A practitioner is fighting with the heaven and with others.
If you are always looking back on anything and are so embarrassed that you dare not move forward, then why are you practicing? Go home as soon as possible and herd sheep!
Besides, there is really something wrong, Chen Feng also believes that he can solve it himself.
As he said that, Chen Feng stepped directly into the blood pool without any hesitation.
The moment he entered, Chen Feng felt a powerful aura rushing into his body directly.
Chen Feng couldn't help but tilt his head and let out a long roar. The bones in his body were like fried beans, and the crackling sounds kept ringing.
The blood-red pool water rushed into his body one after another, accompanied by a powerful pressure and impact force.
Originally, Chen Feng's bones were already light golden and hard enough, but under the impact of these pools of water, they were not enough to see.
"ah!"
Chen Feng shouted, and some bones had cracks, like broken porcelain. It took only one opportunity to be completely destroyed.
"This pool of fruit is indeed not simple."
Chen Feng was a little scared. Although there were some cracks in his bones, there was also a stream of spiritual energy slowly repairing his body.
With the repeated impact of the pool water, the bones in Chen Feng's body gradually changed. The broken bones were constantly destroyed and restored. The color was no longer light golden, but instead revealed a jade-like luster.
As the bones changed, Chen Feng's body heard a surging roar, and the blood revealed a charming light, like the agate above.
The meridians were constantly widening. After Chen Feng's body was tempered for a long time, a layer of gray appeared on his body, and there was a little red color mixed in it.
Chen Feng's body kept shaking, like a strong bamboo in the wind, still standing tall without the wind blowing and rain.
As time goes by, the bright red pool water in the blood pool gradually changes color, from the initial blood red to the current light red.
In contrast, Chen Feng's body was covered with blood-red patterns, like a sleeping look, exuding a vast power.
The water from the blood pool was still being absorbed, and finally formed a blood-red cocoon, wrapping Chen Feng tightly.
With the appearance of the blood-red cocoon, the old man who had disappeared before appeared again.
He looked at the blood-red cocoon, his expression was unpredictable, and his eyes were as deep as thousands of years of ice.
Finally, he couldn't help laughing: "I didn't expect that I would see this scene again one day. What a pity, I'm not a member of my war tribe."
The old man sighed a little. He had seen such a scene before, and that was a stunning genius of the War Clan.
After being baptized by the blood pool, he became more dazzling and invincible.
It was him who led the war clan to the throne of kings and to the peak.
Even hundreds of years after her departure, the War Clan was still a first-class family.
If that hadn't happened at that time, the glory of their war tribe would have continued.
But things are impermanent, and the current war tribe is also good, and it is slowly recovering with the foundation it has been built at that time.
"Can you see such glory in him?" the old man murmured to himself, he was not sure.
But he also understood that Chen Feng's future achievements would not be much smaller.
"I hope he will remember the War Clan, okay." The old man sighed, feeling that he needed to use his power to talk to them.
Such geniuses cannot get into evil, they can only get into good relationships. Sometimes, they even need to help them.
The old man glanced at the cocoon and disappeared again.