were rapidly adjusted at this time, and each adjustment would consume a lot of essence and blood energy. Gradually, among the only three drops of essence blood left, one drop has begun to become blurry and may disappear at any time. But no matter how Mo Sang adjusted, he never wanted to believe that this person was himself, so he had to adjust again. In this way, the power of essence blood was consumed little by little by such a meaningless Mo San. Seeing that another drop of essence blood has disappeared, and now only the last drop of essence blood remains, if Mo Sang can no longer determine his appearance, I am afraid that he can only become a blurred face, and even his facial features cannot be revealed. Mo Sanang's anxious heart was numb, but the more he did this, the more he couldn't adjust the appearance of what he believed. Mo Sang looked at the last drop of essence blood left on the top of his head, and thought helplessly: Could it be that I Mo Sang I was famous, but in the end I lost to my own face? >