Under Yang Zhentian's Jin Dan's self-detonation, the huge energy generated by the self-explosion was advancing the bloodshot produced by the Demon Transformation Pill at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this time, Yang Zhentian felt almost nothing except for the inhuman pain. If it weren't for his powerful divine consciousness cultivation at the peak of the golden pill, if he were replaced by other cultivators, at this moment, I am afraid that he would have already turned into a bloodthirsty monster with a collapsed consciousness.

Looking at the limbs that were rapidly extending outward at the place where he had severed his hands and feet, Yang Zhentian relied on the last trace of consciousness and said with difficulty to the Twelve Nights of Kongming not far in front of him, and said:

"Why... All this in the end. Why... ”

Looking at Yang Zhentian, who had only his head left on his body and had not yet completed his demonization, Kong Ming Twelve Nights responded coldly in his voice without any emotional fluctuations:

"Why? There are so many you want to ask, which one do you want to ask now?"

Hearing this question from Kong Ming Twelfth Night, Yang Zhentian couldn't answer anymore, because the bloodshot had invaded the vocal cords between his neck, and Yang Zhentian could no longer control the vocal cords to make any sound. He could only open his eyes wide, with doubt, unwillingness, and anger, staring at the twelve nights of Kongming.

And when Kong Ming saw Yang Zhentian's eyes mixed with various emotions on the twelfth night, there was a complicated look in his eyes:

"Yang Zhentian, you may not believe it, even in such a state, you make me very envious. ”

Hearing Kong Ming Twelve Nights suddenly say such a sentence, Yang Zhentian thought that this was a mockery made by Kong Ming Twelve Nights before he died, and his eyes that were staring at Kong Ming Twelve Nights were almost bursting with fire.

Looking at the anger in Yang Zhentian's eyes, Kong Ming Twelve Nights slowly shook his head and said:

"Do you think I'm making fun of you, or sarcastic about you? You're wrong, I really envy you, or rather, all of you. ”

"For those of you, you have at least lived, even if you are suffering now, you are experiencing a different kind of experience of life. But for me, I really don't know what it's like to be alive. ”

Speaking of this, Kong Ming Twelve Nights suddenly raised a blood sword in his hand and cut it towards his arm at the same time.

Looking at the blood gushing out of his hands, Kong Ming Twelve Nights said as if he didn't feel it at all:

"You may wonder why I was able to deceive you, Le Kongming, and all of you in Cangyin Building, to make you think that I was just a completely unconscious puppet.

You may still think that the reason why I am conscious is because something is wrong with the God Devouring Gu. But I can tell you that the God Devouring Gu in my brain is still devouring my Divine Consciousness until this moment, and the spiritual world in my brain has indeed been eaten very clean by it. ”

Hearing Kong Ming Twelfth Night say this, Yang Zhentian's eyes still showed a strong distrust. After all, if there was no problem with the God Devouring Gu, then how could everything in front of him be explained.

And Kong Ming Twelfth Night looked at Yang Zhentian, whose whole body was almost completely covered with bloodshots, and his eyes full of anger, and said in a tone without a trace of fluctuation:

"Yang Zhentian, with your current state, what's the point of me lying to you.

As you just said, the divine doctor surnamed Lu once diagnosed me with a burn in my meridians, and all my five senses were damaged.

There was nothing wrong with this diagnosis, but what he didn't know was that my body was very different from ordinary people. ”

Kong Ming said in the twelfth night, and raised his hand, which was cut by the blood sword, closer to Yang Zhentian's eyes.

Then, right under Yang Zhentian's nose, the bloody wound on Kong Ming Twelve's arm actually began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Looking at this amazing scene in front of him, Yang Zhentian's eyes widened.

Kong Ming looked at Yang Zhentian's shocked expression on the twelfth night, but he slowly withdrew his arm, he wiped the remaining blood stains on his arm, and said to Yang Zhentian lightly:

"For as long as I can remember, I've known that I'm different.

When I was very young, I could only see one color and smell only one smell. Do you know what that color and taste is?"

