Fatty is naturally no stranger to these special lamp oils. It is precisely because of the existence of lamp oil that the lighthouse has the effect of frightening ancient creatures.
Both are miraculous things, and neither one is complete without the other.
The origins of these lamp oils are very extraordinary, and they also come from ancient creatures.
The monks carefully refined the remains of ancient creatures to obtain special ointments, which were carefully mixed to make precious lamp oil.
Not every organization has the ability to refine lamp oil, and not to mention how complex and high-end the refining methods are, simply obtaining the raw materials is very difficult.
If you don't have enough strength, you are simply not qualified to possess it.
It is by relying on these special lamp oils that the monks can build hunting camps in the Forbidden Sea and sail boats across the Forbidden Sea blocked by monsters.
Even when exploring other forbidden areas, lamp oil is also an indispensable item. Without sufficient lamp oil reserves, even exploration will be impossible.
In the Yuanji world, the lamp oil refined by this ancient creature can definitely be regarded as a top strategic material.
It's just that every monk organization will strictly guard such a precious thing. I don't know where Tang Zhen got it from?
But when he thought about Tang Zhen's methods, Fatty felt that it was just a matter of course. He was just getting some lamp oil, so how could he possibly stump Tang Zhen, who was so powerful.
The fat man mistakenly thought that the lamp oil in Tang Zhen's hand was obtained during the previous war. After all, it was chaotic and abnormal at that time, and there were ample opportunities to obtain lamp oil.
But little did he know that Tang Zhen's method of obtaining it was by no means as simple as he imagined.
Lamp oil was Tang Zhen's trophy. There was actually a lot of it, and it could be considered a considerable fortune.
With these precious lamp oils, Tang Zhen was sure to venture into dangerous places.
Of course, it is impossible for Tang Zhen to talk about these things, and Fatty will never know.
The fat man raised the glass bottle, raised his head and drank the lamp oil, then frowned.
"It tastes very bad and has a stale taste..."
At this moment, the fat man was still in the mood to appreciate the smell of lamp oil. His heart was as big as the sea.
"It's really strange that it tastes good. Did you know that many of the materials for refining these lamp oils are hundreds of millions of years old corpses.
Over time, these corpses will accumulate stale air and cause great harm to the monks."
Hearing Tang Zhen's explanation, the fat man couldn't help but widen his eyes, with a puzzled expression on his face.
Since it was harmful to the body, why did Fang Hao let him drink it? Could it be that he had some evil intentions?
Fatty thinks it’s impossible? If Fang Hao wanted to kill him, he would never use such stupid means.
The most important point? Fatty racked his brains and couldn't find any reason why Tang Zhen cheated him and harmed him.
"Although this lamp oil is poisonous, it has a special effect. It can activate the hidden blood talent by burning the blood.
It's just that this process is very dangerous, and you must have enough powerful monks to protect you before you can take the risk and try it."
Is it because the fat man trusted Tang Zhen? That's why he swallowed the lamp oil without any scruples? Now after listening to Tang Zhen's explanation, there is no longer any doubt in his mind.
He cupped his fists at Tang Zhen and didn't say much, but his attitude was made clear.
Let Tang Zhen control it, there will be no complaints in life or death.
Tang Zhen chuckled lightly and pointed at the fat man, and then he saw flames suddenly emerge from the surface of his body.
What if it were another monk? It might not be possible to guarantee safety, but Tang Zhen's action can guarantee safety.
As the fire of blood burned, the fat man's expression became ferocious, and the unspeakable pain continued to pile up.
In order to resist the pain, the fat man instantly transformed into a ferocious monster.
There was a constant low growl in his throat, as if he was trying his best to suppress the pain.
The blazing flames did not weaken because of Fatty's transformation, but instead became more intense.
This kind of flame only targeted Fatty alone, and the monks in Loucheng around him were not affected at all.
At the same time, the billowing energy was like water from a broken embankment, swarming towards the fat man.
However, he was like a bottomless pit, swallowing it all without mercy, without letting any of it escape.
This strange scene was witnessed by the monks around, and they couldn't help but feel frightened and anxious.
If this continues, Fatty will crush the other Loucheng monks and attract the attention of those divine generals.
Such a precious opportunity is not evenly distributed among the Loucheng monks, so how can it be given to outsiders?
At this moment, Fatty was regarded as a competitor by the Loucheng monks, and they tried their best to suppress him.
The divine generals who were watching from the side noticed the strange phenomenon in the fat man and paid attention to him one after another.
"Is this...bloodline burning?"
A god general said softly, with doubts in his tone, as if he was unsure of his judgment.
"Yes, it's true that his bloodline is burning. This guy's luck is a bit bad."
Another god general said, while gently shaking his head.
"Burning blood is equivalent to self-mutilation. If you are not careful, it will turn into ashes, and the whole process cannot be reversed.
Even if this monk does not die, he will definitely suffer heavy losses, and his path to practice may even be cut off.
It’s really sad to encounter such an opportunity and yet be so unlucky.”
In this god general's opinion, the fat man with burning blood will definitely die.
Situations like this are not uncommon on the battlefield. Many monks in desperate situations will burn their blood unconsciously.
But in the end, they all die together with their enemies.
However, there are other divine generals who do not agree with this statement and believe that there may be blessings hidden in disasters.
"The vast majority of bloodline burnings are indeed a desperate means of self-harm, but there are exceptions.
These monks unexpectedly survived after their bloodline was burned, and some even awakened some special talents.
I just don’t know whether this monk is lucky or unlucky."
It was obviously the same thing, but the generals had different views, which also made Fatty attract more attention.
At this moment, no one is thinking about what caused the bloodline to burn, they just want to know the final result.
Even if someone wants to investigate, they may not be able to find the specific reason, unless those peak god generals personally take action!
It's just that the top generals didn't bother to pay attention to this matter, and didn't even have the interest to take a look.
Not to mention these ordinary Loucheng monks, even those gods, generals and creators, they may not take the initiative to pay attention to them.
If it hadn't been for this mission, there would have been no possibility of cooperation between the peak god general and the ordinary Loucheng monks.
Perhaps it was this arrogance that prevented the top generals from discovering that there was a clone of a god hiding right under their noses.
They don't even know the other party's true identity. He is the mastermind behind a series of events and the man behind the investigation that the special envoys are trying to track down.
At this moment, Tang Zhen watched the fat man being wrapped in flames and burning, and gradually became silent.
Like a huge pile of firewood, it was burned into a pile of ashes, and the scorched black mass continued to fall off.
The violent cyclone surrounding Fatty gradually disappeared without a trace, and there was no more movement.
All the above changes give people a feeling that the fat man with burning blood will definitely die.
Including those god generals who are waiting and watching, they also think so.
Only Tang Zhen, who was the closest, looked at the fat man who had been burnt to charcoal, with a faint smile on his face.