Chapter 1521 One Hundred Million Dead Souls

Slowly, more dead souls poured into Ye Ziheng's body. From five or six to a dozen at the beginning, to hundreds or thousands later, until now, almost every second, more than 100,000 dead souls drilled into Ye Ziheng's body.

In just ten seconds, the dead souls in Ye Ziheng's body reached millions.

"Boy, can you hold on?"

Mozun couldn't help asking. Because Ye Ziheng seems to have reached the limit, if this continues, he may die suddenly.

But Ye Ziheng didn't care at all, he was still stuffing the souls of the dead into his body, as if he didn't care about his life or death at all.

Facing all this, Mozun could only sigh lightly in the end, and said nothing more.

Ye Ziheng has his own choice, what he wants to do should be his own business, Mozun is not willing to interfere with Ye Ziheng.

With the passage of time, there are more and more dead souls in Ye Ziheng's body, reaching tens of millions, and the number is still increasing, constantly increasing.

"Pfft~"

A mouthful of blood spurted out from Ye Ziheng's mouth, but Ye Ziheng persisted as if nothing had happened.

Thirty million, forty million, fifty million...

The number of dead souls in Ye Ziheng's body was increasing at an astonishing speed, and there was no sign of stopping.

Obviously, Ye Ziheng's goal is at least around 100 million dead souls. But Ye Ziheng's body doesn't seem to support him to do so.

When the number of dead souls reached 70 million, Ye Ziheng finally couldn't hold it anymore, bright red blood began to flow from the seven orifices, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably, but he didn't have the slightest intention of giving up, so he gritted his teeth , Living to support the number of dead souls to 80 million.

"The host's life is dying, please stop all cultivation."

The system sent out a notification sound to Ye Ziheng, but Ye Ziheng completely pretended that he didn't hear it and was still practicing.

He began to feel that his physical body was being torn apart little by little, his internal organs were shattered into scum one by one, and the blood was flowing in all directions in his body, completely irregular.

Ye Ziheng could feel the pain and despair, but he still didn't give up, and was still absorbing those dead souls.

But when the number of dead souls in Ye Ziheng's body reached 85 million, Ye Ziheng couldn't hold it anymore, he felt that his will was slowly dissipating, and his body slowly lost consciousness.

But at this moment, a force suddenly and slowly entered his body, his consciousness gradually recovered, and the speed of the dead soul entering his body became faster, reaching an astonishing one in less than a minute. Yidao.

At this time, Ye Ziheng had no time to think about where the power came from, and quickly merged all the dead souls together to start his own breakthrough.

He could feel that those dead souls were trying to occupy his mind, but fortunately, they did not unite to resist Ye Ziheng, but went their own way.

But even so, for Ye Ziheng, this is still an extremely difficult task. After all, 100 million dead souls cannot be controlled casually.

But at this moment, a red light suddenly flew out of Ye Ziheng's storage ring and flew into Ye Ziheng's head.

(to be continued)