Lying on the cold ground of the underground training room, the skinny old man remained motionless.
More than ten or twenty ferocious tentacles, with the mouthparts at the end of them piercing his body, seemed to be completely unaware and there was no reaction at all.
If Chen Hai hadn't been able to sense that the vitality still existed in the skinny old man's body, even he might have simply regarded it as a corpse.
Should he continue to use the golden scissors to cut more wounds on the old man's body, and make some tentacles pierce his body again?
Chen Hai thought about this issue for a while.
However, after thinking about it again and again, he finally gave up the idea.
After all, even if the devouring touch can swallow up the cold, the cold inside the old man's body is really too terrifying.
A large number of tentacles are released at once to swallow up the strange cold feeling. If you are not careful, accidents will inevitably happen.
With more than ten tentacles, it is naturally much safer to swallow this thing bit by bit. Even if something happens during the period, Chen Hai can stop it in time.
"What's going on?" In the blink of an eye, nearly a stick of incense has passed. Chen Hai frowned slightly, his face full of confusion.
The things swallowed by the Devouring Touch, after being transformed by it, will turn into pure power, pour into his body, and then be quickly refined by him and turn into his own power.
Having used Devouring Touch so many times, Chen Hai was already familiar with this and had full experience.
But now, he could clearly feel that the frequency of the dozens or twenty tentacles that had penetrated into the skinny old man's body and devoured the chill was very stable and continued without any pause at all.
It has lasted for such a long time, and the amount of strange cold energy swallowed up by these tentacles should be quite large, but Chen Hai did not notice that they had any output at all!
"Could it be said that this strange cold energy has a higher power level than the ones it swallowed before?"
"After the swallowing touch wants to swallow these strange cold thoughts, it wants to transform them into power suitable for me to absorb. The process will be more difficult and it will take more time?"
"I, Mr. Chen, are not waiting for that little rice to be put into the pot. No matter whether my guess is correct or not, I will continue to wait for a while and see what happens!"
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After thinking about it for a long time, Chen Hai finally found a reason to let go of the devouring touch.
After thinking for a moment, he didn't do anything unnecessary, he just let it go and continued to wait quietly.
Time passed little by little, and an hour was about to pass.
A crystal clear fragment as thin as a cicada's wing, no more than half the size of a grain of rice, was fed back into Chen Hai's sea of consciousness by the devouring touch.
After sensing this scene, Chen Hai's consciousness immediately fell on this crystal fragment.
There was no need for any substantial contact. Just seeing this fragment, he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling as if his soul had been frozen.
"The rules of cold? These are rule fragments..."
For the first time, Chen Hai already knew what this crystal fragment looked like.
This feeling is very strange. Let alone contact, he has never even heard of Rule Fragments. As soon as he sees the thing that the Devouring Touch feeds back to him, he is sure that this thing is a Rule Fragment.
"The strange cold in the skinny old man's body contains the power of rules?"
"It's no wonder that the power of the cold is so terrifying. If I didn't have the Linglong Xuanhuang Tower of Heaven and Earth to protect me, I would definitely be dead if I tried to take advantage of this cold!"
"My devouring touch, after devouring the coldness, extracted the power of cold rules contained in it, and finally condensed this fragment of rules?"
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Whispering in his mind, Chen Hai soon figured out the general cause and effect.
Although this was just something he had guessed, he felt that the accuracy of his guess should be at least 90%.
"The power of rules is still a little far away from me."
"The fundamental method of my cultivation, and the various magical powers and secret techniques I master, seem to have nothing to do with this cold rule."
"Although the rule fragments are precious, this cold rule fragment does not match me."
"What suits you is the best. Since I can't use this thing at all for the time being, instead of keeping it in my hands as a decoration, why not use it to water my human flower and help it grow quickly!"
How to deal with this fragment of rules? Chen Hai didn't even think about it for long, he had already made a decision in his heart.
Although he was wasting some of his natural resources by doing this, no matter how precious things are, they can only truly belong to him after they are transformed into his own strength.
As for the power of rules, only after you step into Daluo can you barely be qualified to come into contact with it.
Chen Hai is not very interested in the rules of cold. He cannot wait until he becomes Da Luo before exploring whether these rule fragments have any other magical uses!
Now that he had made up his mind, above Chen Hai's head, the outline of the human flower that had just condensed slowly appeared.
The moment the cold rule fragment fell into the Human Flower, the Human Flower, which was originally just a vague outline, quickly became clear at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Using fragments of rules to water the flower of humanity is a serious waste, but the effect is absolutely astonishing.
When that small piece of cold rule fragment was completely consumed, the completeness of Chen Hairen's Flower had reached more than 60%.
If it was a normal practice, if he wanted to make his human flower reach this level, even the most conservative estimate would take him at least several decades.
This is because Chen Hai is extremely talented and has many disciples who support him. Otherwise, if it were an ordinary golden immortal, it would take hundreds or even thousands of years to perfect the Flower of Humanity to this level.
I don't find it strange at all.
"The chill in this old man's body is a treasure trove..."
Seeing this gratifying result, Chen Hai couldn't help but his eyes lit up.
After all, after taking so long, the coldness swallowed up by his devouring touches was less than one-tenth of the total coldness in the old man's body.
After all the fragments of the cold rules were consumed, he took some time, swallowed some more coldness, and condensed it into one again!
"Hmm..." He hummed softly, and the skinny old man's body suddenly trembled at this moment.
"I almost forgot, this guy is still alive!"
Chen Hai was stunned for a moment. The next moment, he had already reacted. The golden dragon scissors, half a man's height, were placed directly on the old man's neck: "Death or life?"