This method of exchanging bloodlines probably has no precedent in history. Fortunately, Zhuo Yifan succeeded.
At the same time, Murong Xiaoqian's true demon blood was also absorbed by Zhuo Yifan, turning Murong Xiaoqian into an ordinary person again.
An ordinary person with the bloodline of Zhuo Yifan.
This fact caught the two of them unexpectedly.
Murong Xiaoqian was like a transfer station, completely injecting all the energy into Zhuo Yifan's body in the form of blood.
And Zhuo Yifan, who had obtained all this, also had 'invisible blood poison' spread all over his body, making him hopeless.
He simply gave up resistance.
Even the devil's heart fell silent. I don't know whether it was completely dead or was contaminated and lost its spirituality. In short, Zhuo Yifan could no longer feel its existence.
The Xuanwu Divine Armor was originally integrated with Zhuo Yifan, and in this case, it also disappeared without a trace.
It cannot be verified unless you go to the outside world.
I don't know what happened, but when the poisonous blood spread all over his body, Zhuo Yifan seemed to have turned into an ordinary person, and the power originally contained in the blood essence was nowhere to be found.
Therefore, now the two of them are like two ordinary people, with no power at all.
This is one of the reasons why Miss Fang and others were unable to discover the two of them, because not only were they ordinary, they didn't even have the slightest breath.
Every living thing has its own unique aura, but these two people seemed to have jumped out of the rules of this world and did not exist at all.
When the two of them were hiding under the earth, even if a true demon master like the Great Elder was close at hand, they would not be able to detect their existence.
I guess this is the only benefit.
The two rested for a while, and Zhuo Yifan took out the elixir again and threw it into his mouth. However, this super elixir, which was said to be able to instantly restore all the skills of Mahayana masters, had no effect except shaking Zhuo Yifan's spirit.
Useless.
"Brother Zhuo, all your meridians and cells are contaminated. You are like a super giant bug. They need a huge amount of energy to fill them. Your little pill can last for a few days at most, but it cannot restore your strength.
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"Xiao Qian, is everything you said true? So, am I not a monster now?" Zhuo Yifan frowned.
"Brother Zhuo, don't get me wrong. This is just a metaphor. The Poison King controls the world and relies on his poisonous blood. He has a special constitution and can change. Therefore, each of his cells is equivalent to a living thing. This living thing contains
With incomparable power."
"Imagine that a person is composed of billions of powerful individuals, and each cell is even a master. How amazing is the combined power?"
In order to help her father, Murong Xiaoqian read a lot of books and knew a lot of secrets.
The ultimate goal of this specially created country is to cultivate successors for himself and save himself. The information about these true gods and generals is also extremely rich. Among them, the general "Poison" who is as famous as himself, of course he also left behind
detailed information.
The Three Mighty Kings fight against each other, killing, fighting, and poisoning. Among them, killing is the most fierce and terrifying, and the fighting strength is the strongest. But when it comes to lethality, no one can compare with 'poison'. It is said that poison can kill a planet in one breath.
Wherever it goes, it withers.
For such a ruthless man, the value of a drop of his blood is unimaginable.
They don't know how Miss Fang obtained such a precious drop of blood and used it on Zhuo Yifan. One can imagine how important Murong Xiaoqian is to them.
Zhuo Yifan's fusion of Xuanwu Divine Armor, every cell has been tempered countless times, and it is in its most powerful state, but it is no match for the demon king's essence and blood.
Now, this invisible blood poison is integrated with the Xuanwu Divine Armor and spreads in every cell of Zhuo Yifan's body.
In fact, the concept of Xuanwu Divine Armor is similar to that of invisible blood poison, both of which strengthen the physical body from the foundation.
"Brother Zhuo, you don't have to worry. As long as we enter the place of sacrifice and use the power of the sacrifice, we will be able to separate the invisible blood poison, and you will be fine by then."
Although Murong Xiaoqian is well-read and knows how terrible this blood poison is, she lacks understanding of Zhuo Yifan. She does not know that Zhuo Yifan has fused the Xuanwu Divine Armor and now the entire invisible blood poison has been integrated with him.
.
It is as difficult as splitting the Xuanwu Divine Armor, unless Zhuo Yifan dies.
Zhuo Yifan frowned and said, "Miss Fang said there are more important things to do. What are they?"
"I don't know about this either. This is my first time coming to this place of sacrifice." Murong Xiaoqian said helplessly: "But Brother Zhuo, do you believe what the witch said?"
"I don't really believe it. Maybe this is also her trick to lure us into being deceived." Zhuo Yifan was also very wary of Miss Fang now.
He found that almost none of them, whether it was Miss Fang, Dongfang Liang or Kong Wu, was a fuel-efficient lamp.
No one except themselves probably knows why they came to this murderous burial place.
The two of them were moving at a pitifully slow speed, and they didn't know how long it would take them to reach the hundreds of miles.
The sky became dark.
Zhuo Yifan looked at the altar that was still in the distance and smiled bitterly: "This is really a race to the bottom of Mount Wangshan. I've been walking for a long time, and I feel that the distance has not changed at all."
Murong Xiaoqian wiped the sweat from her forehead and said happily: "I think this is very interesting. Do you know that when I am trapped in the consciousness space, my biggest wish is to see a beam of light that illuminates the road ahead?
, and I am very happy if I can keep walking along the avenue."
Zhuo Yifan smiled and said: "Now your wish is fulfilled. There are hundreds of miles ahead, which is enough for you to walk for several days."
Murong Xiaoqian's expression changed, her ears twitched, and she said: "Brother Zhuo, something bad is going on. They are catching up."
Zhuo Yifan's eyes narrowed and he said extremely depressed: "It's too late to set up the formation, let's hide quickly."
In a hurry, the two of them had no choice but to hide in a depression behind a big rock.
This recessed place is more than enough to hide one person, but it would be a bit crowded to hide two people.
Zhuo Yifan turned to one side and wanted to get out of the way, but Murong Xiaoqian stretched out her hand to pull him closer and whispered: "The situation is critical, Brother Zhuo, please stop talking about gentlemanly etiquette."
The two bodies were almost close to each other before they could shrink into the depression.
Zhuo Yifan suddenly felt that the delicate body in his arms was hot, with a hint of trembling in the softness, which was completely different from the coldness at the beginning.
Although Murong Xiaoqian said it lightly, she was a princess with a lot of money, and she was almost hugging a man at this moment. She was the only one who understood the feeling. Even her ears turned red.