Chapter 172 172. Changes after the Blood Burning
"There is always a dungeon that has just passed the normal difficulty, and then you have to face the epic difficulty and hell difficulty."
Mo Hao pinched the bridge of his nose. He was a little concerned about what the mission brief said, but now was not the time to think about it.
Finding the Taixu Realm related to Jiuding is not too difficult, because Mo Hao has already made plans for his future.
After confirming that his plug-ins will be refreshed every time he enters the Taixu Realm, his future development direction will definitely be related to the Taixu Realm.
In fact, in the past two days, Mo Hao has begun to take time to conduct investigations to see which top university specializes in cultivating Taixu Realm explorers.
His future development direction is only related to the explorers of Taixu Realm, and he has no other ideas.
At the same time, Mo Hao also knew that the path he chose would inevitably have many obstacles and enemies, such as the Doomsday Society and companies whose interests were affected by the [Adventurer's Automatic Recovery Device].
Even the hostility caused by some reasons that Mo Hao did not expect, these are the obstacles in front of him when he moves forward.
"Sure enough, I'm still not strong enough. If I were strong enough, those dog breeds would just shrink their bones in the wet place at this moment. How dare they have any thoughts about me."
Breaking through the limits of the human body and achieving extraordinary achievements not only made Mo Hao's senses far beyond ordinary people, but also made him feel some malicious malice that he didn't know where to come from and was lingering on him.
Mo Hao then understood that these were some guys who were spying on him, some guys who wanted to get something from him, and they were using their brains, trying to bite off a piece of meat from him like a hyena.
"You talk nonsense! If you are not strong enough, you will be plotted by others."
"Then be strong."
Bloody flames spurted out from the seven orifices, turning Mo Hao into a torch in an instant. The bloody flames violently burned and destroyed Mo Hao.
The blood flames crazily and explosively burned everything that could be destroyed from the seven orifices, from the seams of bones, and from the pores. Even the thick and majestic blood in Mo Hao's body was like boiling lake water.
Blood mist carrying high temperature emitted from his pores. Normally, when it reached this point, Mo Hao would be unable to hold on and would need Phantom Ghost to pull him back from the edge of losing control.
But this time was different, unlike any other time.
Breaking through the limits of the human body and achieving extraordinary things, he transformed into a great demon and not only withstood the violent blood flames, but the dissipated blood mist was gathered up by a big invisible hand, and the blood mist was sucked back into his body.
The blood mist returned to the body, and then the burning blood flames entered the body through the pores. The high-temperature mist and exploding blood flames merged into the blood.
Blood is a necessity for the operation of the life system. After Mo Hao completely withstood the blood burning ceremony, his blood began to gain strength.
A mixture of two completely opposite forces, destruction and life, condensed in the blood.
At the same time, the blood in Mo Hao's body was condensed by Xue Burning into a stronger and more powerful liquid.
Before, this power was enough for Mo Hao to improve by leaps and bounds, but after he broke through the limits of the human body and achieved extraordinary achievements, this improvement in power did not appear to be powerful.
"Not enough, not enough, not enough for class!!!"
"Come again, come again, keep improving!!!"
The furnace in his dantian roared, his spirit was highly condensed, and his power was completely concentrated. Mo Hao felt that he had broken through a certain limit.
Then his eyes blurred and he came to an unknown place.
It was a tall black tower standing on the barren land, pointing straight into the sky like a sharp sword.
It's like a sword that launches rebellion against the gods, and it's like the Tower of Babel that declares war.
In front of Mo Hao, the tower door opened as if to invite him, and at the same time, he felt several gazes from the open door.
It was a look with scrutiny and even some schadenfreude.
Where is this place?
I don’t know, the only thing I’m sure of is that this place is definitely not my home.
Mo Hao moved his hands and feet, and his body was flexible and flexible. There was no sign of the absurd and difficult control of his limbs when he was dreaming.
In this way, you can first rule out the possibility of the force hitting your brain at the last moment, causing hallucinations.
The ghost then revealed an almost invisible shadow, which also allowed Mo Hao to rule out the option of being pulled into his dream by the perverted ghost king of Elm Street who specializes in torturing children.
After making sure that his spirit was not disturbed in any way, Mo Hao stepped into the tower.