The blood-clothed cultivator said to Yang Zhentian as he slowly put the few drops of blood that had just been wiped off his hand into his mouth, and said:

"That's right, that's the color and smell of blood.

The world means much to you in a variety of colours. But for me, the world is nothing more than a gray existence without color, without taste, without perception.

I didn't know what was causing my physical abnormality. But after what you've just explained and what I've seen and heard in the Chamber of Secrets over the years. I'm a lot more aware of my situation. ”

Speaking of this, Kong Ming couldn't help but pause, and after sorting out his thoughts a little, he continued:

"In the secret room of Cangyin Building, in order to successfully develop the Demon Transformation Pill, Le Kongming had booby-trapped a large number of sect disciples for demon transformation experiments.

In the process of experimenting, Le Kongming found that the key to the success of this demon pill was to create a large and stable blood thread.

These bloodlines, thinner than a hair, not only serve as a connection to every drop of blood, but also serve as a peculiar function for storing the memories of the divine consciousness.

It can be said that it is precisely because of these two characteristics of blood capillaries that the cultivators who are the first in the blood transformation demon skill can be able to transform blood with their bodies without any flaws. ”

Hearing Kong Ming Twelfth Night say this, Yang Zhentian, who was almost completely devoured by blood, seemed to think of something, and for a moment, his eyes were almost wide to the limit!

Looking at Yang Zhentian's shocked eyes, Kong Ming Twelve Nights said lightly:

"You seem to have thought that I was born in the blood-covered chrysalis.

Although neither Le Kongming nor the Doctor Lu had detected any abnormalities in my body, I knew it myself. I must have that bloodshot in my body!"

Speaking of this, Kong Ming Twelfth Night ignored Yang Zhentian's shocked look on the other side, and continued without pause:

"I don't know what kind of reason and purpose those people in the Heavenly Cloud Pavilion back then set up that forbidden array with me as a sacrifice.

However, since this Heavenly Opportunity Cloud Pavilion is known as the world's No. 1 Xuanmen, its method of using blood to transform is very different from that of Nale Kongming.

This point, just from the point of view of the Heavenly Machine Cloud Pavilion using the power of heavenly thunder to catalyze the fusion of bloodblood, it is much stronger than Le Kongming's use of the power of Jindan fragmentation to urge bloodshot demonization. ”

As he spoke, Kong Ming Twelve Night raised his hand again, looked at his arm that still had a trace of scarring, and said:

"This wonderful method of fusing bloodshot with the power of heavenly thunder is extremely clever, and for a long time, a large part of the bloodline's properties have been hidden in my body, and even I don't know it.

That's why, in the third trial, you didn't notice anything unusual when you purified me personally. Because at that time, the bloodshot properties in my body were still in a hidden state. ”

Speaking of this, the blood-clothed cultivator suddenly stretched out five fingers towards Yang Zhentian, and then, those five fingers actually began to twist in different directions, and after each turned ninety degrees, they appeared in front of Yang Zhentian's eyes in a form that ordinary people would never be able to do.

"The second property of blood capillaries is to activate the cells that control the whole body.

The nature of storing divine consciousness allows me to rely on other organs around me to preserve my consciousness even though my brain is constantly devoured by the God Devouring Gu.

In this decade-long puppet life, because I can't communicate with people, the most I do every day is to talk to every cell in my body.

Of course, this ability is also thanks to the first Black Hell Trial in Cangyin Building. If it weren't for the year-long dark confinement, I wouldn't have discovered this unique way to activate the bloodshot properties.

It is precisely because of these years of uninterrupted body communication that the cells in my body have reached a state of contraction and freedom.

I'm afraid that in this world, there is no foundation building stage cultivator who can control the body like me. ”

When Kong Ming said this, the bloodshot on Yang Zhentian's body had already covered most of his head.

At this time, Yang Zhentian's consciousness was already on the verge of collapse, feeling the pain that he had almost reached the limit, and seeing that in front of him was probably the only one in this world who had successfully fused the blood-silk energy but had not demonized the Twelve Nights, his eyes revealed endless hatred and killing intent at this moment!

Ps：

Thanks for the cold and cold, it's really boring red envelopes.