Chapter 192 Blood Seed! Accompanied by Heavenly Fire!

Seeing Yang Zhen's weird expression that hesitated to speak, the cheap cat turned his head and said, "Don't ask me, I don't know anything, damn it, I just fell asleep and was killed by the dusty blood sage." That bastard was trapped, he didn't know how many years he slept, and he almost forgot who he was."

Yang Zhen didn't particularly want to know what happened at that time, anyway, the world is already like this, those great sages and emperors who have shone through the ages have disappeared, and now the world is stable, and this kind of life is quite good.

It's just that Yang Zhenxin is more interested in this place, Hailongchi, and what's going on with the Emperor's mark in his heart.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhen's heart moved, and he suddenly remembered the blood species.

When he first got the blood species, Yang Zhen thought it was unusual, but now that he thinks about it, the aura on the blood species is almost the same as the blood aura here.

Just as he was about to take out the blood species to take a look, Yang Zhen suddenly felt another move in his heart, staring at the dark sea dragon clan who was still fighting against the ancients in mid-air, his expression became even weirder.

This is the first time Yang Zhen has seen the Hailong Clan. He has never heard of it before, let alone seen it. But he suddenly remembered the shadows he had dreamed of when he was dreaming the night before coming to Hailongchi. , it is undoubtedly the Sea Dragon Clan!

The dream of countless sea dragons staring at the endless treasure in his arms.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhen almost broke out in a cold sweat. What the hell, the Sea Dragon Clan that he had never seen before actually appeared in his dream, and stared at him with staring eyes. Could it be that the Sea Dragon Clan had never seen him before? Give him a dream?

Damn, this thing is getting more and more mysterious.

Yang Zhen really wants to leave this ghost place now.

When Yang Zhen took out the blood seed, a mutation occurred. As soon as the blood seed entered Yang Zhen's hands, it immediately turned into a bloody light and merged into Yang Zhen's hands. Yang Zhen himself didn't even see what the blood species looked like now.

Yang Zhen was startled, and hastily shook his hands. Amidst the weird expressions on the faces of Jianmao and Wang Meiling, he rolled his eyes, kicked his legs, and passed out with a thud.

At the last bit of consciousness, Yang Zhen heard the distorted voice of the cheap cat, "Fuck!"

Darkness, endless darkness.

When Yang Zhen woke up again, he found that he was standing on a sea of ​​blood, with an endless wind blowing towards his face, and his body heaved up and down with the sea of ​​blood.

A palpitating cold breath enveloped Yang Zhen, Yang Zhen tried to lift his foot, and fell into the sea of ​​blood with a plop.

"Grass!"

I don't know how long it has been sinking, but there are bursts of heart-piercing pain in Yang Zhen's body, as if the blood vessels in his whole body are bursting, the scorching fire is burning, and the painful Yang Zhen is dying, repeatedly I don't know how many times I have experienced it, but that feeling finally disappeared.

Disappearing along with the severe pain, there was also the endless churning sea of ​​blood.

When Yang Zhen regained consciousness again, the environment around him turned into a huge ring-shaped island.

The small island is full of birds and flowers, and various animals and plants are thriving. Some creatures are full of spirituality and are growing and living tirelessly.

What makes Yang Zhen a little strange is that this small island actually has a kind of almost wild atmosphere, as if he has traveled through time and space and came to the last era.

Suddenly, Yang Zhen felt a pain in his chest, and the emperor's mark that had disappeared reappeared, with blood flowing faintly, and it seemed to contain endless waves of fire, burning violently.

Yang Zhen half-kneeled on the ground in pain, and the cold sweat fell to the ground with a patter, and instantly evaporated, disappearing without a trace.

An unusually desolate and domineering force rushed madly towards Yang Zhen's flesh and bones, as if he wanted to change something in Yang Zhen's body.

Yang Zhen was taken aback, and at the same time, anger rose from his heart. No matter what the hell it was, even if it was something left by the emperor, Yang Zhen was not willing to let him change his body casually.

Just like the Dao of the Great Sage Dust and Blood, he was cut off without regret by Yang Zhen.

