Start with the Soul Forge

Chapter 172 172. Changes after the Blood Burning
“There is always a time when you just pass the normal difficulty dungeon, and then you have to face the epic difficulty and hell difficulty.”

Mo Hao pinched the bridge of his nose. What the mission brief expressed made him a little concerned, but now was not the time to think about it.

Finding the Taixu Realm related to the Nine Cauldrons was not a difficult task, because Mo Hao had already made plans for his future.

When he determined that his own plug-in would be refreshed every time he entered the Taixu Realm, his future development direction was determined to be related to the Taixu Realm.

In fact, during these two days, Mo Hao has already started to take time out to investigate to see which top institutions professionally train Taixu Realm explorers.

His future development direction is only related to the explorer of Taixu Realm, and he doesn't want to think about anything else.

At the same time, Mo Hao also knew that the path he had chosen would inevitably have many obstacles and enemies, such as Doomsday, and companies whose interests would be affected by the [Adventurer's Automatic Recovery Device].

There was even hostility caused by reasons that Mo Hao had not expected. These were obstacles in his way as he moved forward.

"Sure enough, I'm still not strong enough. If I were strong enough, those dogs would just huddle in the dampness right now, and wouldn't dare to have any ideas about me."

Breaking through the limits of the human body and achieving extraordinary things has allowed Mo Hao's senses to far surpass those of ordinary people. At the same time, he has also sensed some vague malice that came from nowhere and was entangled with him.

Mo Hao understood that these were some guys who were spying on him, some guys who wanted to get something from him. They were using their brains and trying to bite off a piece of meat from him like hyenas.

"Nonsense! If you are not strong enough, you will be taken advantage of."

"Then let's be strong."

Blood-colored flames gushed out from his seven orifices, instantly turning Mo Hao into a torch. The blood-colored flames violently burned and destroyed Mo Hao.

The blood flames madly and explosively burned everything that could be destroyed from the seven orifices, from the bone joints, and from the pores. Even the thick and powerful blood in Mo Hao's body was like boiling lake water.

High-temperature blood mist emanated from his pores. Normally, Mo Hao would not be able to hold on to this extent, and would need the help of Phantom Ghost to pull him back from the brink of losing control.

But this time is different, different from any other time before.

He broke through the limits of the human body and achieved extraordinary results, transforming into a great demon. Not only did he endure the violent blood flames, but the dissipated blood mist was also gathered by an invisible giant hand and sucked back into his body.

The blood mist returned to the body, and then the burning blood flames on the body entered the body through the pores. The high-temperature mist and the exploding blood flames merged into the blood once they merged.

Blood is essential for the operation of the life system. After Mo Hao completely endured the blood burning ritual, a force began to appear in his blood.

A mixture of two completely opposite forces, destruction and life, condensed in the blood.

At the same time, the blood in Mo Hao's body was condensed into a stronger and more powerful liquid by the blood burning.

If it were before, this power would be enough to allow Mo Hao to make a leap forward, but after he broke through the limits of the human body and achieved extraordinary results, the increase in this power did not seem strong.

"Not enough, not enough, not even close to enough!!!"

"Come again, come again, keep improving for me!!!"

The furnace in his dantian roared, his mind was highly concentrated, and his strength was completely focused. Mo Hao only felt that he had broken through a certain limit.

Then his eyes blurred and he came to an unknown place.

It was a tall black tower standing on the barren land, like a sharp sword pointing straight to the sky.

It is like a sword that rebels against God, or like the Tower of Babel that declares war.

In front of Mo Hao, the tower door opened as if inviting him, and at the same time he felt several gazes from the open door.

It was a look of scrutiny, and even some gloating.

Where is this place?
I don’t know. The only thing that is certain is that this place is definitely not my home.

Mo Hao moved his arms and legs. His body was flexible and free, without any sign of the absurd and uncontrollable limbs that he had in his dreams.

In this way, you can first eliminate the possibility that the force at the last moment will impact your brain and cause hallucinations.

Then the phantom ghost revealed an almost invisible shadow, which also allowed Mo Hao to rule out the option of being dragged into the dream by the perverted ghost king who specialized in torturing and killing children on Elm Street.

After making sure that his mind was not disturbed in any way, Mo Hao stepped into the tower.

