Chigan struggled in pain, and his whole body felt like a burning fire, but he could not stop the spread of dragon blood in his body.

From the beginning when he chose to swallow the red dragon's blood directly in the small bottle, the ending was already destined. Shigan still underestimated the power of dragon blood. He thought Chu Zihang could control the hot dragon blood in his body, and he could do it too.

When the dragon blood was just drunk, Shigan could clearly feel the abundant power in his body, and even his decaying body showed signs of revival.

The lost teeth emerged one by one, pushing his dentures to the ground, making a crisp sound. The loose skin began to tighten and the muscles became full of vitality.

But before Chigan could be happy, the dragon blood was like an infinitely replicated cancer cell, becoming increasingly difficult to control, and continued to expand wildly in his body at an incredible speed.

His teeth were still growing wildly, savagely tearing his upper and lower jaw bones, growing into huge fangs, exposed beside his turned lips. His body was still expanding, and his originally hunched body instantly stood up until it was more than three meters tall.

"Roar~"

Zigan covered his head and roared in pain, as if he was experiencing the suffering of the world like purgatory. The huge wings behind him slowly relaxed, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

At some point, Shigan suddenly stopped moving, just looked down at the ground, his body kept spasming and trembling, as if he was completing some terrible transformation.

When he raised his head again, there was no human emotion in his golden eyes, but only endless desire to kill.

He completely became a monster dominated by dragon blood!

"Old guy, you are really not afraid of death!" Finger walked over slowly, smiling slutty, but his eyes were full of cruelty. "But, I think you have probably lost your consciousness and become a terrifying Deadpool. I'm not bullying you, right? You don't have to worry about being raped by the Internet."

The monster in front of him ignored Finger's words and rushed towards him under the instinct, his eyes full of desire for blood.

Word Spirit·Bronze Royal Host!

Finger did not underestimate the enemy, and directly activated his own words.

In fact, since the girl was angry in front of him that day, Finger would unconsciously activate the Spirit of Word before every battle, and even he himself didn't know why.

Perhaps everyone will meet a girl in their life who teaches you the principles of growth and makes you unconsciously want to change yourself.

Finger's muscles quickly expanded, and his height was no different from the monster in front of him. He looked like the same sense of power.

He raised the heavy punch in his hand and slammed it hard on the monster's face, but the monster had no pain at all, and almost no moment of slowness, and also hit Finger's waist with bone spurs.

Finger suffered a moment and took two steps back.

But he still muttered inappropriately: "Oh, I have a good strength, I just scratched my tickle."

No matter how much he complained, Finger did not stop at all. To deal with such a monster with brute force, wisdom is the best way to go. Finger grabbed the rope he used to land from the side, held it in his hand, and formed a rope ring for horses, staring at the monster in front of him with a smirk.

"Oh oh ~, oh oh ~"

Finger screamed strangely, and he stepped apart with his legs and waved his rope over his head. He looked like an experienced western cowboy, or a man who was hiding a horse on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.

Unfortunately, there was no fear in the monster's numb expression, and he was completely unaware of what would happen next.

Finger suddenly threw the rope ring out of his hand and directly wrapped around the monster's neck.

Then he circled the monster at an extremely fast speed in "circle of love's magic". As soon as the monster was about to get close, Finger would flexibly dodge, and then continue to wrap his neck tightly with a rope.

Although the monster has brute force, no matter how hard it struggles, it cannot force the rope around its neck, and the unconscious monster is completely unaware of something wrong.

The ropes Finger held in his hand became tighter and tighter. When Finger seized the opportunity, he crossed the arch of the town hall.

The originally loose rope quickly tightened, like a long bow full of strings, hanging up the monster directly.

The monster that had lost its mind was still jumping around, and the wings behind it were also flapping in panic, but its powerful limbs could not find even a force point in the air, so they could only wave it in the air without any force.

Looking at the monster struggling above, Finger silently fixed the other end of the rope to the flagpole in front of the city hall, tilting his head to the struggler in the air, as if he was enjoying a wonderful work of art.