Mo Hao didn't know how he got here, but the thing in front of him had already sent an invitation to him, so avoiding it would only make the things inside look down on him.
Walking into the tower, the door behind him suddenly closed and turned into a wall, as if Mo Hao was not given the option to leave.
The abnormality was also expected by Mo Hao. He was not afraid at all and walked forward.
There are no other items in the tower. Except for the upward stairs in the corner, there is just a huge open space inside, and there is nothing else.
In the center of the open space, a figure was sitting cross-legged. The moment he looked at him, even Mo Hao showed a surprised expression.
That person and that face are memories that Mo Hao will never forget.
That was the first intelligent life that Mo Hao killed with his own will since he came to this world and even had thoughts.
"Ha, student boy, you seem to be surprised."
The person in front of him was the first person Mo Hao killed when he came to this world.
A cadre of the Doomsday Society.
The strange high tower and the sight of dead people here made Mo Hao more or less guess where this place was.
"Tower of Death? Are you trying to tell me something?"
The question went unanswered because a man with only one head left could not vibrate his vocal cords to answer.
At a speed that is difficult for ordinary people to react, the head of the Doomsday Society cadre was cut off from his body by Mo Hao's sword before he even had time to react.
Without evading or resisting, Mo Hao casually picked off the heads of the Doomsday Society cadres, just like picking fruits from a tree.
The expression on his head was frozen in surprise and shock, as if he didn't expect that he would die so quickly.
The cadres of the Doomsday Society were about to die again without even expressing their anger.
Mo Hao didn't know whether the second death was eternal, so he just casually crushed the head in his hand. This action had no meaning. He was simply dissatisfied with the head, so he destroyed it.
"You were killed by me when you were alive. Do you think you can fight against me now that you are dead?"
"Things that have died once will only die again."
Mo Hao raised his head. There was no ceiling or any obstruction above his head, allowing him to see the top of the Tower of Death at a glance.
At the top of the tower, a figure wearing a black cloak and holding a scythe was looking down. The eyes of both parties met at this moment. The figure wrapped in a cloak had death in his eyes.
Princes and generals, traffickers and pawns, talented scholars and beauties, overlords and ordinary people, no matter whether their status is noble or humble, they will inevitably die in the end. No matter whether they have great achievements in life and dominate the world, no matter whether their status is prominent or humble, it is impossible to reverse the inevitable law of death.
Looking at each other, Mo Hao felt a bone-chilling coldness invade his upper body, as if he were walking naked in the ice and snow. No matter how hard he struggled, he could only watch the last of his heat being taken away bit by bit.
While losing heat, they are waiting for the inevitable arrival of death.
But at this moment, an unruly explosive flame burst out from Mo Hao's body.
It was a flame filled with destructive power. What was even more strange was that this flame, which was like a ferocious beast trying to burn everything, still had an extremely strong vitality.
The cold death was dispersed or even blasted away by the flames.
And this power turned into a punch, following the gaze of the God of Death and hitting him directly.
Tear!
With the sound of fabric being torn, a huge tear appeared on Death's cloak that could not be ignored.
The God of Death's already icy gaze added a third of death energy. The God of Death swung his sickle in the air, and the light of the drawn sword tore out dark cracks.
This move actually tore apart space!
"Hey, are you scared?!"
Some people may be afraid of the wrath of the God of Death, but Mo Hao is not among those people.
Not to mention that when he came to this place, he was probably inseparable from the God of Death. The God of Death was still holding a weapon to attack, which was enough to change the opponent's identity in Mo Hao from [Unknown] to [Enemy].
When it comes to enemies, Mo Hao always has only one choice.
Blast it to death, completely kill it to pieces!
"roar!!!"
With a demonic roar that did not look like a human being, Mo Hao immediately revealed the body of the great demon Jidu Luohu, and used the demon's body to strike out with the power of a sky-shattering fist.
Quan Jin turned into a wild bull and rushed towards the God of Death, but before he could rush far, he was torn apart by the spatial cracks in the space and resolved.
If one punch doesn't work, then punch again.
The big demon's eyes were stained with violent crimson, and his angry fists fired out like cannonballs.
