"clear."

Zhao Fan nodded.

This opportunity to punish the crime is quite humane.

When you can't hold on, you still have time to choose to give up. If you force yourself to persevere, you will die.

He took a deep breath and said, "Then I'll go down first. I guess you are not feeling well in the environment here. Why not go to the top and wait for me."

"No, I'll just wait here for you." Yaozu shook his head and smiled, saying, "Although the environment is indeed so cautious, you are just a half-ancestral creature. How could I feel at ease? If my brother knows that I will leave you outside and wait, I will definitely be cruel to me."

"All right."

Zhao Fan smiled at her, then moved his body and fell into the huge corpse pit.

Through the gaps of the tragic corpse.

It was completed in one go and it fell to the bottom.

That is the tenth floor.

It is worth mentioning that the ten layers of corpses laid in the entire corpse pit have a higher level of life.

at this time.

A large cup appeared in Zhao Fan's sight.

The height is about ten meters.

The diameter of the cup mouth is three meters.

The whole body is blood-colored.

Among them is a red liquid with unknown objects flowing.

It also smells of a faint medicinal fragrance.

It really doesn't look like the blood of living beings.

Zhao Fan walked to the big cup with his footsteps.

Just touch the cup wall to start the tempering of your will.

Without any hesitation, he raised one hand and pressed his fingertips against the wall of the cup.

At this moment, a terrifying scene happened!

I saw the heads of the corpse in the entire corpse pit turning stiffly.

He faced Zhao Fan at the bottom at the same time.

Those hideous, desperate and fearful eyes were neatly focused on him!

In a moment.

Zhao Fan felt that his goosebumps all over the floor.

Even his state of mind began to shudder!

It was at this time.

It seemed as if an invisible big hand grabbed him and pulled his consciousness into the big cup.

Moreover, there is no power to resist!

After a moment.

Zhao Fan's body fell softly to the ground, like a body that had become an empty shell.

And his consciousness was already pulled into the big cup without any left and soaked in the blood.

Zhao Fan's consciousness trembled for a moment.

because.

His consciousness is not a state of condensation.

Instead, it is dispersed into countless particles, evenly blending into the red liquid.

It was like turning into grains of sand, and it was wrapped at the same time.

In this state, any feeling will be infinitely enlarged, enlarged, and enlarged again!

“What a magical way to temper.”

At the moment, Zhao Fan has not realized the seriousness of the problem and has even enjoyed the taste of red liquid wrapped around it.

Just like a tired person, being massaged hard by something.

but.

over time.

The power similar to massage is getting bigger and bigger!

It is so big that it breaks through the boundaries of comfort and turns into huge pain!

"hiss!!!"

Zhao Fan took a deep breath.

Caught off guard, my consciousness almost collapsed and broke up!

He immediately focused on resisting the red liquid package without distraction.

The particles of consciousness are constantly compressed by red liquid.

The pain of squeezing, every time it was like a severe injury to death when I was normal!

after all.

Evenly wrapping and one wave of squeezing are equivalent to countless squeezing and stacking together!!!

However, Zhao Fan's consciousness was sublimated unknowingly in this tempering.

It's like a sponge squeezed out the moisture, or it's like the metal under the hydraulic press, pleading for mercy.

All consciousness particles are getting smaller.

However, it becomes more tenacious and solid.

Zhao Fan was in severe pain, but he was far from reaching his limit and could still stand it.

...

Above the corpse pit.

Yaozu's worried eyes were always paying attention to the big cup under the corpse pit.

The white robe figure fell on the ground outside the cup, which is normal, because this state will appear after the consciousness is pulled away, but nothing really happens.

The reason why she was worried was because she saw the red liquid in the cup boiling wildly.

The more fierce the boiling, the stronger the tempering of consciousness.

"The consciousness of fortune is already very high, even comparable to the peak of the ancestral realm. Otherwise, it would not have started to boil as soon as it entered."

Yaozu thought in shock.

What she fears the most is the arrogance of a genius, and will not let the other party admit defeat easily.

If you reach the limit of your tolerance, you will be able to hold on with the opportunity to breathe three times...

The body outside the cup is really reduced to a corpse.

"Come on, you will definitely succeed."

Yaozu couldn't help but hold his hands together and looked nervously at the big cup below.

Gradually.

An hour passed.

"As far as I know, the longest lasting is one stick of incense for one hour."

Yaozu whispered thoughtfully: "And almost all those who failed and persisted for the longest time was only an hour. Now, his consciousness training should be within the scope of his endurance, and he has no worries."

In the past, as long as you persist for more than an hour, there were no examples of failure or death.

As usual.

She could breathe a sigh of relief for Zhao Fan.

However, after all, it is not over yet, so the heart that Yaozu had been hanging has never stopped.

...

Time continues to pass.

Another stick of incense passed in a blink of an eye.

“Not over yet?!”

Yaozu stared at the big cup with a boiling momentum that was even more surging, "Then the tempering has become stronger? Has his consciousness opened up a brand new world now!"
To be continued...