Can a Scholar Be Called a Villain

That corpse should be "Han Tiancuo", a great body refiner who was sealed here thousands of years ago, but it was obvious that he could not survive the erosion of the years and the weakening of the trapping formation, so he died.

But his bones are still there.

This is where the tyranny of the body refining power lies.

If his strength could be stronger, he would be able to keep his body intact and survive thousands of years without damage.

But now, his body training method has not been practiced to the extreme, so he can only leave such a skeleton after his death.

Now, as a great master in the Tribulation Realm, all the remaining cultivation essence and blood in his body are stored in this corpse.

You know, that is what is left by the great master of the Tribulation Realm!

And it was left behind by a great man who took body training to almost the extreme!

The bones, which were as clear as glass, contained a powerful force and the understanding of a strong person.

Even the monks who are at the highest level will inevitably get excited when they see this scene. After all, as long as they get the bones and refine them just a little, their strength can be greatly improved.

Luo Miaomiao didn't understand, but didn't Xiao Dong understand?

He has devoured the corpses of countless powerful men with his "devouring power". load

But he had never seen a corpse as powerful as this one.

I'm afraid it would take ten years just to break open the white bones on the outside, right?

Only then can he swallow the glass-like essence in his bones.

Xiao Dong swallowed and looked at the bones in front of him excitedly. Just when he was about to take action, he suddenly realized something and hurriedly used his devouring power to check his surroundings.

Luo Miaomiao looked at Xiao Dong carefully looking around, and naturally looked nervous. She looked around, glanced at the bones, and then said to Murong Lin in a horrified voice:

"Brother Dong! Look at those bones!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful force struck directly at the two of them. load

Xiao Dong pushed Luo Miaomiao to his side, and then rolled to the side, dodging the previous blow, and then looked in the direction of the corpse with lingering fear.

I saw a soul slowly floating out of the glazed corpse that originally looked alluring and blurry under the light.

The appearance of the soul has been very blurry. It seems that its strength has been reduced a lot, and it looks like it can be blown away by a gust of wind.

He floated out from the bones like crazy, feeling the vitality around him, and screamed: "Alive! Alive! I'm dead! I'm dead! Huh? Who is it? Who are you? Who am I?"

He had long lost himself in this thousand-year imprisonment.

But Xiao Dong did not dare to look down upon him. He used his devouring power, looked at the phantom in front of him, and shouted: "Han Tian is wrong? Is it you?"

He was not sure. Although a strong man in the Tribulation Realm could live for three thousand years, it was obvious that the "Han Tiancuo" in front of him should have died long ago.

His voice instantly brought back the memory of the figure in front of him.

He stared blankly at the two people in front of him, Xiao Dong who looked calm and Luo Miaomiao who looked panicked.

He slowly remembered something, and then his figure floated in place for a few times, unleashing all the remaining strength of the first level of the magical power realm, and said with a smile:

"I'm still alive? I'm still alive!"

Xiao Dong stood up slowly, leaned against the wall, looked at "Han Tiancuo" who was much more awake, and shouted: "Yes! We saved you! Do you want to come out?"

"Han Tiancuo" the figure paused, then turned around with a ferocious smile on his face and said:

"The Fenghan Clan has been extinct for thousands of years, right?"

"Yes."

"Hahaha! I survived after all! I'm still alive!" Han Tiancuo's face was full of ferocity.

He looked at Xiao Dong and asked, "Are you curious why I'm still alive?"

Xiao Dong thought for a while and nodded without concealing it.

Han Tiancuo's figure floated, as if he had touched some formation. The figure was stimulated and became a little weak again.

He looked at Xiao Dong and said: "Hey! Although I can only live for three thousand years in the Tribulation Realm, and even if I practice the body-refining method, I can only survive for another five hundred years, but I still have my soul!

On the day I was about to die, I used the secret book in the body-training method "All Ways to Hurt the Upper Body" to cut my soul into ten parts and use the other nine parts to nourish the remaining part... ..

In this way I can live another hundred years, but my strength will decline. load

When this hundred years passed, I used this trick again and lived for another hundred years. My soul was weakened again and my strength was reduced again.

In this way, I will live for another six hundred years, and my strength will be reduced to the level of my current magical power. How about it? Am I decisive? "

Xiao Dong looked at the poor man in front of him, nodded and said: "Senior is really powerful, I wonder if I need to rescue senior?"

he hinted.