What is reshaping the bloodline? Isn’t it just jumping into the wine pool to take a bath? It even made Lao Xia stunned.

However, before going down, Xia Wushuang had some dirty thoughts, and poured several tanks of wine into storage. He stopped until Rodris O could not bear to watch and called to stop.

As for the Dionysian halberd in the middle of the blood pool, when Xia Wushuang swam over and took it off, his cheap teacher Rodrisau just sneered "其" to describe his disdain at this moment.

"Go!" Xia Wushuang only took a look at the pseudo-Divine God's Spherdes, and he couldn't help but become disgusted.

Passiveness only increases the awakened person's power and attack. The only active magic actually makes the opponent unable to use physical attacks in a short period of time. No wonder the dead skeleton is so disdainful. It turns out that even a secondary artifact can be so bad.

"It seems that you are ready." Rodrisau opened his purple pages and did not look at Xia Wushuang; the free-standing bone hand suddenly appeared on the fingertips, and he jumped eagerly.

Seeing Rodris O's dangerous behavior, Xia Wushuang was suddenly uneasy. He knew that what was going to happen next was the highlight. If he wanted to reshape his bloodline, he would not just swim in the wine pool, it was as simple as that.

"After a while, my bloodline will be temporarily pulled out of my body by me. You will only have a few seconds to disperse the blood of Avia into your body, so that you can completely obtain this invincible bloodline that has lasted forever."

Rodris's words immediately made Xia Wushuang's heart beat violently. The expression was still indifferent at the last moment, but the next moment it turned into a solemn as if facing a great enemy.

That eternal bloodline is so powerful. As soon as Lao Xia recalls Avijaya's majesty of tearing the world and becoming an enemy of the world, he feels like he has millions of cat claws in his heart, and he is as uncomfortable as he is scratching his heart.

"Of course, if you fail, you won't have any problems; it's just that you're carrying the unlucky bloodline given to you by the Lord of Billions, and your future is dark."

If it really doesn't work, it can still be restored to its original state. Rodris O revealed good news to Lao Xia.

But is this really good news for me? Xia Wushuang doesn't think so at all.

To do it, you must do your best; to be strong, you must become the strongest!

Since Rodrisau gave him this opportunity to change from a "bird" to a "phoenix", he must seize this opportunity and show Nirvana to the people of the world. No matter how successful he is, he will be directly a sample of the dead skeleton as a Chengren shape after he succeeds.

"I must succeed! If you can help me, please don't worry about my life or death..." Xia Wushuang looked at Rodrisau with firm eyes. He knew that these saints should have some magical secret techniques that would never be told to outsiders.

"It's a pity that even if you ask me, I won't help you to increase that chance. That's not worth it to me." How could Rodris' tens of thousands of years of life be touched by Xia Wushuang's simple words?

He is just a cautious speculator. If this happens, it will be good for him; if it fails, he will not be willing to lose too much.

Xia Wushuang was speechless. Sure enough, if you want to gain stronger power, you can only rely on yourself in the end.

The orange flame fell down the wine pool along Rodris' fingertips. Everything was ready, and the entire wine pool was burning with raging fire because it was touched by this wisp of divine fire.

"There is also a problem with this fire..."

When the bright red flame burned beside him, Xia Wushuang felt something strange. I don’t know where the flame originated. As soon as it touched his body, it pierced into his skin like a pile of legendary terrifying scarab beetles, constantly sucking the dark side magic in his body.

Roasting and scorching! It is a Tong surname shared by many Yang fires. And it belongs to the Yang fire. The mysterious wine fire, which is as bright as blood, has no exception. It has these two Tong surnames.

They kept burning wildly in the wine pool, like a feathered robe that never extinguished flames. They kept emitting waves of terrifying and uneasy temperatures into the entire temple, with Xia Wushuang's location as the center.

Xia Wushuang's hair and eyebrows were burned by the bloody flames, and her clothes were completely destroyed and she turned into a funny bald head.