Not long after, the monster disappeared. Without the nourishment of oxygen, even the powerful dragon blood could only gradually fade.

Finger still did not relax at all, and was not as calm as the "remaining waste" who had been the previous nerves.

It was not until the dragon-like characteristics of Shigan's body gradually faded and the hunched and loose old man's body was revealed that Finger couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He was sure that Shigan was dead now, and he was dead.

The dragon blood at this moment is more like a virus. After the host dies, it loses the possibility of self-replication.

Just when Finger thought everything was finally over, a stronger force burst out from Chu Zihang behind him. That kind of power made Finger feel a little scared.

This sense of oppression is even far beyond the previous "King Realm", making mixed-race species with hundreds of miles nearby want to worship and surrender.

This feels very much like the "Shi Ling Emperor" in the 3E test!

Not far away, in a luxurious five-star hotel, Pompeii Gattuso was hugging the young woman he had just met downstairs, and was taking a "mandarin bath" in a bathtub made of pure gold.

Almost no ordinary woman can reject him after looking at his golden eyes. This is also the reason why Pompeii is called a "stalker". His eyes can make women fall into it and cannot extricate themselves.

But at this moment, Pompeii, who was originally smiling and scanning the woman's perfect body, suddenly solidified, as if he felt something terrifying.

...

Chu Zihang's world of consciousness.

"Senior Brother..." The boy squatted down slightly, looking sad, staring blankly at Chu Zihang who was already unconscious on the ground.

The little devil in a suit stood behind the boy, holding a white rose in his hand. The scene was like a guest attending the funeral, with a solemn expression.

"Brother..., he can't do it anymore..." the little devil said, his tone full of sadness, "Of course, if you are willing to sell the rest of your soul to me, I can consider... saving him."

"Damn it, are you still human?" The boy's originally sad mood turned into grief and anger. He stared at the little devil in front of him, and the power of complaining was instantly full. "My body has been sold to you, and now he doesn't even want to let go of his soul?"

"Brother..., it's not the first day we've met. You know me." The little devil sniffed the white rose in his hand, with an intoxicated expression, but his tone was still so disgusting. "The devil never does a loss-making business. As long as you agree, I can meet any of your conditions."

"..." The boy was silent, but feeling Chu Zihang's body beside him, his eyes became firmer again, "You are cruel! I...I promise you."

The little devil smiled slightly and snapped his fingers with a "slap".

The white roses in his hand instantly scattered, and the white petals flew all over the sky and fell all over the ground. They were scattered on Chu Zihang's body, and all the white petals instantly turned bright red, as if they were stained with blood, giving people a great sense of visual impact.

Then, the holy light fell from the sky and enveloped Chu Zihang's body. The red petals began to become mottled, and then returned to their original pure appearance.

"San!" The word "manifestation!" burst out from the little devil's mouth.

The violent dragon blood, which had originally expanded madly in Chu Zihang's body, instantly stopped, as if he had felt the sacred summon.

Then all the dragon blood exploded with a "bang", like a dazzling blood flower, blooming in Chu Zihang's body, and all the cells instantly returned to their original appearance.

Chu Zihang's violently trembling body gradually stabilized, and the scales began to dissipate, and even the hideous bone spurs fell off automatically, leaving scabbed wounds.

"Senior Brother..." The boy murmured as he looked at Chu Zihang who had recovered from his stable state.

"Okay, brother..., I fulfilled my promise, it's you now." The little devil smiled, pouring the boy into his arms, "We have been one very early, I am you, you are me..."

"But you will 'eat' me..." the boy said with some trembling.

"No, it's moving to a higher level, it's evolution!" the little devil murmured, as if he was a dream, and like a Christian obituary, "And..., have you forgotten, we have already died, died... You don't belong here in that war!"

"I'm already... dead..." The boy whispered in his eyes, and then he looked frightened, as if he had recalled something.

The little devil no longer gave the boy a chance to react. He took advantage of his loss of consciousness and hugged the boy tightly and forced him back into his transparent body again.
Chapter completed!