In an instant.

Hundreds of thousands of alien gods at the level of defiance of the heavens emerged.

but.

The space in the seclusion room suddenly became larger.

When the palace was established, the stones used were naturally extraordinary.

Each room can be regarded as a relatively independent and separate world. If necessary, it can be very variable but does not affect the overall structure.

Hundreds of thousands of gods.

It was presented in front of Zhao Fan in a mountainous manner.

Immediately afterwards, another 100,000 corpses appeared!

Then come another one hundred thousand!

Gradually.

Five days have passed.

The picking work was completed, and two million,910,000 corpses were separated.

Zhao Fan's thoughts moved.

Divide the Cave Heaven World into two.

The one below the lower god is on the side.

The lower god and above, on the other side.

Moreover, it is divided into one hundred thousand units.

Zhao Fan looked at the extremely large corpse in front of him, resisted the impulse, and took them all in!

There is no way, so in order to prevent insufficient use in the future, I did not squander.

Now it has one percent perfection and four percent space, which is equivalent to saving more than 100,000 corpses.

“Secret!”

Zhao Fan thought together.

The seclusion room was restored as before.

...

Five hundred years.

It's fleeting.

At this moment, the improvement progress of the detonation of the Blood Sea reached three percent.

Over the years, perhaps because of his worry-free and changing mentality, he has improved his efficiency unprecedentedly!

...

He came out of seclusion and accompanied his wives.

He was in seclusion for another thousand three hundred years.

The progress reached 4.5%!

but.

Zhao Fan felt that behind him, it was so difficult that he felt a bottleneck.

It was like a flying insect in the window, you could see the vast sky outside, but you could only stay in a small room.

Take the attitude of saving as much as possible.

The third retreat lasted for nine hundred years.

This day.

"well."

Zhao Fan sighed.

In nine hundred years, there has been no progress in the slightest.

It seems that Mi Jie is right. If he dies, he will only have 5% of the money, but that is only the highest record.

Four or five percent should be your limit.

"It's time to use the alien god corpse, there is no need to drag it down."

Zhao Fan shook his head and finally stopped insisting.

Anyway, it's a difference of 0.5%.

The next moment.

The space of the seclusion quiet room is expanded.

One hundred thousand gods were placed neatly around him.

"Refining!"

Zhao Fan closed his eyes.

The refining begins!

Countless blood-colored threads were emitted from his chaotic Taoist body.

At the end of each line, a corpse is connected.

The flesh and blood of the 100,000 corpses are constantly melting.

What is preserved is the mystery of God!

A year has passed.

Those 100,000 gods no longer exist and there is no trace!

Hundreds of thousands of fluorescent colors float quietly in the seclusion room.

It is as beautiful as the stars in the sky.

"Refining!"

Zhao Fan had an idea.

Those bloodshots pulled the fluorescent light back to their body.

at the same time.

He entered an epiphany.

This time, it is different from the unconscious when comprehension of the sea of ​​blood detonation.

Zhao Fan's consciousness was free to control his every move.

Like an invisible guide!

He is deducing the prototype of the secret technique of the detonation of the sea of ​​blood.

In just one breath, I wish I could break it into countless portions of fine water!

but……

What should pass will pass eventually.

Zhao Fan tried his best to grasp it without wasting any moment.

The state of epiphany is also over.

He looked at the progress of the original secret technique and curled his lips.

7.5 percent.

The first time... it's three percent of the guaranteed one!

After Zhao Fan smiled bitterly, he took out another 100,000 corpses.

...

repeatedly.

continued.

Twenty-nine years have passed like this.

After twenty-nine breaths of enlightenment.

There are two million,910,000 corpses, and only more than 10,000 are left.

The improvement progress of Zhao Fan's blood sea detonation reached 92.5%!

He almost cried!

Fuck!
To be continued...