The entrance of the potion spreads through the body.

How to say the taste, it's not delicious but definitely not unpleasant, a bit like protein powder.

His body began to convigate unconsciously, and the exposed skin was squirming in a slow and strange way, a scene that made Selubelia's face change slightly, and her heart was full of worry.

Selubellia was a little curious when Roger asked her to collect potions, but at that time, the situation was special, and she didn't have time to ask carefully.

After the master finally returned from the dungeon, he forgot about it because of excitement.

Celubellia never thought that her master would swallow the magic potion of the sky and the Church of Immortality directly into her mouth without hesitation, and she couldn't stop it.

It's a magic potion, it's not a cold medicine, it's definitely not something that you can eat casually.

Each potion actually represents a path.

When Roger chose to take the potion of the Church of Dawn and Redemption before, it was equivalent to choosing the path of Dawn and Redemption, and after that, the potion that Roger took could only be the potion of this path.

Although potions of different paths cannot be said to be highly poisonous when mixed together, they are quite repulsive, not only can not allow you to have the abilities of many different paths, but will even mess up your original potions, causing your cultivation to become a mess, and may even affect the will of the person taking it, and become a madman.

If you switch to taking potions from other ways after reaching a high level of strength, it is actually not much different from drinking poison directly, and it can kill you directly.

Although the low sequence is relatively safe, there are still countless examples of going crazy and dying.

Thinking of this, Celubellia became extremely anxious, she wanted to do something, but she was afraid that disturbing Roger at this time would make the master's situation worse, and she couldn't sit still for a while.

"Don't worry, the master is fine." On the other side, the little evil spirit, curled up on the sofa, yawned lazily.

There was not a trace of worry on his face: "That guy wouldn't die so easily, if it was so easy, he would have died a long time ago." ”

Selubelia smiled wryly, what is this, comfort?

Silently waiting, time passing minute by minute.

Roger's body was completely soaked with sweat, and his body was wet and sticky.

The whole person seemed to have completely turned into a statue, until late at night, when the spasmodic skin gradually returned to calm, Roger suddenly let out a sigh of relief, and his eyes finally opened.

There was a looming smile in his eyes.

He was right, the cells in the potion were destroyed, but the potion itself did not lose its effect.

This cell is just a special prop forcibly mixed into the potion by the Lord of the Sky, under normal circumstances, it will not have any effect on the transcendent who takes the potion, but as the strength of the transcendent becomes stronger and stronger, the cell will also proliferate and grow.

In the end, what will become of it is difficult for ordinary people to imagine.

"Master, how do you feel, doesn't it matter?" As soon as he saw Roger wake up, Selubelia's body rushed over, grabbed Roger's palm and looked it up and down.

Although it was late at night, Selubellia did not rest, but the little evil spirit curled up on the sofa and slept without heart.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, it's better to say I feel good." Feeling his body, Roger was quite satisfied with his current situation.

Once again, the life span has recovered quite a bit.

The potions of the Sky and the Church of Immortality have the most significant effect on slowing down the aging of the body and increasing lifespan.

At the same time, he could feel his body become lighter, as if he could soar in the sky with a slight jump.

The Lord of the Sky is already in charge of the sky.

In terms of flying ability, the Sky and the Church of Immortality are also the best.

At the same time, the strength of his physical body has also increased slightly, and the Xuanyue crest on the back of his hand has also been branded with a feather-shaped brand.

Selubellia finally breathed a sigh of relief, and put her little hand on her bulging chest: "Whew, it's okay, you just drank the potion and scared me to death......"

Selubellia stuck out the tip of her tongue: "Master, don't do such scary things in the future, I didn't have time to tell you before, different ways of potion can't be mixed and drunk, it will be fatal." ”

"Oh, yes, I see." Roger nodded, then took another bottle of potion out of his hand, checked that there were no cells or anything like that were hidden in it, and swallowed the potion with his head held high.

"Master, ......"

Selubellia was furious, puffing out her cheeks and stomping her feet.

This time, he took the potion of the first order windlistener of the Church of Storm and War, and the potion had just been entered, and the blood of the Storm Lord God that had been absorbed in his body was activated.

The Wind-Listener's potion was digested in an instant.

The blood of the gods evolved into countless dark red threads crawling all over Roger's body, and the wind, around Roger, lifted the curtains, blew the door panels, and even the chandelier above his head swayed.

