Chapter 1521

Slowly, there are more ghosts pouring into ye Ziheng's body. From the first five or six, a dozen, to the next several hundred, thousands, to now, almost every second, there are more than 100000 ghosts drilling towards ye Ziheng's body.

In a matter of ten seconds, ye Ziheng's spirits have reached millions.

"Can you hold on, boy?"

The devil can't help asking. Because ye Ziheng seems to have reached the limit. If he goes on like this, he may die suddenly.

But ye Ziheng doesn't care about it at all. He still keeps putting the soul in his body, as if he doesn't care about his life or death.

And in the face of all this, the Lord can only sigh and say nothing.

Ye Ziheng has his own choice. How he would like to do it should also be his own thing. The devil 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, which has reached tens of millions, and the number is still increasing.

"Pooh"

a mouthful of blood gushed out of Ye Ziheng's mouth, but ye Ziheng still insisted as if nothing had happened.

30 million, 40 million, 50 million

The number of dead souls in ye Ziheng's body is increasing at an amazing speed, and it does not stop at all.

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

When the number of dead souls reached 70 million, ye Ziheng finally couldn't support it. The blood began to flow out of the seven orifices, and his body began to tremble. However, he didn't mean to give up at all. He bit his teeth and supported the number of dead souls to 80 million.

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

The system sends out a prompt to ye Ziheng, but ye Ziheng is still practicing as if he had not heard it.

He began to feel that his body was being torn up little by little, his internal organs, one by one, were broken into scum, and the blood flowed all over his body, completely irregular.

Ye Ziheng can feel pain and despair, but he still hasn't given up, still absorbing those spirits.

But when the number of dead souls in ye Ziheng's body reached 85 million, ye Ziheng could no longer support it. He felt that his will was slowly dissipated and his body was slowly losing consciousness.

But at this time, a force suddenly slowly came into his body, and his consciousness gradually recovered. The speed of the dead soul entering his body was faster. In less than a minute, it reached an amazing 100 million.

At this time, ye Ziheng had no time to think about where the power came from, and quickly fused all the spirits of the dead together to start his own breakthrough.

He could feel that the spirits were trying to occupy his reason, but fortunately, they did not unite to resist ye Ziheng, but they were battling each other.

But even so, it's still a very difficult job for ye Ziheng. After all, 100 million dead souls can't be easily controlled.

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