Chapter 198 Dark Hell Blood and Bones, I Stand on Millions of Lives, Holy Tree Cult
More than 50,000 corpse tumors.
The underground forces have been exploited, and the results obtained are extremely rich, even deeper than the official foundation of the shelter.
They piled up together to form a hill of corpse tumors, which also represented a terrifying figure of 500,000 corpses.
Swish, swish, swish.
The sound of rustling insects was heard.
The hellworms began to devour a large number of corpse tumors, and spiritual matter continued to flow in, and those paranoid residual thoughts also produced some strong changes.
【River of Death】
The last of the seven instruments of torture.
The dark and endless river of death flows silently, while a large number of evil ghosts struggle and twist in the undercurrent, roaring and roaring madly.
Evil ghost.
Remnant soul.
Ghost demon.
All kinds of terrifying forms appeared inside the River of Death.
Those paranoid thoughts, filthy desires, and the deepest darkness in the soul were all swallowed up and absorbed by the river of death, turning into terrifying evil spirits.
Ectoplasm! !
The spiritual essence of 50,000 corpse tumors is rolling in like a tide.
The dark prison blood bones covered with traces of fragmentation gradually grew rapidly under the nourishment of spiritual essence.
Click, click, click.
Yang Feng's spine slowly took shape.
A spine that is as vivid as bloodstone and scarlet has turned into its most complete form, and is deeply imprinted with the darkest black, as if it has formed a patterned totem.
[Dark Hell Blood Bones]
Stage: complete body.
Grade: Blood Bodhi (Dark Engraving)
Yang Feng's Dark Hell Blood Bones were completely formed, and with the continued nourishment of spiritual essence, they gradually extended to every corner of his body.
【Dark Hell Bloody Foot】
Stage: complete body.
Grade: Blood Bodhi (Dark Engraving)
The internal bones of Yang Feng's shadow foot tendons have also completely changed. While retaining their original characteristics, they have advanced and grown into a complete body.
Carve secretly! !
This is the darkest power of Hell.
After Blood Bodhi's ability reached its limit, he underwent a second transformation, deeply imprinting the darkest power of the Infinite Hell.
Boom.
Boom, boom, boom.
Wang Qi's dirty heart kept beating.
The terrifying energy ripples formed waves of shock and impact, crushing the flesh and blood, but the damage to the blood and bones of the Dark Prison was limited.
Thousands of times of hard work.
Forged by thousands of chisels.
Hell Bones will only become stronger and tougher.
Then something even more incredible happened, flesh was born from the bones...
The muscles wrapped around the bones gradually withstood the pressure of the royal weapon and formed a new type of muscle fiber.
Some kind of sharp flesh and blood fibers that are fused with the darkest power, similar to the filaments of bitterness, gradually merge and outline together, intertwining with each other to form new flesh and blood tissue.
New muscle fibers! !
They work hard to form new flesh and blood. Although the growth rate is very slow and there is a risk of being crushed at any time, there is hope like the blood bones of the dark prison.
"Complete body!!"
"Dark Hell Blood Bones and Dark Hell Blood Feet have both reached a complete state."
"The muscle fibers... have also begun to metamorphose. Just give them enough time to forge and add more spiritual matter to form the strongest flesh and blood fibers."
Yang Feng slowly opened his eyes and completed this incredible transformation.
The power of the body is pure and powerful.
The Blood Bodhi level skeleton has reached a complete form, and even has the Darkest Mark strengthened again.
Snap.
With a gentle squeeze of his hand, the air was instantly crushed.
A vacuum zone was created in the palm of Yang Feng's hand, and the strong wind squeezed out blew everything in the room to pieces. The terrifying power brought an uncomfortable feeling.
god.
At this moment, Yang Feng even had the illusion that he had become a god.
If calculated carefully, the number of corpse tumors that have been devoured has exceeded one hundred thousand, which means that all the spiritual matter of the millions of zombies has been devoured.
If coupled with the army of blood corpses devoured by hellworms in the alien rift, the number reached a terrifying figure.
I stand on millions of lives.
I stand on a throne atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Millions of creatures turned into withered bones, becoming the cornerstone under Yang Feng's feet, and also became the nourishment for Ghost Face, and finally forged into the powerful Dark Hell Blood Bone now.
Invincible.
Completely invincible.
If the muscle fibers have also been perfectly evolved, and this body fights with all its strength, what kind of devastating effect will it have.
"call."
Yang Feng slowly exhaled a breath, then opened the door and walked downstairs.
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Villa mansion.
A week has passed since the tyrant woke up from seclusion.
A lot of time was spent on the transformation of the filth, the devouring of spiritual matter, and the final meticulous carving of the Dark Hell Blood Bones.
Several giants reunited.
Fat Jinya's face was full of spring at this time, and the underground emperor's life was naturally very nourishing. It rained as much as the wind came, and many younger brothers came to offer sacrifices.
"Chief Dad!!"
Ling jumped into Yang Feng's arms. After putting him down, he rubbed Ling's hair lovingly and let him stand beside her.
"Fat Gold Tooth."
"You seem to be in a good mood?"
Yang Feng could see the changes in Fat Jinya at a glance. With his six eyes, he could see through the essence of desire. The color of power and wealth became bulging like an inflated balloon.
However... Fat Jinya didn't have the courage to rebel. He knew very well that everything he had was given by someone.
"Boss Yang!!"
"In this week, we did earn a lot of materials, but the total number of corpse tumors is so small, and basically all of them are with you."
Fat Jin Ya trembled, and even took out a booklet from his arms, which recorded in detail the income of each material and how much he personally embezzled.
Snap.
Yang Feng's palm fell on Fat Jin Ya's body, which scared him.
"I didn't ask you to settle the bad accounts."
"How did you complete the task given to you?"
What Yang Feng was most concerned about was the information about the 'Black Blood Holy Tree'. As for how much Fat Jin Ya embezzled, it was a small problem.
"Master."
"We have found many problems about the belief in trees."
Su Manman took the lead in reporting and continued, "We found that some refugees from Mingshan City all believe in something called the Holy Tree."
"Yes, yes."
"There are many people who believe in the Holy Tree in Mingshan City."
"They also formed a sect and preached everywhere, and the name is called the Great Holy Tree."
Fat Jin Ya quickly added that there are more than 200,000 refugees in Mingshan City, and there are at least thousands of people who believe in the Great Holy Tree.
With such a scale, a cult has gradually formed, secretly operating in the shelter city.
"Tell me in detail about this Great Holy Tree cult."
Yang Feng thought for a moment, and asked Su Manman and Fat Jin Ya to tell all the details. He already had some answers in his mind.
"The Great Holy Tree Cult."
"Generally speaking, cult organizations will squeeze the money of believers."
"But this Great Holy Tree never collects any materials from believers. Instead, it organizes people to help each other and even get food."
"And... the food is very rich."
Food
A cult that distributes food for free and helps poor refugees sounds like a charity organization.
But.
Is it really that simple?
"I understand."
"I will personally investigate the Holy Tree Cult."
Yang Feng said carefully, and this decision surprised everyone.
To wipe out the Holy Tree Cult is just a matter of one order from the tyrant.
This inconspicuous little folk cult is actually worth the tyrant's personal investigation? ?