Chapter 651

"Ding, mark-2! Please choose the direction to improve yourself!"

"One, change race!"

"Second, enhance potential!"

"Third, change the way of cultivation."

At the prompt of the system, Xing Tian passively accepted the fact that the mark was reduced by two.

After all, life is important.

In the future, if he doesn't want to be an alien among the saints or be excluded by the origin of chaos, he must transform his body into the creatures that should be in this chaotic era.

Although the avenue has been silent, the Qi of chaos is the last line of defense left by the holy world of Hongmeng to the land of Hongmeng.

The three options changed Xing Tian to a burst of surprise.

"It seems feasible to change the race as long as you cultivate to be a saint?"

"There are some uses for improving potential and changing cultivation methods!"

"To change one's potential is to improve one's understanding. Such an adverse place is really magical."

"It's not necessary to change the cultivation method. Now I'm a saint of chaos. It's good to practice by absorbing the Qi of chaos."

Thinking of this, he asked cautiously, "excuse me, how does changing race change?"

A mechanical voice sounded among the spirits of Xing Tian:

"Race change changes from the following book, including the records of the boundless world and chaos for you, will record that your origin is the changed race, not the origin of physical change."

Xing Tian's eyes are wide. Can he change from the source?

Even the great Luo Jinxian and today's chaotic saints have to reincarnate themselves to achieve such a great magic power.

Moreover, when they return, they always bring some previous shadows.

But it's amazing that it can completely change its origin here!

"It seems that the Reverend general threw me here to make use of this condition to change myself."

He must have chosen to change his race immediately.

"I choose to change race!"

"Ding, the change of race begins."

Xing Tian said in his mind, goodbye to the world of life.

If there were no accidents, he would never go back in his life.

At the same time, he breathed a long sigh and began to accept the transformation at ease.

The blood was surging all over the sky. He felt the existence of chaos, and there were many strange blood lines he had never seen before.

Now, whether it is the existence of Taixu or the world in the emperor's eyes, as long as they dare to come in, the Qi of chaos will defend themselves.

The last scene of Xing Tian was to see the surging blood flowing from him, and then the whole body began to melt uncontrollably.

His eyes were full of light, but he could do nothing. In the end, everything belonging to the great world of life was invaded by blood waves.

His spirit fell into a delicate state at this moment. There were two marks on both sides of the brilliant spirit, and a total of four marks were slowly rotating around him.

But now the spirit of Xing Tian seems silly, completely in a mysterious and hazy state, completely unable to perceive the situation around him.

The most important thing is that there is a clearly visible dividing line in the upper part of its spirit, which is the position of its head.

The spirit below seems to be reborn, which is not the same color at all.

Apart from the same frequency fluctuation of the soul, it seems to be spliced.

In fact, it is true that his spirit survived through the transformation of a metal Pangu in the great world of life.

Now in this source dust tripod, he wants to completely transform this part and his original part of the spirit into a chaotic thing.

A loud noise swept the whole Yuanchen tripod, and the crazy blood was constantly surging, splashing hundreds of feet of blood waves, and suddenly hit down!

Boom!

Blood splashed everywhere, but it didn't fly wantonly, but was directly blocked by a mysterious force and flew back.

Gudu gudu's voice sounded wantonly, and the saints' eyes widened slowly, trying to see the scene clearly.

People from all the surrounding sects looked at scenes they had never met before.

"What a big blood wave!"

"I'm afraid I can't bear such a huge wave!"

Someone said with regret.

"Don't worry, it won't break you. It's just a form of energy and won't hurt people!"

"Yes, if everyone will change, who dares to come! Especially my little fairy, life is here. If there is a risk, wouldn't no one come in long ago?"

"Ha, that's right!"

On the cloud seat, Hongjun, as a big man, is also surprised to guess who the characters are.

"Taoist friend, shouldn't there be Yin and Yang demons?"

There was a flicker of doubt in his eyes and a tangled expression.

Ye Fan asked, "Oh, why do Taoist friends say so?"

He has never heard of Yin-Yang demon God, but he knows that there is such a person in chaos, but it seems to have little intersection with Pangu and others, right?

A trace of disdain appeared in the eyes of the chaotic demon ape Wukong and said, "you mean the old rascal?"

The saints present were still curious in surprise. They smiled and waited for Wukong's explanation.

"Old rascal?" Hongjun was confused for a moment.

The yin-yang demon God is in the top of the list in chaos. How can he become an old rogue when he comes to Wukong?

Only Bai Feng next to Ye Fan smiled without saying anything. It seems that he knows much about this matter.

Shenni looked at the demon ape inexplicably. It seemed that he didn't know why Wukong said so.

"Wukong, do you know the yin-yang demon very well?"

Ye Fan asked.

The chaotic demon ape looked at the opposite Baifeng and pumped Hongjun. There was a trace of white gas in his huge nostrils and said, "I don't understand!"

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows. It seems that there is another secret in it. However, Wukong didn't say it, and he didn't bother to ask. If Wukong wanted to say it, he would have said it.

It's no use asking if you don't want to say.

A kind of chaotic sage has a regretful face. He thought there were some melons. Who promised that the other party would not say it. Do you say that you are angry or not.

Bai Feng glanced at the saints of Wukong and smiled in the bottom of her heart.

"No, he's not a demon!"

Among the ancestral witches, the emperor River, who has always been in consumption, became very quiet when entering the third floor.

Even other beings in the ancestral witch felt an unusual smell here.

Each of them looked more dignified than anyone else.

Because, in this blood wave, the ancestral witches sensed something belonging to the witch family.

It's not a spirit, it's more like an inexplicable induction.

"Oh?"

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the emperor glanced at the zuwu team and locked his eyes on the emperor river.

This guy without a skull has always been looking for a sense of existence, but today it is very abnormal. Can't this guy really feel something?