Zhan Tian walked on the lively streets, smelling the tempting fragrance wafting from one hotel after another, smacking his lips constantly, his stomach kept protesting, ten spirit stones were eaten, and he still couldn't resist the consumption, even if the last one absorbed so much energy, most of it was absorbed and strengthened by the body.

Ten thousand spirit stones, it's a pity, if they can give a decent reason, or as long as they don't keep a straight face, then he will be fine, reputation is still not important compared to the stomach, not to mention that beauties have some privileges.

Where he slept yesterday, I don't know who threw some garbage, Zhan Tian stomped his feet gently, and the garbage in one place turned into dust and dissipated, sat down cross-legged, touched his belly and gurgled again, and closed his eyes to feel the trace of energy wandering in the air.

The stronger the physical body, the greater the consumption, the poor are rich and martial, and for the poor, cultivation is really a luxury. Zhan Tian endured hunger in his stomach while cultivating hard. It took a long time for the consumption and absorption rate of the body to be equal, and I felt the continuous influx of energy into the body, most of which became consumption, and a small amount was strengthened by the physical body. Over the course of a day's fighting, he focused on areas that were prone to injury.

Without divine sense, or the Wu clan can't cultivate the soul, this is the root of the Wu clan's extermination, for this, Zhan Tian is also a little distressed, although this is not a desolate world, but he believes that sooner or later he will encounter soul attack methods. He can only strengthen his fighting spirit, consciousness and soul may or may not be connected, the final demise of the ancestral witch has nothing to do with the real soul attack, there is no soul cultivation, but he can't rely on powerful spiritual objects. Thinking of the picture of Xingtian Dance in his mind, he couldn't help but boil his blood, that is, fighting with fighting spirit.

Visualizing Xingtian's battle picture and feeling his strong and unyielding fighting spirit, Zhan Tian discovered the flaw of his battle today, that is, he was too cautious, defending and counterattacking, which is right, but the premise is that the strength is not much different, if he can't prevent it, I'm afraid he won't even be able to hurt the enemy and hang up. In the last battle, as long as the thief or archer is a little stronger, I am afraid that I will have said goodbye to this world.

Devouring, everything stems from the fact that I care too much about my own talent, and I rely too much on my devouring talent, which is very strong, but if I rely too much on it during the battle, I'm afraid something will happen. Those armor-piercing arrows and poisonous daggers, if they weren't just within the range of his own body, they could just be devoured by himself, Zhan Tian didn't dare to imagine the consequences. Zhan Tian was thinking, but he suddenly felt a little depressed, and when he opened his eyes, he actually fell into the ground and accidentally swallowed the place where he was sitting.

As soon as he wanted to get up, he felt wisps of gray energy pouring into his mind, and as soon as this energy poured in, Zhan Tian felt a trace of hostility, which was monitored by someone with a heart...... Consciousness can devour, and this devouring ability has become stronger again......

Zhan Tian controlled the devouring power of the soil around him, trying to devour the consciousness power, after a night, although he was hungry, but he felt that he was in good spirits, he went from the beginning of the vague perception of the devouring consciousness, to the back can clearly perceive the various information contained in those consciousness, many forces are interested in themselves, and want to pull themselves to be a thug, but they dare not rashly do it because of Catherine and Lucy's previous summons to him......

The rematch of the ring match began, Zhan Tian came to the familiar ring again, the referee greeted Zhan Tian with a smile, but was stunned by the gurgling sound of Zhan Tian's stomach.

This little guy has the same temper as his son, but it's a pity that his son doesn't have such a strong body as him, otherwise he wouldn't have been killed by poisoned arrows, half-blood orcs, everything is his own fault, he is too weak to protect the orc wife, let alone the child.

Zhan Tian's mind suddenly came to the consciousness of the referee, he didn't want to peek at other people's thoughts, but this devouring talent swallowed up the consciousness in people's minds. The referee didn't speak, but his thoughts were not hidden in front of Zhan Tian.

Zhan Tian grinned, he was not familiar with the ability to devour consciousness, the consciousness of tens of thousands of people around the ring frantically poured into his mind, and all kinds of miscellaneous thoughts in his mind made him dizzy. Hurriedly sat down cross-legged, trying to visualize the Xingtian Battle Statue, those consciousnesses seemed to have found an outlet, and they all flocked to the Xingtian War Statue, behind him, a black phantom more than two meters high appeared, tall, burly, headless, holding a shield in one hand and an axe in the other.

Wisps of gray energy were transmitted back to Zhan Tian's mind from the Xingtian battle statue, Xingtian danced, all kinds of Xingtian's battle consciousness and combat experience poured into his heart, so strong, worthy of being the god of war. It's just that Xingtian is with an axe, and it doesn't have a head, which is always imperfect, if you visualize yourself.

Zhan Tian was taken aback by his abrupt thoughts, it seemed that he could, he had all the fighting intent of the Wu Clan, why should he take their way, their way was already extinct, only his own way would start.

The referee was frightened by the Xingtian phantom that appeared behind Zhan Tian and took a few steps back, although it was a phantom, it made him frightened. He remembered that the last phantom that appeared yesterday was not like this, and that the phantom had horns on its head. In doubt, the appearance of the phantom is slowly changing, and the body has become slender, although the appearance is not clear, but the body shape faintly has a familiar feeling, especially the long flowing hair, the bowed waist and horse step.

Zhan Tian got up, and his body and phantom became one. bowed to the referee, the referee did not have the slightest malice towards him, and even wanted to help him and give him spirit stones to eat, he was naturally grateful. Condensing his own battle image, Zhan Tian became more and more proficient in the devouring and control of consciousness, and he could intentionally control the consciousness left for his own perception, as for the consciousness of those audiences, it was all turned into energy to feed the battle image. He could feel that the battle statue was condensing and becoming stronger step by step, and his own body was constantly absorbing all kinds of battle consciousness of Xingtian.

The first game of the rematch began in the anticipation of the audience, and there were five divisions on the opposite side, although they were only the first and second divisions, but they reached the qualification to directly enter the semi-finals. Zhantian's cumulative bonus is already very tempting, they can play, naturally they think they can eat this bonus, of course, it is not excluded that there are people who have a heart to operate in the dark, and those who are at the eighth or ninth level of the war division are looking forward to letting Zhantian accumulate more bonuses.

Zhan Tian came to the naïve thoughts of the five people on the opposite side, everyone would not admit their weakness, they always thought that they would create miracles, and the five people on the opposite side thought the same, although in the last game, Zhan Tian had already shown the strength of the war division, but they still thought that they had found Zhan Tian's weakness, as long as the armor-piercing arrow quenched the poison, as long as the thief poison technique was more advanced......

At the beginning of the battle, the thief was invisible, and he was about to release smoke, but suddenly his heart tightened, and a black phantom appeared beside him, bowed and strolled, with a punch in his right hand, a black dragon flew out, and the thief flew out of the ring in volley, the moment he fell to the ground and fainted, he was still sighing unscientifically, didn't Zhan Tian attack after a while, and how did the phantom know that he was there, and he was invisible.

The other four were still stunned, and the black phantom stepped forward in an instant, punching one by one, and all sent them to the ring.

The game had just begun, but it was over before the audience could react in a few breaths. The sound of the referee announcing the victory of Zhantian made the audience explode......