"Damn it, you want to change Ben Sao Sheng's body, your idea is too beautiful!"

Now that the Great Sage Dust and Blood and the Great Eastern Desolation are both preparing their own funerals, who knows if this thing that looks like blood and fire changes his body, is he still him?

boom!

A terrifying wave of power suddenly erupted in Yang Zhen's body, whether it was the power of consciousness or the power of soul, they were all activated by Yang Zhen to the maximum extent, bursts of roaring sounds of dragons and elephants came, roaring to the heavens in Yang Zhen's body.

As the waves of air rolled around him, one after another inscriptions of talent exuding brilliant golden light suddenly erupted with a burst of fierce aura, rushing towards all the strength of Yang Zhen.

Rumble!

Yang Zhen's body felt as if the heavens were collapsing, an endless turbulent aura erupted, rushing towards the blazing fire.

hum!

When the raging fire encountered obstacles, it suddenly burst out with a bloody aura, and the entire fire wave suddenly turned red.

Yang Zhen let out a haha, gritted his teeth and said: "The fox's tail is exposed, the blood-colored flame, it's not a good thing at first glance, let me destroy it!"

puff!

The two terrifying forces collided together, and Yang Zhen spurted out a mouthful of blood, but the expression on his face became more determined.

I don't know what this bloody fire wave is, it is even more terrifying than the explosion of all Yang Zhen's power, and Yang Zhen has a faint feeling that he can't resist it.

My own body can't even resist the intruder, is that okay?

Yang Zhen gritted his teeth, and ruthlessly burned all the blood in his body, and violent fluctuations of power suddenly roared like thunder, enveloping the bloody energy wave.

Under the endless pain, Yang Zhen's expression became distorted, but he laughed loudly. In the midst of life and death, there was a sound of something breaking in Yang Zhen's body.

There was a feeling of blood blending, Yang Zhen's eyes lit up, and he was overjoyed.

Unexpectedly, a blessing in disguise, Yang Zhen actually broke through the shackles of the soul and body, and completely integrated the soul and body.

After crossing, although Yang Zhen can completely control this body, the soul is not the original owner of this body after all. Now after breaking through the shackles, Yang Zhen's body is almost re-refined, and his soul has been completely integrated.

Such a body, in principle, is completely different from the original one. It is Yang Zhen's own body.

Yang Zhen laughed loudly, the feeling of blood blending made Yang Zhenru move his arms and fingers, and with a thought, a force that was almost destiny burst out, refining the bloody fire wave in the blink of an eye.

A thumb-sized golden flame quietly floated in front of Yang Zhen, without any violent aura, on the contrary, it gave Yang Zhen a kind feeling.

At the same time, strands of enlightenment appeared in Yang Zhen's consciousness, submerging Yang Zhen in the blink of an eye.

Desolation Art!

Yang Zhen raised his brows, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, this blood species actually possessed such a domineering martial skill, no, Huang Tianshu has gone beyond the scope of martial skills.

A name that can make all the monks in the world flock to it appeared in Yang Zhen's mind: unique learning!

"Is this a blessing in disguise?" Yang Zhen muttered to himself, looking at his chest, the Emperor Mark of the Great Eastern Desolation finally disappeared, and Yang Zhen didn't feel any breath of existence.

At this time, a series of broken pictures appeared in Yang Zhen's mind. Yang Zhen's expression became more and more weird, and then the picture broke, and Yang Zhen's body gradually became lax.

When Yang Zhen woke up completely, Wang Meiling was supporting him and kept wiping his sweat away. His clothes were already soaked, and they were blood red, as if the sweat had been mixed with blood.

Seeing Yang Zhen wake up, Jianmao and Wang Meiling breathed a sigh of relief.

"Boy, you finally woke up. What's the matter? You're sweating and bleeding for a while, and you're still on fire... Hey, where are you going?"

Yang Zhen didn't answer the cheap cat's question. He stood up with a strange expression, walked to the place where the ancients and the sea dragons were fighting, raised his head, took a deep breath and shouted:

"Stop it!"