When Emperor Bodhi entered his stomach, Yan Ting didn't feel anything at first, as if he had eaten an ordinary fruit. However, his muscles all over his body were tense, and every nerve was in an extremely tense state. His nervous face was filled with emotion.
A trace of excitement flashed through.
He is the first person in ancient and modern times to eat the fully grown Emperor Bodhi. Before today, he knew nothing about the divine object like Emperor Bodhi. He only relied on a few passages left by Mo Cangyan and risked his life.
It is dangerous to swallow the only Emperor Bodhi in the world.
He was gambling, gambling with his own life.
One breath, two breaths... His body still didn't respond, but this did not make Yan Ting relax at all. Instead, it made his nerves more tense. He was ready to face the pain caused by Emperor Bodhi.
After the tenth breath, Yan Ting suddenly felt a torrent pouring out from his lower abdomen, just like a meteorite falling into the vast sea, causing huge waves to come down and drown him.
After Di Bodhi entered the blood, it was transformed directly, and wisps of blood-colored energy flowed to every place in his body as his blood flowed.
Yan Ting's skin color turned scarlet at this moment, as if he had just crawled out of the sea of blood and was covered in blood. Even his black hair turned red, not red like fire, but blood.
The same scarlet color.
Hiss——
Yan Ting's clothes were torn, to be precise, they were shattered by the Gang Qi surrounding him. His scarlet complexion made him look like a blood-devouring devil.
Within his body, Yan Ting's blood boiled, and his eyes widened for a moment. Blood streaks spread along the edges of his eyeballs. The sound of his teeth clenching was clear and loud. It was as if his body had been filled with magma.
, Yan Ting's lips were open, and his breathing and breathing were extremely frequent and rapid. It seemed that if he stopped still, he would die suddenly because he could not breathe.
He personally experienced what is more frightening than death. This feeling, all the internal organs in the body are on fire, the blood is like a sea of fire, and the whole body is on fire.
With a grunt, Yan Ting swallowed with difficulty. Sweat had already wet his upper body. He was panting violently for dozens of breaths without slowing down for a moment. His eyes, which were bloodshot at the beginning, were now completely bloodshot, and there were blue veins on his forehead.
About to explode, the delicate facial features suddenly twisted ferociously, and seemed to be connected together by fire.
Before this, he had never thought that there was a kind of pain in the world that could make life worse than death. The soaking in the medicine pool almost caused him to collapse. After swallowing Emperor Bodhi, he realized that no matter how strong his will was,
Ten times more people would easily collapse under this kind of pain.
Yan Ting forcibly gathered up all the will and spirit in his life to build the strongest wall in his world, but the painful blow brought by Di Bodhi shattered it into pieces.
"ah--"
The brutal roar seemed to shake through the sky, and waves of energy surged against the surrounding stone walls, directly blasting dozens of cracks up to a foot long in the stone walls.
The pain he endured for sixteen years was not even one ten thousandth of this.
The shrill screams echoed in the cave. Yan Ting pressed his five fingers on his face, and his nails seemed to be digging into his flesh. He was exuding a strong blood-colored aura, and shocking veins were all over his arms, ready to explode at any time.
Arm-like.
Yan Ting's body suddenly flipped up several feet, and then fell to the ground like a meteor. This might not relieve him of any pain, but he hoped that in this way he could divert his attention slightly, but his thinking was too simple.
Well, the pain of falling to the ground and the pain caused by Di Bodhi are not worth mentioning at all.
He thought that Di Bodhi would bring him unbearable pain, just like
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Even if he was soaked in the medicine pool to cleanse all his internal organs, he believed that he could endure it with his willpower.
But this not only cleansed the internal organs, it seemed to destroy all his blood, organs, and internal organs. It also destroyed and shattered bit by bit.
"Uh ah ah..."
The intense pain of burning his internal organs was simply unbearable. No matter how strong his willpower was, it would fall apart in an instant. Yan Ting's head hit the ground directly, making a shallow pit with a diameter of nearly one foot in the ground. This made him
His eyes trembled suddenly in pain, but it was fleeting.
Di Bodhi has appeared many times in the Yuanqi Continent, and has been swallowed by many people. Although it is very precious, there are records in history about what reactions will occur after swallowing, as well as the consequences and increases. But this completely grows
Regarding Emperor Bodhi, Mo Cangyan only mentioned that it could enhance blood energy. As for the pain that would be worse than death after swallowing it, no one could imagine it.
Inside his body, the boiling hot blood exuded an extremely strong aura. This aura brushed through his every meridians, every organ, and every bone, and then entered it silently.
Yan Ting's eyes almost gushed blood, and the dark eyes had completely turned scarlet at this moment.
"Shouldn't my belief be firm?"
"Isn't my will always strong?"
"But...but why...I was easily defeated by an Emperor Bodhi. It was obviously just a dead thing. I'm really...ridiculous!"
Yan Ting suppressed all the unbearable pain and sat cross-legged. His facial features were twisted into a ball, and there was no place in his body that was not violently spasming. What he endured was what he thought was the most painful despair in the world.
This despair almost defeated his will, his belief, and even his courage to face pain. He miscalculated. He was prepared, but found that his preparation was not vulnerable at all.
However, this despair cannot break his heart!
