Inside the Ancient Space. )

Yang Jian's body was constantly expanding, and then shattered, like a huge leather ball, from the flesh to the meridians, constantly bursting open, and the flesh and blood flew sideways.

Wave after wave of pain kept overlapping with Yang Jian.

At this time, no one can endure this pain.

Yang Jian himself obviously didn't expect such a pain, and learned from the old demon that if this demon god blood wanted to absorb it, it must constantly transform the pain.

If it weren't for Yang Jian's strong physical body, it is estimated that the saint's breath would not be able to resist it before, and he would have been lost in the saint's breath early, and he would have transformed his body now.

If the demon god blood wants to be completely absorbed, the flesh needs to be constantly overlapped and broken, so that the demon god blood can be completely absorbed.

......

"Ahhhh

Every time the pain is honed, the pain is infinitely magnified.

The transformation of the physical body, Yang Jian has not experienced it, it is far inferior to the transformation of the blood of the 7 demon gods.

"Hold on, hold on, I'll make it"

"The demon god blood of the saint's breath, the greatest help from heaven to me, as long as the demon god blood is refined, even if it is ninety percent of the demon god blood, my strength will be proud of this realm"

"Returning to the fairy world is just such a chance. ”

Yang Jian kept stabilizing his consciousness.

The blood of the demon god transforms the body, and the pain of the flesh affects the soul every time, as if it wants to tear the soul apart. Far from suffering from the rebirth of a severed limb. Dripping blood is reborn.

Yang Jian's transformation, from the inside to the outside, to the outside to the inside, no matter what it is, is transforming all the time.

"Three out of three"

"Two into five"

"Three into six"

"Eight-in-four"

......

The Demon Suppression Tower had already flown out of Yang Jian's body, suspended in the air, and a phantom figure stood on top of the Demon Suppression Tower.

"Yang Jian's good luck, the demon god blood of the saint's breath can be obtained, as long as he masters eighty percent of the demon god blood, his strength will increase rapidly. Those giants in the outside world just happened to become a big tonic."

"After absorbing fifty percent of the demon god's blood, the difficulty will increase again, and it will need to be broken trillions of times at least. I don't know if Yang Jian can bear it."

"Trillions of pains are by no means so easy to bear, once the enemy suffers from the past, Yang Jian, this kid will become the most murderous existence, and his physical body will be infinitely attackable, unless it is a saint who makes a move."

"What the future will be, it's all in the day"

The old devil is wearing a black robe, and the black robe is windless.

Meanwhile.

In the black and white cage, the aura of Jin Shan and Shui Shan continued to weaken, and it seemed that they could be completely broken in the next second.

"It's been half a month. Why isn't Yang Jian dead yet?"

"This Yang Jian is too powerful, relying on these two treasures alone, he can last for so long, I really don't know how to cultivate. ”

"There is no such strength in the world"

Outside attacks continue.

This half a month was a huge torture for them.

They took turns attacking every day, wanting to put Yang Jian to death, and they kept attacking, so that their faces now showed a tired look.

There were also contradictions among the people.

Someone decided to give up, someone decided to continue.

Originally, they thought that they joined forces to attack. It didn't take a few days to completely take down Yang Jian, but it turned out that Yang Jian was stronger than they imagined.

Half a month to take turns attacking, with little effect. For the consumption is great.

Either the seventh-eighth-turn half-step Holy Ancestor, or the nineth-turned-half-step Holy Ancestor. The amount of divine power consumed is not ordinary, and if you don't see victory, the impact is very great.

If it spreads, it is estimated that people will die of laughter.

Among them, especially the White Bone King, he cares the most, Yang Jian is not dead, and if he encounters it next time, he must be himself if he dies.

Yang Jian's ferocity, they all saw it in their hearts.

Once the Endless Abyss expedition is over, and when the time comes to seal it again, the White Bone King can certainly avoid the disaster, and the next encounter will definitely not end well.

The important thing is that he is stuck at this stage, and if he wants to break through, he must get the white bone giant from Yang Jian.

At this stage, it is very difficult for them to improve their strength at any point, and they may not take a step in hundreds of years or thousands of years, so they will focus on Yang Jian.

"I know your thoughts, we have joined forces, then we have to join forces, then we can give up halfway, you have to think clearly, Yang Jian is amazing"

The words of the White Bone Monarch were like a knife, hanging above their heads, and it seemed that the next second it would be cut down and their lives would be harvested.

They are difficult to guard against.

Yang Jian must die.

The White Bone Monarch took a deep breath, the trouble was temporarily resolved, and all that was left was to end Yang Jian's life as soon as possible.

...

"Nine out of eight"

Inside the Ancient Space.

Yang Jian experienced shattering again, starting from absorbing the blood of the demon god, until now, he himself didn't know how many times he had experienced it.

He could feel that the strength of his body was growing, this was just physical strength, even if there was a drop of blood left after being beaten, he could also recover his strength.

The ascension of the strength of the physical body completely surpasses the past.