Mo Hao didn't know how he got here, but the thing in front of him had already invited him, so hiding would only make the thing inside look down on him.

As he walked into the tower, the door behind him slammed shut and then turned into a wall, as if leaving no option for Mo Hao to leave.

Mo Hao had expected the abnormality to occur. He was not afraid at all and walked forward.

There was nothing else in the tower. Apart from the upward stairs in the corner, there was only a huge open space inside. Apart from that, there was nothing else.

In the middle of the open space, a figure was sitting cross-legged. The moment he looked at the other person, even Mo Hao showed a look of surprise.

That person, that face, is a memory that Mo Hao will never forget.

That was the first time Mo Hao killed an intelligent life with his own will since he came into this world, or even since he had thoughts.

"Ha, student boy, you seem surprised."

The person in front of him was the first person Mo Hao killed since he came to this world.

A cadre of the Doomsday Society.

The strange tall tower and the dead people he saw here made Mo Hao more or less guess where this place was.

"Tower of Death? Are you trying to tell me something?"

The question was not answered because a person with only a head left was unable to vibrate his vocal cords to give an answer.

At a speed that ordinary people could hardly react to, the Doomsday Society cadre's head was chopped off from his body by Mo Hao's palm knife before he even had time to react.

Without dodging or resisting, Mo Hao casually took off the head of the Doomsday Society cadre as if he was picking fruits from a tree.

The expression on the head was frozen in surprise and astonishment, as if it had not expected to die so soon.

As the doomsday approached, the cadres of the association died again without even being able to express their anger.

Mo Hao didn't know whether the second death was eternal, he just casually crushed the head in his hand. This action did not have any meaning. He was simply dissatisfied with the head, so he destroyed it.

"I killed you when you were alive. Do you think you can fight me now that you're dead?"

"If you encounter something that has died once, it will just die again."

Mo Hao looked up. There was no ceiling above his head, nor any obstructions, so he could see the top of the Tower of Death at a glance.

At the top of the tower, a figure wearing a black cloak and holding a sickle was looking down. The two's eyes met at this moment, and the figure wrapped in the cloak had death in his eyes.

Kings, generals, peddlers, talented men and beautiful women, overlords and ordinary people, no matter how noble or humble their status, in the end, they cannot escape the word death. No matter how great their achievements were in their lifetime, no matter how prominent or humble their status was, there is no way to reverse the inevitable law of death.

As they looked at each other, Mo Hao felt a bone-chilling cold invading his upper body, as if he was walking naked in the snow. No matter how he struggled, he could only watch the last bit of his body heat being taken away bit by bit.

As you lose heat, you await the inevitable arrival of death.

But at this moment, an unruly burst of flames suddenly erupted from Mo Hao's body.

It was a flame filled with destructive power. What was even more bizarre was that this flame, which tried to burn everything like a ferocious beast, also had an extremely strong vitality.

The icy death was dispelled or even blown away by the flames.

And this power turned into a fist force, following the gaze of the God of Death and hitting him directly.

Tear!

With the sound of cloth tearing, a huge tear that could not be ignored appeared on the cloak of the Grim Reaper.

The already icy gaze of the Grim Reaper added three points of death, and he swung his scythe in the air, and the blade light tore through dark cracks.

This move actually tore the space apart!

"Hey, am I afraid of you?!"

Some people might be afraid of the wrath of the god of death, but Mo Hao is not one of them.

Not to mention that his coming to this place was most likely related to the God of Death, and the God of Death was attacking with a weapon. This was enough to change the other party's identity in Mo Hao's eyes from [Unknown] to [Enemy].

As for his enemies, Mo Hao always has only one choice.

Blast it to death, completely smash it into ashes!

"Roar!!!"

With a roar that did not sound like that of a human demon, Mo Hao immediately revealed the body of the great demon Jidu Luohu, and used his demon body to punch out with a thunderous punch.

The fist force turned into a wild bull and rushed towards the god of death, but it could not get far before it was torn apart and dissolved by the space cracks in the space.

If one punch doesn't work, then punch again.

A violent red dyed the big demon's eyes, and he blasted out angry fists in a chain like cannonballs.