Wisps of dark and gloomy demonic energy surrounded him like silkworm chrysalis. This was what the man in black robe taught him before practicing the Killing Curse. In order to practice the Killing Curse, he must first learn to evolve the demonic energy.
And when this demonic energy reaches a certain amount, it is enough to make him possessed and greatly increase his power. At the same time, it may also make him possessed and become an emotionless killing machine. Therefore, even if Yan Ting uses the killing curse, he will never dare to use it.
There was too much demonic energy because he couldn't control it.
But he has no choice at this moment. If he doesn't use the demonic energy, he will die here today.
When the demonic energy entered his body, most of the intense pain of burning his internal organs was immediately eliminated, but this was not enough. He still couldn't bear it. His spasmodic body gradually settled down, and the two energies in his body were violently colliding.
One is the demonic energy derived from Yan Ting, and the other is blood-red, which is the power of blood released after Emperor Bodhi is transformed.
The two energies, sometimes the demonic energy surrounds the blood energy, and sometimes the blood energy overpowers the demonic energy. The two are incompatible with each other, but they do not exclude each other and stick together.
Yan Ting's blood-red eyes dimmed and turned into black and red. He clearly felt that although the pain in his body had been reduced a lot, there were two more forces that he could not control.
The two energies rushed into the blood, dyeing the red blood into black red. At this moment, Yan Ting's eyes were about to burst, and his arms trembled as they hit the ground. The earth collapsed instantly, and a wave of scarlet energy surged like a mountain into the sea.
The water waves were endless, and the surrounding stone walls were shattered layer by layer. Yan Ting's aura instantly rose to a level beyond his previous peak.
Yan Ting took a few steps back and looked at his fist in horror. It was still the same color as blood. The difference was that this power was somewhat unfamiliar to him. It belonged to
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His vitality is undergoing a qualitative change.
His consciousness gradually faded, and he could no longer feel that much. The side effect of the demonic energy entering his body was to lose consciousness for a short period of time, but he could not lose consciousness at this time, absolutely not.
Yan Ting hit his head against the broken stone wall, causing a huge hole to appear in the stone wall. Yan Ting was shocked. Is this his power?
The demonic energy and blood energy are still colliding, seeming to be fighting for the initiative. Every collision will cause the blood to tumble crazily, and the heat and pain that exceeds Yan Ting's ultimate endurance will violently hit him. He knelt down hard on his knees,
The ground was cracked and sunken a foot deep.
There was also a terrifying murderous intent in his pupils.
"Haha——" Yan Ting stood upright with his legs, his arms raised to the sky, and his bloody aura was like the roar of an ancient beast that penetrated the sky. The entire stone chamber was shaken, and the top cracked directly, and countless rubble fell down, as if
It will collapse at any time.
Yan Ting was waving in the stone chamber, each move filled with strong killing intent, extremely violent, as if he was caught in a violent rage.
The Seven Killing Curses of the Demonic Way, the most taboo is the intention to kill. If Yan Ting has the intention to kill, the last remaining bit of consciousness will be swallowed up by the demonic energy. At this time, Yan Ting only has killing in his eyes!
The two energies in the body blended together in the final collision, merged into the blood, and blended into every part of Yan Ting's body. Yan Ting felt as if he had been pierced by thousands of arrows. His body stopped, his head was stunned, and he spoke.
Uh-huh, uh-huh, I didn't make a sound.
Without warning, he fell down and fell unconscious.
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This is where……
Yan Ting's groggy head was hazy.
He shook his head and pushed himself up.
"Am I dead..."
Yan Ting pinched his arm hard and felt a mild pain. He was sure that he was not dead.
"If you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later." Yan Ting raised his head and smiled bitterly. He was really walking through the gate of hell.
"In the future, I won't go and get treasures if I have them. I have a life to take them, but I don't have a life to use them."
He raised his arms, his skin color returned, and except for extreme fatigue, there were no injuries on his body.
He closed his eyes and concentrated, going to check if there was any damage inside his body. Suddenly, his expression was startled, and his whole face was frozen there, as if it was petrified.
"This... this is... what, there seems to be an extra power in my body, and this power seems to fit perfectly with me, but why do I feel that it is more difficult for me to control it?"
Yan Ting frowned and felt his own breath carefully.
"My... aura has become more pure. This aura has surpassed that of Yun Ye, who I fought with back then. Has my cultivation level reached the peak of the Tianyuan realm?" Yan Ting's face could not be concealed.
A flash of ecstasy suddenly appeared, and he felt his own realm again.
"That's not right. My realm is still the fourth level of Tianyuan. Could it be..." Yan Ting thought about the role of Emperor Bodhi in increasing blood energy. Could it be that his blood energy has been enhanced.
Yan Ting tentatively gathered a ball of energy and blasted it on the stone wall. This was a casual blow. Normally, if he could knock off a stone, he would feel that he had made progress, but...
boom--
As soon as the vitality touched the stone wall, it was shattered into pieces. A large piece of the middle part turned into nothingness, forming a hollow that was several feet deep.
This scene made Yan Ting freeze there, and his dull face did not change at all for a long time.
A random strike was so powerful that it was comparable to his previous five powers. In this strike, he used less than 10% of his power.
