Transcendence caused by a ring

"Ding! God King fusion degree, reward 20.00%, the current God King fusion degree is 80.00%." ​​The familiar cold mechanical voice sounded in Ji Jiuhan's mind again.

"Woo—" The intense pain seemed to tear his brain apart forcibly, and he also lost consciousness in an instant.

It is difficult to integrate power. The current power has surpassed Ji Jiuhan's power in his heyday. Although his body is his own body, as the son of the previous god king, he still cannot bear the inherited power. But mental strength cannot be endured all at once, like countless ants gnawing at his brain non-stop, causing pain to spread throughout his body.

In a dark, sticky and humid place, even the air is gloomy and cold, and there is a smell of corruption. This is a sealed place. There has been no sunlight for hundreds of years, and the surroundings are pitch black. There is only a ghostly figure in the center. Green light, blooming on the lake.

In the center is a black "lake", which refracts light under the twilight. The surface of the lake is not vast, only a few feet square, and it looks so insignificant in the endless darkness.That is hundreds of years of underground humid air condensed to accumulate water, not too much, just enough to cover people's ankles.

If you look carefully, you will find that there is a stone pillar in the center. There are many iron chains wrapped around the stone pillar, and there are dense Sanskrit engraved on it, binding a long-haired man there.

The faint green light is a torture tool called ghost fire.

As the name suggests, it is the flame formed after death, but it is not the phosphorus formed by the corpse slowly decomposing over time after the death of the dead. Made in seven and 49 days.

Will-o’-the-wisps, as instruments of torture, can only be used around specific people. Its requirements are extremely strict, such as the selection of living people. There are also requirements. Living people must be loyal to the victim, or a person who is closest to the victim. Only in this way can the victim be accurately found, and according to the degree of loyalty of the living person, the time and power of the will-o'-the-wisp's existence are also different.

The will-o'-the-wisps erode the man's body every moment. It has been hundreds of years. He doesn't have a single inch of good skin on his body. The blood keeps flowing from his body. The skin exposed to the air is rotten, but there are no insects, because the insects can't get close. Here, although the will-o'-the-wisp doesn't have any temperature, it is deadly to these small creatures.

Ji Jiuhan was lying in the foul-smelling water, and some insect corpses were floating on the water, and the living insects immediately gathered to Ji Jiuhan as soon as they found a new living person.

"It's been 800 years, and people have come to this place where the birds don't shit? Hahaha!" The sound of the iron chains colliding echoed in the endless abyss. The man bound to the stone pillar raised his head and slowly opened his eyes. 800 Nian never spoke, and his vocal chords had long been difficult to make a sound, but he used his hoarse voice to laugh wildly with his greatest strength.

Ji Jiuhan curled up into a ball, trembling unceasingly, letting those disgusting bugs crawl all over his body, the man's voice was not scary, but weak, even though he exhausted his strength.

Fed up with 800 years of loneliness, he started talking to Ji Jiuhan.

The pain is so painful that he is dying, but there is still a breath left in the world, and he cannot die.

He talked a lot about the world and about his own experience.

He said that he was not interested in knowing about Ji Jiuhan, but only wanted Ji Jiuhan to hear his story.

He said that it's ridiculous that his majestic Demon Flame Demon's dignity has been reduced to this point. Now a living person appears in front of him. If it was him in the past, he would be foolish not to be reborn, but now, he seems to be extremely lonely. A living person appeared in front of him, and the first thing he thought of was not rebirth, but to let the person in front of him avenge himself. Maybe his choice was correct. Afterwards, he felt that the other person's body was extremely perfect, without any impurities , is a favored person, with extremely high talent on the way of cultivation, and the soul of the other party is very powerful, and is even becoming stronger.

There is hatred, there is hatred, he has a sorry person, he can't die, he has to see that person with his own eyes.

"You can't die! Don't you want to avenge him!" Ji Jiuhan gradually stood up, but his trembling legs exposed his current fragility.

"I know." Yan Shang rolled his eyes at him, does this seat look like someone who wants to die?I haven't taken revenge yet?I really want to kill this idiot, but I can't, I have to use him to escape!

Yan Shang was entangled in whether to kill Ji Jiuhan or not. He didn't notice whether he could kill Ji Jiuhan at all. In terms of strength, Yan Shang was always conceited. His underestimation of the enemy made him fall to where he is today.

Ji Jiuhan walked to Yan Shang's side, and sat down by the stone pillar. The will-o'-the-wisp was full of temptations for him, and it was his holy medicine for healing.The will-o'-the-wisp on the stone pillar wrapped itself around him, a warm breath filled his whole body, and Ji Jiuhan's brows gradually relaxed.

Not only did the ghost fire not attack Ji Jiuhan, but began to heal Ji Jiuhan's injuries. Yan Shang sensed that something was wrong. He felt that the ghost fire had lessened his erosion. Even though the change was very weak, he could feel it: "Single spiritual root of the fire element? Same as this seat, maybe the day of this seat's departure is not far away."

Yan Shang raised his head and glanced at the dark mountaintop, and relaxed his mind, and chatted with him slowly, "Revenge? Do you think I don't want to? With my current appearance, I can't do anything, but immediately , When this seat goes out, this seat will definitely kill the Quartet, and it has been gone for hundreds of years, if the world forgets the title of this seat, Demon Flame Demon Venerable, it will be really unpleasant."

Ji Jiuhan didn't say anything, just listening to the story of the devil trapped in this isolated place.

In the bustling street market, vendors are constantly calling out to sell their own things. The cultivators who come and go are all wearing black cloaks. Like other cultivators who come and go, there are two inconspicuous corners sitting in black cloaks. The man in the black cloak.

This is a black market in the realm of comprehension. Quite a few cultivators have found treasures that they can’t use, or killed someone to snatch them. Almost all of them choose to sell their stolen goods here. Everyone wears a black cloak, no one knows anyone, and no one will recognize the good things you find, so you can rest assured.

There are mixed fish and dragons here, and there are all kinds of people, whether it is righteous monks, Buddhist monks, demon monks or demon cultivators, they may appear here earlier, so this is also the place where the news is the most well-informed. Trivial things like furnaces can be as big as the downfall of a strong man.

"Xiao Yan, the world has changed a lot. 800 years is just a blink of an eye for a cultivator. I didn't expect that the world of comprehension is really full of talents. So what is it, how many harems have you collected? Everyone is still determined, the world has really changed a lot." A deep voice came from the corner.

"You are not allowed to speak ill of Brother Aotian!" The white-haired woman jumped out and accused the man in the corner, her snow-white hair slipped from her fair temples, and the black cloak hung down on her crisp shoulders. Without her proud curves, her face was slightly angry, her face was reddish, her lips were slightly parted, so beautiful, it made people want to move.

"Amazing! Shunfenger, can you hear this?" Ji Jiuhan looked at her in a daze, unaffected.

Seeing such a beautiful woman, the people around gradually gathered around, looking at her lustfully, some people actually wanted to step up to the white-haired woman, but what they uttered were obscene and obscene words.

"You're looking for death, that's Feng Xue'er!" Someone obviously recognized the white-haired woman and stopped the companion who was going to look for death.

"Who is Feng Xue'er?" The ignorant companion looked at him blankly.

"You don't even know Feng Xue'er, the daughter of Demon Venerable Fengxiu!" The people beside him looked at their companions with contempt.

Hearing this, the man in black robe next to Ji Jiuhan moved, left his seat at a speed that others couldn't see clearly, and grabbed Feng Xue'er's neck fiercely.

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