There is no special skill to fuse this drop of divine blood, and sometimes even the lowest animals can fuse this drop of divine blood.

Sometimes, even the immortal dies inexplicably......

But in general, it follows a theorem: the more powerful the soul, the higher the probability of successful fusion. The success rate of the transcendent is around 60%.

This is a mythical artifact derived from the origin of mythology, far beyond the current level of understanding.

It is able to swallow up all the rules of spiritualism, including the rules of the demon god - so the help of external forces is basically useless, and you can only rely on yourself.

Zhang Ming took a deep breath, made a phone call with Xiaobai and Shi Mama, said that he was going to retreat for a while, and walked into this quiet place of cultivation.

"What...... Go get busy...... We also have our own tasks! Diplomacy! ”

"Xiaobai, you must know that this is a good internship opportunity to be able to establish personal relationships with so many civilizations...... The sea of the demon god is not a fight, the sea of the demon god is a sophisticated human relationship...... Establish personal relationships with 10,000 civilizations, the world is so big, you can't go anywhere. ”

Shi Mama's voice echoed in his ears.

In the end, Shi Mama said quietly: "Zhang Mama, don't die." ”

Zhang Ming laughed, "No!" ”

I said hello to the human side again, and the human race is still busy with the "Great Alliance of Civilizations" and preparing to fight against the "Disaster of the Netherlands" that is close at hand.

He couldn't help but laugh in his heart, but he didn't tell the truth, and then chatted with Lao Wang about some small stories about what happened on the "Turtle Island", like what a new batch of tree people fruit has ripened, and it has become a bestseller of civilization, and the number of Xuanwu races has increased by 20% in recent years, and this reproduction rate is very high.

How can there be a pelican sister who has not been seen for a long time, and finally bred a very qualified offspring, a descendant with golden feathers all over her body......

The big pelican, who "acts all his life and is not weaker than others", is completely degenerate, fed by humans, the fat on his body trembles, and the thick fat house atmosphere is about to overflow the screen.

"Pelicans must be delicious when roasted!" Zhang Ming scolded at the screen.

"Quack!" The pelican sister's mouth is still very sharp, spraying wildly at Zhang Ming.

"Be sure to bring you on your next trip! If you don't go, I'll catch you and go with you! ”

After seeing his friends, Zhang Ming hung up the phone.

A normal civilization should be like this, and whoever is missing it will function normally.

Earthlings may be preparing some big projects, some things that may be meaningless.

But this "meaninglessness" is based on a more macro scale.

For the civilization of the earth, there are some external troubles, which are not necessarily not good.

Therefore, Zhang Mingcai did not disclose these things that happened in the funeral world...... What's the point of revealing it, can you earthlings get involved?

It is a spacious compound, the sun is shining, and there is a peach tree in the southeast corner, which is dotted with peach blossoms and exudes a faint fragrance of flowers.

The walls and floor tiles of the house are made of special materials, which can isolate the external idealistic forces to the greatest extent.

But that's about it.

In the hellish place of the burial world, it is impossible to ask for too good an environment.

Zhang Ming sat on a chair, lazily basking in the sun.

He felt that Miss Hulu was beside him, peeping at him, and he might be busy with his big business.

"Don't even say goodbye to me, damn, even if you are a [long-cherished wish], you also bear the name of [Hope], how do you play it?"

Zhang Ming was a little restless, and all kinds of troubles came one after another...... Maybe he really hasn't been so mentally exhausted for a long time, facing an insurmountable difficulty.

It reminded him of a long, long time ago, when he had just fallen on a desert island, thinking about it every day, but having to force himself to devote himself to all kinds of work.

At that time, I was alone, watching the sunset go down every day, the tide ebbed and flowed, talking to myself, I didn't even bother to shave my beard, and my hair was even more messy, where did I have the heart to tidy up?

Now I'm alone.

"In the past, I was always accompanied, but now I am not used to it."

"It's been a long, long time since I've felt lonely."

"Miss Hulu, tell me a little story that fits the current scene." He thought silently in his heart.

The long-cherished wish may not be heard, nor can the hope, so naturally there is no response.