The unparalleled fist that could break bones and tendons was so powerful that it turned into a white bull a hundred feet tall, raising its hooves and stomping towards the god of death.

The god of death swung his scythe and tore the shadow of the hundred-foot-long white bull into pieces in an instant. However, just when his old moves were exhausted and he had not yet recovered his energy for new moves.

The phantom ghost appeared silently behind the god of death, and the diagram of the Hades' formation above his head suddenly opened. The Ox-headed Hades general held a long spear, and the Horse-faced Hades general held a crescent-shaped knife, and they attacked the god of death from the left and right respectively.

The crescent-shaped sword cut off the arm of the Grim Reaper holding the scythe, and the long spear pierced through the Grim Reaper's body. The soul fire in the Grim Reaper's skull suddenly surged, trying to resist the long spear of the Hades General.

It was not known whether there was a conflict in functions between the God of Death and the Hades, or whether the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demon simply disliked the Skull Head in front of them, which was in a different department but had the same function. So they wielded their two weapons from the left and right, and actually cut the God of Death into pieces.

Then the Hades' battle map grew against the wind, and the long painting rolled up the few remaining pieces of Death's cloak.

The God of Death was defeated, and everything in front of him began to distort. Finally, after a dizzying moment, Mo Hao's consciousness returned to his body.

Looking around, Mo Hao confirmed that he was still at home. Even judging from the time on the clock, only less than five minutes had passed.

The Tower of Death, the God of Death, and the fight with the God of Death just now seemed like a dream.

But soon Mo Hao realized that it was not a dream.

Feeling the power in his body, Mo Hao closed his eyes and felt it carefully. After a moment, he opened his eyes and his expression was even weirder.

The power in his body was telling him that he had passed the blood burning.

The blood and energy in the body are like roaring rivers. When the blood and energy are steaming, Mo Hao can even directly release the fighting skills of a berserker if he wants.

"This level of blood energy should have reached the limit of a Berserker, but it's not as high as the Emperor Blood Killing Heaven."

The strength of the blood in his body made Mo Hao feel doubtful.

Logically speaking, through the blood burning, one can achieve a second awakening from the Hell Blood Demon God and become the Emperor Blood Killer.

But judging from his own situation, Mo Hao did not seem to become Emperor Blood Killer after the Blood Burning.

Soon, he realized the problem.

"The blood and souls I plundered were not enough, so I was unable to condense the [Emperor Blood] needed for the second awakening, and the remaining souls I plundered were also unable to form a blood demon."

"as well as……"

Mo Hao looked at the description of the Blood Burning skill on the panel, and he could more or less guess where the problem came from.

[Blood Burning LV1 (0/10000): Burning blood to refine the body, devouring souls to forge the spirit, plundering is the essence of a Berserker. 】

"The Blood Burning skill level is not high enough. I am afraid that I can only become the Blood Killing Heaven Emperor after upgrading and plundering enough Qi, blood and residual souls to survive the Blood Burning."

However, this conjecture has no possibility of being realized for the time being. Ten thousand experience points is a huge gap, and Mo Hao currently has more than three thousand experience points left.

Fortunately, Mo Hao did not plan to upgrade the level of Blood Burning so quickly.

He knew clearly that once the level of Blood Burning was raised, the pain during subsequent Blood Burnings would probably increase exponentially, and it was not impossible that it would even increase exponentially.

The appearance of the Tower of Death and the God of Death just now may mean that Mo Hao has passed the Blood Burning and needs to undergo the trial of the Tower of Death.

Or maybe it was simply the god of death looking for trouble with him.

There was no need to answer this question. Having defeated the God of Death, Mo Hao naturally no longer needed to climb the tower with difficulty, which also meant that he lost the opportunity to get the answer.

Mo Hao could vaguely feel that the dismembered Grim Reaper was just a projection, and his real body was not in the Tower of Death.

Immersing his mind into the world of the Heavenly Book, Mo Hao saw at first glance two beings that were somewhat different from their kind.

There was a pair of ox-headed and horse-faced monsters, with rags of the god of death's cloak either hanging on their bodies or holding them.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but this pair of ox-headed and horse-faced monsters seem to be a size larger than their others, and one can see human-like spirituality in their eyes.

(End of this chapter)