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Chapter 82 Prepare to Breakthrough

Zhan Zhao couldn't help but feel a huge shock in his body, and kept retreating. His throat felt sweet, and he seemed to be about to spurt out blood, but he suppressed it.

"Stop looking at me with that look!" Mo Zhonglou said coldly, "From the words you left and the things I asked you in the beginning, you seem to understand what happened between me and Zixuan... Huh! Remember.

Come on, I only love one person, and that is Zixuan."

Zhan Zhao couldn't help but look bitter. He was planning a plane by himself, and he was actually jealous. Besides, it's not good to be jealous of anyone. He was actually jealous of Demon Zhengzhenglou, and he almost lost his life.

But what Mo Zunzunlou said is right. If Mozunzunlou is so proud and domineering, naturally he will not fall in love with someone else...

"Take the Essence Pill quickly!" Demon Zunzunlou snorted coldly, "Don't waste time!"

Zhan Zhao paused, nodded, raised his hands and said, "Thank you Demon Lord!"

Looking at the blood-red crystal clear Essence Pill, Zhan Zhao couldn't help but feel a little clogged in his heart. He suddenly thought that it seemed like this thing flew out from the heart of King Lanling.

Doesn't that mean that it is equivalent to the heart of King Lanling... Then does it count as cannibalism?

Although it is just an essence pill, there always seems to be some shadow in my heart.

"Hurry up and take it!" Mo Zhonglou shouted coldly.

Zhan Zhao shook his head, came back to his senses, nodded, gritted his teeth, and stuffed the goose egg-sized essence pill into his mouth. Then, he didn't know what to do!

Mo Zhenglou showed a surprised look for the first time, shook his head gently, flicked his fingers, and an invisible force of energy was ejected, hitting Zhan Zhao's throat, and Zhan Zhao's

There was no injury to the throat.

This energy seemed to be like beating a cow across a mountain. The essence pill in Zhan Zhao's throat immediately shattered and fell directly from Zhan Zhao's throat!

Mo Zunzunlou took a step forward and appeared in front of Zhan Zhao. He stretched out his hand and slapped Zhan Zhao on the shoulder with his right palm, knocking Zhan Zhao to the ground with a slap.

"Sit down cross-legged and dissolve the power of the medicine!" Mo Zhonglou said coldly.

Zhan Zhao hurriedly closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and suddenly felt a strong energy emanating from his body. In an instant, Zhan Zhao's whole body was boiling with energy, and his blood energy was soaring to the sky, turning into a dragon-shaped air column, penetrating the sky, like

The peerless sword pierces through the heaven and the earth.

Mo Zunlou nodded slightly and said nothing.

Zhan Zhao only felt that he was contained by a vast divine power, gathering the endless divine energy into his body, and performed a baptism like a holy sacrifice!

The divine light was like a tide, washing away every inch of his flesh and blood. His whole body was as bright as colorful glass, without a trace of impurities.

Suddenly, Zhan Zhao felt that the power was too majestic, and his body swelled slightly, as if it was about to explode!

Mo Zunzunlou saw that Zhan Zhao's whole body was blood red, and some blood vessels and tendons appeared on the skin, which was a bit ferocious. He couldn't help but paused, stretched out his right hand, and then put it down again. There seemed to be a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

Zhan Zhao only felt that his whole body was exploding, and even his consciousness seemed to be a little blurry. He guarded a trace of clarity in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and only knew that he was constantly running his internal energy without daring to stop at all. In the end, Zhan Zhao only felt,

His consciousness seems to have been lost, but the internal force in his body is still running continuously, resolving the blood energy that burst out, and then returns it to his Dantian.

Suddenly, the energy in his body seemed to change, becoming full of coldness and darkness, boundless. Zhan Zhao felt like a fish swimming in the sea that was about to freeze. No matter how hard he tried, he could not escape the coldness.

Feel.

Zhan Zhao secretly realized that there was an unknown force eroding his soul. The internal force that could have provided energy and warmth to the body could not be used at this time. The only thing he could do was to rely on his strong will to support him.

He wanted to prevent his consciousness from fainting. For some reason, his heart was like a mirror, very clear that if his consciousness relaxed even a little, it would be eroded and disappeared by this cold force, and his soul would disappear from the world.

With no concept of time at all, Zhan Zhao's consciousness was struggling in this coldness. Suddenly he felt that the power of the coldness seemed to be hindered and weakened a little. He seemed to have a chance to breathe. He knew that he had to force his consciousness to

Only by not fainting to death can you avoid the misfortune of losing your soul.

Zhan Zhao carefully kept the mourning platform clear, subconsciously constantly operating his internal energy and absorbing the energy.

After a while, as the energy continued to be dissolved, a vigorous force suddenly burst out from the Dantian. The force circulated continuously in the body and gradually heated up, turning from warmth to scorching heat. The scorching heat turned into a storm, burning the body.

At the same time, the meridians collided fiercely with the cold force.

In an instant, all the lost feelings were restored, and all kinds of pain, cold, heat, soreness, and soreness broke out in the body, but they didn't even have the right to moan or vent. It was really crueler than the ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty!

Zhan Zhao cursed.

With the surge of power, Zhan Zhao felt that he was about to explode, and the cold air in his body also disappeared. The temperature in his body dropped little by little, and his internal power seemed to return as the temperature dropped like dumplings in a pot of water.

On the right track. After all this torment, Zhan Zhao's will became as weak as tofu brain, and he was about to enter a complete state of dormancy to relax.

Suddenly, an extremely domineering force surged into his body, and his whole body exuded a burst of vitality. However, it felt as if his liver had been stabbed.

One word, pain!

Mo Zunzunlou looked at Zhan Zhao, and suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed a few times in the void. Suddenly, the world changed drastically, and endless spiritual energy gathered. The spiritual energy became thicker and thicker, and was directly instilled into Zhan Zhao's body.

Going there is like overwhelming mountains and overwhelming rivers.

"With these spiritual energy from heaven and earth, we should be able to break through this time!" Demon Zunzhenglou murmured coldly and softly.

Zhan Zhao's consciousness suddenly returned to clarity. For some reason, all the pain and feeling disappeared. At this moment, the internal force that turned into a liquid due to the great achievement of the Five Qi towards the Yuan Dynasty filled the Dantian. No, something seemed wrong. It was no longer a liquid.

!But, the essence, the extremely solid essence!

Zhan Zhao circulated his internal force over and over again, and the full Dantian suddenly began to rotate slowly from stillness. However, this time it was compressed, extremely compressed, almost close to a solid state. The internal force continued to solidify, and the more compressed it became, the smaller it became.

Finally, the solid internal force gradually solidified into a golden bead the size of a baby's fist, spinning rapidly at a terrifying speed, absorbing spiritual energy crazily!

Suddenly, at the moment when it was turning the fastest, it stopped without any warning!

"Success!" Mo Zhonglou looked at Zhan Zhao, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!
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