Yi Chen held the 'Killing God' tightly and drank coldly: "Do you want to turn me into a tonic too? Hum?"

The old man showed a look of reluctance: "That's natural, what do you think? Actually, I'm reluctant to just absorb you, because you are so rare. People who have experience like you have carefully screened them, are the only ones. You can bring me more happiness, but you actually ran to the holy realm by yourself, and I can't let you go and expose my past things. Then being one with me is the best choice."

The old man slowly stretched out his hand, and a whirlpool-like silver mist appeared in his hand. The white mist around him also slowly turned, forming a spherical hole about a hundred feet in diameter around the two of them. The sound of the dense mist flowing was as if countless sharp blades were flying rapidly, and the momentum was not surprising.

Yi Chen shouted in a deep voice, and the "Kill God" waved it slanted, but a subtle attraction around him made his hands soft, and the divine power he had already lifted disappeared, and no trace of strength could be used.

The old man chuckled softly: "Well, don't struggle anymore. Actually, it's a pity. Your life is so colorful, but you came to the holy realm so quickly. It's really beyond my expectations. There is no way, everyone who comes here must be integrated with me. I can't let you leave here... Well, when you think about it, I'm really reluctant to let you go. You are the most experienced object of observation I've seen."

Yi Chen's invisible evil fire burned. Since his life, he has not been robbed of tens of thousands of lives? But how did he think that he was actually observed like a little bug? Moreover, when he remembered that no matter what he was doing, he had his eyes staring at him tightly, Yi Chen felt extremely unhappy.

With a loud shout, Yi Chen's spiritual consciousness seemed to drive the divine power in his body to flow wildly, and countless sharp sword energy shot out from his pores all over his body, making his long hair firm, like sharp needles. The "Kill God" made a crazy cry, and a black light flowed rapidly on the sword edge... Yi Chen roared angrily, shooting out like a cannonball, and the group hit the old man.

The divine power in his body was swelling desperately. Yi Chen viciously transformed the divine power into a demonic energy similar to the blood clan to a certain extent, and created a huge "Big Zhoutian Divine Thunder" in his body. You could vaguely see layers of black lights with different depths appearing outside his body, flashing out layer by layer, shaking the air around him, making the surrounding air "crack" sound. With the sword energy brought by the "Kill God", Yi Chen roared and bumped into it.

Seeing the black demonic energy on Yi Chen's body, the old man was a little stunned and almost subconsciously hid. Yi Chen laughed in his heart: "Idiot, this is the demonic energy I simulated, not the real demonic energy of the blood clan... If I had known what happened today, Sky and the others would have been asked to transform me into the blood clan. But, then wouldn't I become their descendant? Wouldn't this be a mess?"

With random thoughts in his mind, Yi Chen rushed towards the old man rudely and drank hideously: "Old ghost, if you don't want to waste a lot of energy, just let me leave here honestly, and don't cause trouble for me in the future, otherwise, I'll just fight with you."

The old man who was still dodging in panic just now suddenly laughed: "I understand, have you practiced the magic of the blood clan? However, you have only practiced those magic. You are not a real blood clan. There is no blood in your body... Then what am I afraid of?"
Chapter completed!