"Can't give up. ”

"I can, I can absorb eighty out of nine, then I can absorb the rest"

"Holy Demon Divine Blood, the opportunity is rare, I will definitely succeed"

Yang Jian reined in his soul and controlled his soul, he knew better than anyone else that there was only one opportunity, but every time he tore and suffered, it was as painful as a doppelganger.

"Ninety Percent"

After entering ninety percent, there was only one drop of demon god blood left in the void.

Don't look at that drop, this is the real jīng Hua, just so one, the difficulty is infinitely magnified.

"I can't go on like this, if I go down any longer, my soul won't be able to bear it, and it will be completely torn apart when the time comes"

Yang Jian recovered his body again, and his soul was traumatized, if he gritted his teeth and insisted before, then now it is painful, and it seems that his soul will be finished at any time.

The situation is dangerous.

"Boy. Give it up. ”

"Absorb ninety percent of the blood of the demon gods. Enough is enough, don't go any further."

The old devil also began to remind.

The demon god's blood absorbs ninety percent, reaching the old demon's expectations, but the latter don't think that it can be absorbed, once it is spelled, it will have a great impact.

"No, I can't. ”

Yang Jian was ruthless this time and would never give up.

Ninety percent, Yang Jian is not satisfied, let alone ninety into eight, but in his goal. It has to be ten out of ten.

The blood of the saint demon god, which contains the breath of the saint, if it is absorbed completely, it will be promoted to the saint realm in the future. There will be a lot less hassle.

As said, the opportunity is just that, and Yang Jian doesn't want to give it up.

Then fight all the way to the end.

Nine out of nine.

Yang Jian's primordial spirit appeared to shatter.

This is the case of reaching the limit, and if it continues, the primordial spirit will surely be shattered.

If the original spirit is broken, it will not be able to be promoted to a saint, and it must be a winding path with strength.

In the same way, once you take this path, you will be stunned. The strength will also be the top level among the saints.

The primordial god is just beheading three corpses, and becoming a saint is the simplest of them.

At this time, Yang Jian needs to choose.

If you give up at this time, the demon god's blood will absorb ninety into one, and it will completely solve the troubles in the outside world, and the strength will increase by leaps and bounds, just like a fish returning to the sea and a tiger returning to the mountains and forests, and there will be no constraints from now on.

But once you fight to the end. The original spirit is broken, and the road will be more troublesome in the future.

The old devil surprisingly didn't stop it this time, and let Yang Jian choose.

Again, this is an opportunity, a change.

"Fight"

Yang Jian gritted his teeth. Starting today, I will take a unique path.

Preach with strength. Achieve the strongest saint.

"Genshin Break Me"

After determining the goal, Yang Jian did not hesitate to regenerate his flesh and blood again, absorbing the medicine god water, his body was broken again and again, and he was also restored again and again.

"Wow"

When it was ninety out of two, the primordial spirit reached its limit and finally shattered.

As soon as the Yuan Shen was shattered, Yang Jian spit out a mouthful of blood, and he could no longer feel the existence of the Yuan Shen.

This is a path that few people can achieve.

After the loss of the original god, there is no longer a bondage.

This opportunity also gave Yang Jian a special understanding, and it seems that the physical body is the strongest force, and all other external objects are just auxiliary to the Tao.

"Xuantian Luo umbrella, break it for me"

"Zhentian seal, break it for me"

One by one, the magic weapons are all turned into fragments, integrated into the flesh and blood, and become a part of it.

Yang Jian vaguely felt that his own strength was increasing, and the strength of his physical body was also increasing, this was the first time he found that the original magic weapon and the like could be integrated into the physical body.

"Could it be that constantly absorbing magic weapons can enhance the strength of the physical body?"

On the Demon Suppression Tower, the old demon was also surprised, and there was a hint of joy and surprise in his eyes.

"Amazing, amazing, refining treasures with your body, this is a means that only saints have, and this kid is also a good blessing"

The old demon quickly understood that this kid was too lucky, if this demon god blood was not the blood of the saint demon god, Yang Jian's move would be playing with his life.

But with the blood of the saint demon god, it can be said that Yang Jian at this time has a part of the saint's ability, and this devouring magic weapon is one of them, constantly growing his body.

Yang Jian, by chance, comprehended this method, and there would be no difficulty in cultivating in the future.

Proving the Tao with strength is just one way away.

...

Another half a month.

The Bone Monarch had a tired look on their faces.

If this kind of attack continues, they can't bear it, but in a month, Yang Jian is still not dead, which is no less than a huge blow.

If any of them were to be besieged, it would be difficult to resist.

But Yang Jian... It's so perverted.

"Look, it's gone. ”

The mountains of gold and water suddenly disappeared, and the attacks went down, shattering a large area of the void.

"Dead?"

"Definitely dead"

"It's better to die at last, it's better to die"

When the two treasures disappeared, their first thought was that Yang Jian was dead, and he would disappear when he died, and after a full month of attack, he finally killed the other party.

However, soon the space fluctuated, and a figure appeared in the original position, and the phantom continued to gather together, and the delicate face appeared in front of them again.

Only this time appeared, and the delicate face had a kind of taste of being high above and overlooking all living beings, which made people unconsciously have the idea of worship. To be continued. m