So, Zhang Ming racked his brains, talked to himself, and told a cold joke to the peach tree in the courtyard: "Once upon a time, there was a hero who wanted to retreat and practice a peerless magic skill. ”

"The time for cultivation is one year, and this year he must be pure in heart and have few desires, and he can't think about women."

"So, his peerlessly beautiful wife waited until a year and a day before she went to the cave to find that hero."

"As a result, that hero, who was originally full of red light, suddenly went mad when he saw his wife, spit blood in his mouth, and shouted, 'God is going to kill me'."

"My wife panicked and didn't know why."

"On his deathbed, the hero said with chagrin: On the first day of my retreat, I thought about the woman all day, and today is the last day of cultivation!"

Suddenly, a voice came from the air: "Well, I won't bother you until you succeed. 】

Miss Hulu's voice sounded a little aggrieved.

[I... I just came here and heard this story from you. 】

Zhang Ming laughed: "I'm not talking about you, but... There is no 100% safety in the world, in case I really die, you will have to face the [long-cherished wish] eldest sister, please be mentally prepared. ”

[Don't worry, I won't let you die.] I'll find a way to get it out before you're about to die! 】

Can it still be like this? No wonder this guy is relieved and bold to let himself fuse.

[Then I'll go and get busy first, if you have something, you can contact me through this little gourd.] 】

Miss Hulu's voice disappeared, leaving behind a small gourd that continued to monitor Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming closed his eyes and recuperated, and all kinds of thoughts came to him one after another, just like old and scattered old photos.

He suddenly found that he hadn't sorted out his memories for a long time, and there were some waves in his heart that had been silent for a long time, and even he didn't know why he suddenly sorted out his memories on a whim.

So he came to the "Memory Library".

In the milky white mysterious space, there are huge bookcases, filled with all kinds of books, so many years of energy, the number of books on the cabinet, there are more than 200 million books - well, so much data, completely exceeds the capacity of a normal person's brain.

Zhang Ming hadn't read many of these books, he just stuffed them into his head...... In the unlikely event that humanity becomes extinct, there will be no extinction of culture in the future.

Zhang Ming found "My Miserable Life When I Was 27 Years Old" and "The Decades I Was Trapped in the Abyss" and read it.

These former diaries and past lives made him smile like an old grandfather.

As for the diary behind...... Without.

After returning to Earth, probably because his life was too full, he never kept a diary again.

Normal people who write a diary!

Human beings are like this, day by day, they seem to be very busy, but in fact they don't know what goal they want to live.

So taking advantage of this leisurely retreat, Zhang Ming waved his hand and wrote a new diary.

Title: "The One Hundred Years I Spent in the Sea of Demon Gods".

Very good, the title of this book is very eye-catching, and it is sure to be a big seller!

It's a big hole, and if you want to refill it, you have to kill a lot of brain cells.

"I haven't kept a diary for a long time, on the one hand, after having a personal secretary, I have become more lazy, and this laziness can be described as human nature; On the other hand, the speed of time seems to have become faster. It's a day when you open your eyes, and it's a year when you close your eyes. ”

"The significant extension of life expectancy and the increase in age have made me no longer able to clearly perceive the passing days like young people."

Although Zhang Ming is still a young man, his mental age is indeed no longer a teenager.

When he was 10 years old, the proportion of memory in each year was 10% of the total memory, and this 10% was indispensable.

When a person is 100 years old, the proportion of one-year memory is reduced to 1%, and most of the things have been experienced. It's as if the year has become irrelevant.

From this point of view, the younger the age, the slower the passage of time; The older you get, the faster time passes, and it's not a lie.

"The whole story has to start with my misrepresentation...... The mysterious demon god [Dusk] somehow found me and deprived me of my emotional ......"

Zhang Ming narrated in his diary, from the misrepresentation, to the yellow sand world, to the earth, and then to leaving the earth.

has been writing millions of words, and he has added the follow-up content.

Because it's all about his own story, there won't be a situation like Kavin, and it doesn't matter if the writing is almost there, anyway, the reader is only himself, and at most there is a Miss [Hope].

A week passed quietly, and the million-word diary was almost complete.