He was listening to the sound of the wind and feeling its presence.

Part of the Storm Lord's understanding of the wind was pouring into Roger's body in a cramming fashion.

Gradually, in the wind that swirled around Roger, more purple arcs began to appear, and the arcs became denser and denser, like tiny poisonous snakes.

Smack......

With a crisp sound, the sofa under Roger and the coffee table in front of him were instantly shattered, and the arc spread instantly on the ground like a large net.

A few meters away, Selubelia felt numb on her body, and was forced to distance herself from Roger, and then looked at Roger's body as if she had become extraordinarily tall, and there was a faint aura on her body that made Celubelia creepy and even tried to surrender.

It was the little evil spirit, who just turned over, scratched his belly twice with his white and tender little hands, and then continued to sleep like a person who had nothing to do.

Smack!

Another crunch.

The chandelier overhead was completely shattered, and the room was plunged into darkness, with only the occasional flickering electric current providing a faint amount of light.

The glass around the hall could not withstand the violent impact, and all of them turned into fine glass shards, and the floor was covered with a thick layer.

Selubellia was even forced to leave the room, her face was shocked, even if the first order of potions were completely digested to the limit, it was impossible to have such great power.

It was impossible to tell whether this was good or bad for the master, and the only thing she could do was to kneel on the ground and look up at the red moon in the sky, praying to the goddess Faos, asking for the goddess's blessing and not letting the master suffer.

Inside, the sigil on the back of Roger's hand, representing the storm and lightning, was rapidly emerging, getting brighter and larger, and the original coat of arms was almost overwhelmed by the storm and lightning.

The power of the blood of the gods is too domineering, and the storm and lightning crest tries to swallow the sky and the crest of immortality and dawn and redemption, so that the power of storm and lightning becomes the only one in Roger's body, and at least the Xuanyue crest must be suppressed, so that the power of storm and lightning becomes the main body.

However, as a fairly high-grade Xuanyue Crest, it is natural that it will not be easily swallowed, and the crimson light emerges from the back of the hand, although it does not look as domineering as the Storm and Lightning Crest, but it is extremely tough, and the hazy moonlight has always resisted the erosion of the storm and lightning.

These forces seem to treat Roger's body as a battlefield, this is by no means a comfortable feeling for Roger, his body is about to be torn apart and in severe pain, if he has not taken three potions, the strength of his physical body is far beyond the ability of ordinary cultivators, but I am afraid that it will really be torn apart.

Every time the two forces collided, Roger's body would tremble, and the hazy impact spread in waves, and the floor under his feet was already cracked.

Rumble...... Rumble...... Rumble......

The collision lasted for several hours, the moon had already deflected, and the crimson moonlight was shining through the window on Roger's body.

Under the illumination of the moonlight, the Xuanyue Crest, which was already a little weak, seemed to have been greatly replenished, and the red light was magnificent, and for a while, it actually discharged the storm and lightning that shrouded Roger Zhou's body.

The tide is gradually turning, and the forces of the storm and lightning are slowly being suppressed.

This is normal, behind the Storm and Lightning Emblem is an unknown number of bottles of God's blood, but behind the Xuanyue Emblem stands the sister-in-law Faos.

Storm and lightning seemed unwilling to be absorbed like this, and began to struggle desperately, and the impact became stronger and stronger.

Roger's body began to tremble, and what effect might it do to Roger's body if he continued like this.

At this moment, a large piece of moonlight condensed behind Roger, and it was impossible to see clearly in the haze, and only a slender and tall figure could be peeked into, as well as a full and graceful figure. The skin was cracked, a large hole was cut between the chest and abdomen, and the internal organs were missing.

Two small hands clutched two handfuls of hair, and underneath the hair was a skull that opened its bloody mouth and roared silently, and the spine was connected underneath the skull.

This is an apparition cast from the moon by Faos, the goddess of dawn.

Roger, more than he thought he was, was valued by this little sister-in-law.

She won't let her brother-in-law get hurt in the slightest, that's the meaning of her existence.

Raise your hand, and the phantom of Faos will crush the storm and lightning.

But at this moment, a gray mist suddenly drilled out from the top of Roger's head, and a long crack opened in the gray mist, and dense tentacles stretched out from the crack, directly wrapped around the storm and lightning.

This is Roger's soul!

The tentacles are wrapped in the coat of arms of storm and lightning, forcibly incorporating them into the soul.