The Demon Transformation Pill, in essence, is a special insect egg nourished by the blood of a blood slave.

After the fusion of the blood of the blood slave, this kind of hook product from the world of chess souls, the direction of its demonization is no longer diverse. The second alienation that a Jindan cultivator who consumed the Demon Transformation Pill would only produce one form, and that was the worm-like form that further promoted bloodcapillosis!!

At this time, Yang Zhentian, from the broken place of his hands and feet, had spread out countless scarlet bloodlines as long as three meters long and as thin as hair. Some of these blood streaks spread downwards and inserted into the yellow sand. From a distance, it bears some resemblance to the centipede of some arthropods, such as centipedes.

The other part of the blood strands is from the fracture around Yang Zhentian's body to the outward, under the sand of the wind and sand, these blood strands keep swinging in the air, at first glance, it gives people a feeling of dandelion about to be blown up by the wind.

Under the continuous blowing of the wind and sand, the yellow sand that had just dissipated once again diffused around Yang Zhentian, and completely blocked his vision around him again in a short period of time.

And this time, Yang Zhentian didn't keep his eyes open as he did last time, watching the changes in his surroundings. Instead, he closed his eyes and began to feel the blood that had spread from the broken wounds in his hands and feet.

At this time, Yang Zhentian, although he couldn't find out the real mystery hidden behind the Eight Desolate Realms by abandoning the Five Senses like Wang Yuetian and the Twelve Nights of Kongming.

But the countless sensitively sensitive bloodlines on his body allowed him to gaze at the whole of this sandbar realm in a completely opposite way.

Crackling,

Crackling,

Crackling.

Every grain of yellow sand would make the floating blood, which was as thin as a hair but as hard as iron, swing back and forth in mid-air, and at the same time as the bloodshot swayed, extremely weak electrical signals were being transmitted to Yang Zhentian's brain at an extremely fast speed.

At this time, Yang Zhentian almost pushed the perception ability of the bloodlines around him to the limit, which also made the force, direction, and even the trajectory changes after the blow of each grain of yellow sand slapping the bloodshot back to Yang Zhentian's spiritual world through the bloodshot nerve network without omission.

Under this can be called a 360-degree signal feedback without dead ends. At this time, in Yang Zhentian's mind, a hologram with a coverage area of three meters and an almost real-time update of the image is rapidly taking shape!

Previously, due to the blocking characteristics of the Yellow Sand's divine sense, Yang Zhentian was repeatedly attacked by the Twelve Nights of Kongming, which had no breath.

And this time, with the full formation of this blood-covered net, Yang Zhentian finally held the initiative in his hands again!

PS: It's so hard to rent a house for a month, 60 kilometers back and forth every day, speechless, I hope to settle down soon.

Finally, thank you for the cold and cold tips.