Chapter 500: God and blood, blood and nerves

"God Magic Cave!"
Looking at the ancient vicissitudes of the cave house in front of the rock, Ye Chenfeng’s eyes burst into the heat.
With the horror of the demon, only the three-story space of the Dongfu was opened. He could not imagine the big opportunities and great inheritance in the space behind the cave.
But it is certain that the value of this cave is enough to set off a hurricane in the Tianyu area, causing the Tianyu to fight for it, not to mention the mainland.
"Chaotic Shenmu, come back!"
Ye Chenfeng's mind is moving, summoning the chaotic gods who devour the blood of the gods, and preparing to fuse the blood of the gods devoured by the Chaos God Wood to further enhance the strength and find ways to recognize the Lord God Cave.
The chaotic Mu returned to the heart of Ye Chenfeng, and immediately released an inexhaustible blood gas, which merged into his body along the tough meridians of Ye Chenfeng.
Because Chaos Shenmu vented the gods and blood, the blood is too strong, so that Ye Chenfeng's body has suffered a huge load, breathing becomes extremely difficult, and the heartbeat is extremely heavy.
"Huh!"
The sense of physical load is getting stronger and stronger. Ye Chenfeng immediately runs the Soul Eater and the nine transforming gods. It quickly refines the spirit of the gods, enhances its own strength, and condenses the fourth spirit and the blood of the gods.
"How come, this blood seems to exclude my body."
In the process of condensing the blood of the gods and the fourth spirit, Ye Chenfeng only felt that his body seemed to ignite, and the burning was difficult. He resisted the pain and tried to concise for more than half an hour. The soul of the soul is constantly increasing, but there is no sign of the blood of the gods in the body, as if the blood of the gods is very repelling his body.
"Chaos, do you know what this is all about? Why does this blood reject me?"
There is no way to consolidate the blood of the gods, and Ye Chenfeng has to ask the chaotic gods who are parasitic in the chaotic wood, and also absorb the blood of the gods and restore their strength.
"Well... If I guessed it well, this magic blood rejects you because it is chaotic wood instead of you." Chaos mythical thoughts, searched for the memory of the passage: "Boss, when you refine the blood of the gods, try to use the soul to sense the magical will in the blood. If you can let the demon in the blood of the gods recognize you, it should not exclude your body. ."
"There is still a demon will in this blood?" Ye Chenfeng's brow slightly wrinkled, according to the method of Chaos God beast, when the soul is smashed and refining the blood of the gods, control the brain to sense the will of the gods.
Under the infiltration of the brain, a powerful force of thought, such as the storm that swept the world, poured into the mind of Ye Chenfeng, forming a huge whirlpool.
In the whirlpool, there is a vaguely majestic figure, rushing to the red sky and screaming.
"God magic, it really has the magical will in the blood."
Looking at the shadow of the demon in the depths of his mind, Ye Chenfeng took a breath of cold. He did not think that the demon was so terrible that he died more than 100,000 years, and there was such a terrible will in the blood.
"Boom!"
When Ye Chenfeng stared at the shadow of this in front of him, the demon came out of the whirlpool of the heavens and the earth, and the scorpion exudes cold arrogance and nobleness, and one foot will break the soul of Ye Chenfeng.
The next moment, the power of the majestic will in the body of God's konjac, impacting the soul of Ye Chenfeng, wanting to tear his soul and destroy his will.
"Destroy the brain, devour the demon will!"
At the critical time, the brain is appearing in Ye Chenfeng’s mind. A rapid black vein devours a whirlpool, releasing a whirlpool that stirs the world, repairing the soul of the leaf, and sweeping toward the gods. will.
"嗷嗷嗷..."
The devour of the whirlpool is coming, and the demon will constantly screams through the clouds and screams, blasting the martial arts, bombarding the whirlpool, and wanting to smash it.
Now, the existence of the brain is more anti-day, the phagocytic vortex formed by it constantly smashes the magical will attack, directly swallows him in the whirlpool, and smashes insanely.
When the brain is in the face of Ye Chenfeng’s mind, Ye Chenfeng feels a splitting headache, as if the whole head should burst open.
"Persevere, I must hold on."
In order to form the blood of the gods in the body, Ye Chenfeng insisted on the unyielding intentions, endured the pain of the soul, and fully controlled the brain to engulf the will of the gods.
At this moment, every minute and every second, Ye Chenfeng feels like a year. In the huge torment, Ye Chenfeng is tortured and painful, and a lot of blood flows down his seven holes. Terrible.
Finally, Ye Chenfeng persisted for more than one hour, and was tortured to die. When the soul collapsed, the swallowing vortex formed by the brain was finally smashed the magical will and completely swallowed it.
The brain is engulfed by the will of the gods, and the blood of the gods is no longer repelling the body of Ye Chenfeng. In the brain, the gods of the gods and the gods are constantly merging with his body.
"The second level is against the king of the beast."
With only ten breaths, Ye Chenfeng felt that he had reached the level of the second-level anti-beast king, and the soul of the whole body was even more terrible than the general six-level beastmaster.
"Boom!"
After several breaths, Ye Chenfeng's own strength continued to improve, breaking through the second-level anti-beast king in one fell swoop, reaching the level of the third-level beast king, and the fourth pearl in the Shenque hole was invisible.
Breakthrough the first level, Ye Chenfeng’s own soul and the strength of the double-headed blood dragon king continue to climb, and a new bloodline is slowly formed in his body.
"My body finally formed the blood of the gods."
Feeling this new blood of the gods, Ye Chenfeng's delicate face showed a faint smile, and in addition to distracting thoughts, he continued to devote himself to the process of refining the blood of the gods.
"Hey!"
A powerful force was released in the gods' acupoints, condensing a large amount of demon blood, and Ye Chenfeng successfully condensed the fourth spiritual bead. At the same time, the physical strength reached an astonishing 10 million. With a force, pure physical strength can crush the six-level king of the beast.
Ye Chenfeng condensed the fourth Lingzhu not long after, he formed a red blood in his body, and this red blood is more powerful than the Dragon's blood.
Because the blood of this demon is the refining of the essence of the gods, Ye Chenfeng condenses the blood of the gods and directly reaches the bloodline level of the second product.
The blood of the gods and gods formed, and the chaotic godmu suddenly stopped venting the gods and blood, and the strength of Ye Chenfeng himself was also fixed in the realm of the third-level beast king.
"Well, the blood is supernatural, this blood of the gods contains a magical power."
When Ye Chenfeng silently sensed the blood of the gods, he unexpectedly discovered that the blood of the two gods and gods gave a powerful blood and magical power--the body of the gods.
The body of the demon is the name of the god, it is the blood of the gods, can instantly change into the world's top body of the body of the demon.
"The body of the demon!"
Ye Chenfeng screamed and the blood of the gods was completely burned. A horrible force vented in his body, constantly improving his physical strength.
His body has also skyrocketed with the increase of physical strength. In the blink of an eye, Ye Chenfeng's body has soared to nearly five meters high, and the whole body is full of destructive power, just like the reincarnation of the gods.
"Drink!"
The imposing Ye Chen storm slammed into a terrifying punch and bombarded the strange starry sky.
For a time, the entire space was filled with waves of ripples and waves. The destructive power of the horrible fists was like a meteorite landing.