It was recorded all the way to the burial realm, the big willow, and then stopped.

He couldn't record it anymore.

"I was facing a major difficulty in my life, and I didn't even dare to record it in the memory library."

"But as long as there is a glimmer of hope to live, I will fight for it, and I will not hesitate to lose everything I have."

In the past hundred years, I have only exchanged a million words.

That's 10,000 words a year.

"Many people's experiences in a year can't leave 10,000 written records." Zhang Ming smiled self-deprecatingly, "The current difficulties, when I recall them in the future, are just laughing and talking." ”

"Come on, Lao Zhang!"

Before he knew it, his mind had regained its calmness, and he no longer had that feeling of irritability and depression.

His mental state is like a deep ocean, undisturbed, neither happy nor sad.

Seeing that he was in a good state, coupled with the urgency of time, he couldn't be delayed, Zhang Ming sat up again, took a deep breath, and touched the drop of "divine blood".

Suddenly, this drop of "divine blood" seeped into the depths of his soul!

It was as if a high-explosive bomb exploded in his mind, and in just a short moment, Zhang Ming lost consciousness and fell unconscious.

After all, it is a mysterious thing from the "origin of mythology", and in terms of item level, it is higher than all the items that Zhang Ming has touched.

There are no spiritual items that can help him, whether it is drugs that stimulate mental power, various cultivation techniques, supernatural abilities, even the rules of the demon god, in front of this drop of divine blood, it seems pale and powerless.

Zhang Ming could only rely on his own strength to push through.

Fortunately, this drop of divine blood is not destructive.

The origin of the myth created extraordinary things, and the "blood" left behind by it is also inclusive, accommodating everything in the world.

survived, and was able to steal the rules of the Demon God with the help of it; can't get through, regardless of the soul and body, directly annihilated.

Zhang Ming sat motionless in his chair, only faint breathing and heartbeat.

His soul was sucked into this drop of divine blood, as if it were floating in another universe.

This universe is absurd and empty, and there are mysterious voices echoing in my ears, as if someone is reciting a supreme scripture.

A pitch-black phantom suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Ming, his whole body was covered with corpse spots, and the wrinkles on his skin were like deep hills and ravines, and he stiffly pounced towards Zhang Ming.

This is the strong man who died here after the failure of fusing divine blood!

Zhang Ming had to clear these evil thoughts before he could fuse the divine blood!

A thin black line was condensed in his hand, and with a slight stroke, these two-dimensional space lines cut the throat of this old man, and the corpse was scattered in the space like a layer of gray gas.

Zhang Ming didn't dare to be sloppy, because according to the known information, there was an immortal who failed to fuse divine blood and died here! The one just now was just an appetizer.

Because the Immortals also fail, the "Divine Blood" has been completely reduced to chicken ribs, and no one uses it anymore.

"According to the information given by the Ten Thousand Seas Civilization, the rules controlled by this immortal are...... Curse, very difficult to deal with. ”

"Fortunately, this immortal is dead, and there is no way to mobilize the energy in the source of the world."

The power of the Immortals lies in the immense power that can mobilize the source of the world.

An immortal who does not have the origin of the world is only an extraordinary peak of combat power, which is also the main reason why Zhang Ming dares to challenge.

Just thinking like this, his stomach suddenly bulged and squirmed a few times.

The strong pain suddenly made Zhang Ming stiffen like a prawn.

"The other party is coming!"

The curse is indeed a very strong combat rule, capable of spreading over a distance in space.

In addition, the rules of the Immortals are absolutely top-notch, and it is really difficult to find them out in this dark space.

Therefore, Zhang Ming planned to be trapped, pretending to be tricked.

At this moment, he hardened his head, endured the severe pain, and used the power of spatial cutting to forcibly cut his soul in half. This is also the main reason why he has been recuperating for so many days, cultivating a powerful soul clone, but it will consume a lot of lifespan!

The first half of it was quickly hidden in the other space - the spatial rules of the "Time and Space Worm" were equally strong, and even the [Long-cherished Wish] couldn't see the hidden things in the other space, how could the dead immortal He De see through it?

And the lower half of his body was cursed, and it swelled like a leather ball.

(End of chapter)