However, this is nothing. Compared with the fire he threw by Nicholas into the rune furnace, he could at least bear such a temperature, and would not be burned into a pile of bones in minutes.

"Oh?" Rodrisau was surprised unexpectedly. He didn't expect that Xia Wushuang's body was so tough that he could withstand the burning of the Divine Fire Flame so easily.

However, no matter how surprised it is, Xia Wushuang has rigorous steps to reshape her bloodline, and what should be done must be carried out.

A handful of mysterious bone powder slipped from Rodrisau's hand. The fine silver-gray dust should be very light, but in fact it was like a shrinking giant mountain, directly crushing the space, allowing a large amount of complicated void energy to melt into the pool of wine and fire.

"Ah!" Xia Wushuang, who was floating in the fire pool, suddenly let out a cry of pain. The bone meal that fell into the pool, like a group of tarsal maggots that smelled fishy smell, stuck to him. From a distance, it seemed that he had put a terrible silver suit on his body.

But these silver powders can crush the space! Even Xia Wushuang's small body is not weak now; but she cannot withstand such a terrible thing.

Bang! Xia Wushuang's body was stained with silver powder, as if all the water was drained by these ghosts, and terrible cracks occurred. It was like the earth was drying up, and cracks appeared deep and visible bones.

As Xia Wushuang's body collapsed, colorful elemental blood suddenly floated on the blood-red wine pool. The elemental magic contained in these blood was so pure that every drop was enough for a magician to use one to three skills.

Xia Wushuang felt that he was about to die. His body was as heavy as a mountain, and all his strength was leaving him. Even if he just wanted to stand in the wine pool and not fall, he still couldn't find anything to rely on.

There are magnificent tides in the sea of ​​souls. The sea of ​​blood is shaking, like the savage sun in the sky. Because it loses the support of magic, sunspots gradually appear, slowly dimming, no longer as hot as fire.

"Roar!" A roar like a dragon roar suddenly sounded, supporting Xia Wushuang's entire body like a giant dragon raising his head, making a silent roar towards the sky, and then suddenly broke under the huge pressure of silver powder.

Puff! The severe injury of the spine fracture made Xia Wushuang spew out the last mouthful of colorful blood in his chest, and his whole body suddenly became depressed.

Under the huge crisis, the blood sea meditation method, without the support of elemental energy, suddenly accelerated its rotation. The magnificent sea of ​​soul blood seemed to usher in another terrible tsunami in the storm, and the tide was stormy and became more easily subverted and destroyed.

Countless things were broken into pieces. Even the storm of the sky was not immune to the storm. It turned into a suffocated black and slowly fell from the sky.

What is the stunning sun, what is the thunder, what is the dawn, what is the dawn. All the realms I have experienced have passed by Xia Wushuang, becoming profound, then unreal, and finally becoming illusory.

There is no magic power anymore. A sub-artifact such as "Athena's Evil Holy Grail" was also wrapped in silver powder and temporarily sealed.

Now, Xia Wushuang relies on his remaining mental power to sacrifice the assimilated blood in the soul box.

Bang! Xia Wushuang's body was finally completely broken under the double pressure of the God of Wine Fire and the mysterious bone powder. The colorful glass bones were exposed in the wine pool, and the silver powder was wrapped up.

"No! Forget it! Let's not want that kind of ghost thing!" No. 7 stood in the sea of ​​souls like Mo Yue, wailing in pain. He knew that although Lao Xia didn't say a word now, he must be suffering like hell at this moment.

"Shut up! This is his fate. What is your parasitic half soul?!" The soul fire in Rodris's eyes was lit up. He stretched out his hand and slapped through the head that had become Xia Wushuang and had become a skull, slapped No. 7 in a deep sea of ​​blood.

"Don't lie, the bloodline of the God King level is not something that mortals can touch. If this continues, he will definitely die!" Number Seven stood up shakingly and shouted at the ghost outside the soul.

"You are looking for death!" The soul fire in Rodris' skull overflowed in large quantities, and a pair of empty eyes directly ignited a blazing blue Netherworld Fire. (To be continued.)
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