The unparalleled hegemonic fist that shattered muscles and bones was so powerful that it turned into a white bull that was a hundred feet tall, raised its hooves and stepped towards the god of death.
The god of death swung his sickle and tore the phantom of the hundred-foot-long white bull into pieces in an instant. However, just as his old moves were exhausted and his new moves had not yet recovered.
The phantom ghost appeared silently behind the God of Death, and the formation map of the generals above his head suddenly opened. The Niu-headed general held a long spear, and the horse-faced general held a Yanyue knife, attacking the God of Death from the left and right respectively.
The Yanyue Sword cut off the arm of the God of Death holding the scythe, and the long spear pierced the body of the God of Death. The fire of the soul in the skull of the God of Death suddenly surged, trying to resist the underworld general Chang Li.
I don’t know if there is a functional conflict between the God of Death and the Underworld, or simply because the bull-headed and horse-faced skulls in front of him, which are from different departments but have the same function, are not pleasing to the eye. The two weapons are fiercely exerted on the left and the right, and they actually kill the God of Death. The body was cut into pieces directly.
Then Mingjiang came out of the formation to face the wind, and the long scroll swept away the remaining rags of the God of Death's cloak.
The God of Death was defeated, and everything in front of him suddenly began to distort. Finally, after a period of spinning, Mo Hao's consciousness returned to his body.
After looking around, Mo Hao confirmed that he was still at home. Even judging from the time on the clock, less than five minutes had just passed.
The Tower of Death, the God of Death, and the fight with the God of Death just now seemed like a dream.
But soon Mo Hao realized that it was not a dream.
Feeling the power in his body, Mo Hao closed his eyes and felt it carefully. After a moment, he opened his eyes with an even weirder expression.
The power in his body truly told him that he had passed the blood burning.
The blood energy in the body is like a roaring river. When the blood energy is steaming, Mo Hao can even directly release the combat skills of a berserker if he is willing.
"This level of blood energy should reach the extreme level of a berserker, but it is not as high as the emperor's blood to kill the sky."
The intensity of the blood energy in his body made Mo Hao suspicious again.
Logically speaking, through blood burning, one can undergo a second awakening from the Hell-blood Demon God and become the Emperor-Blooded Sky Slayer.
But judging from his own situation, it seems that Mo Hao did not become the Emperor Blood Killer after passing the Blood Burning.
Soon, he realized the problem.
"The qi, blood and soul plundered were not enough, so the [Emperor's Blood] needed for the second awakening was not condensed, and the remaining souls plundered were not able to form a blood demon."
"as well as……"
Mo Hao looked at the description of the Blood Burn skill on the panel, and he could more or less guess where the problem was.
[Blood Burning LV1 (0/10000): Burning blood to refine the body, devouring souls to refine the spirit, and plundering are the essence of a berserker. 】
"The blood burning skill level is not enough. I am afraid that only by upgrading, plundering enough blood and residual souls, and surviving the blood burning can we truly become the emperor's blood killer."
It's just that this conjecture has no possibility of being realized for the time being. Ten thousand experience points is a huge gap. At this time, Mo Hao still has more than 3,000 experience points left.
But fortunately, Mo Hao didn't plan to improve Xue Fen's level so quickly.
He knew that once the level of blood burning was increased, the pain during subsequent blood burning would probably increase in multiples, and it was not impossible to even increase it exponentially.
The appearance of the Tower of Death and the God of Death just now suggests that Mo Hao has passed the Blood Burning and needs to undergo a trial in the Tower of Death.
Or maybe it was just the God of Death looking for trouble.
There is no need to answer this question. Mo Hao, who defeated the God of Death, naturally no longer needs to climb the tower arduously, and at the same time, he loses the opportunity to get the answer.
Mo Hao could vaguely feel that the dismembered God of Death was just a projection, and his body was not in the Tower of Death.
Sinking his mind into the world of the Book of Heaven, Mo Hao saw at first glance two existences that were somewhat different from their own kind.
There is a pair of bull-headed and horse-faced bodies, either hanging on or holding rags belonging to the cloak of death.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but this pair of bull-headed and horse-faced beasts seem to be slightly larger than the others of the same kind, and a human-like spirituality can be seen in their eyes.
(End of chapter)