At this moment, Zhao Han looked cold, but his eyes were full of madness, venting all the negative emotions in his heart because of his reincarnation through his fists.

The big fist of the bowl was swung straight and smashed hard. Even if each punch could not hit this limit number, it was at least more than 1,000 kilograms of divine power. Although this Fire Cloud Carp was gifted, it had not yet completely transformed into a demon at this moment. It was an ordinary thing. After dozens of hits on its head, its resistance gradually weakened, and in the end it was completely gone.

Suddenly, a black light appeared on the wooden slip on Zhao Han's chest. The strange insect carved on the front of the wooden slip seemed to come alive, turning into a black light, and drilled into the head of the fire cloud carp under him, which was beaten into a rotten head.

In the blink of an eye, the big carp, which was six feet long and weighed two or three hundred pounds, seemed to come alive, shaking violently. After a moment, a faint red glow flew out, and an irregular red bead the size of a thumb was held in the glow. There was a faint red carp shadow churning inside, and it quickly flew out with a "swoosh".

This red pearl is the demon pill of Fire Cloud Li. It is just that because it has not successfully transformed into a demon, it has extremely irregular shape and looks a bit weird.

Immediately afterwards, a black light chased after it faster. A strange insect phantom appeared in the air, stretching out its long thorny beak, and suddenly pierced into the demon pill in the red clouds. In the blink of an eye, the red carp pill quickly faded at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the end, it completely dissipated with the red light underneath, leaving only a layer of translucent irregular circular demon pill skin falling to the ground.

In the air, the phantom of the monster insect made a slight "buzzing" sound, and then it retracted into the black light, and hit Zhao Han's arms with a "swoosh" sound, turning into a dull old wooden slip hanging between his neck, swinging gently.

The wind blew by, waving a pool of cold water, and the courtyard was lonely. Everything seemed to have never happened before.

Zhao Han stood there in a daze, his whole body was covered with fish blood, and his whole body seemed to be fished out of the blood, emitting a pungent bloody stench. He was obviously frightened by the scene in front of him just now, and he couldn't help but tremble. It seemed that someone was blowing behind his neck, and a cold spine felt.

This is how this mysterious wooden slip was used?

The previous Fire Cloud Carp Demon Soul wrapped in the demon pill was actually sucked clean by it in the blink of an eye. Thinking about the things that his ex had experienced in the past four years, Zhao Han couldn't help but feel a hint of gratitude in his heart: "Mr. Mu Jian, it turns out that you have always been merciful to your ex!"

As soon as this thought arises, he feels a familiar heat flow from the wooden slip into his body, running towards the membrane, muscles, bones, organs, and blood marrow all over his body, and dissipating it into it. His whole body is as if soaked in hot water, so comfortable that he is drowsy, and his body is unknowingly strengthening and improving, both in terms of strength, speed, reaction, and ability to resist strikes have been significantly improved.

Just like the dozens of similar experiences in my memory, Mu Jian will feed back a strange heat flow to strengthen and improve his body after sucking spiritual power. Zhao Han will not care about it after getting used to it.

The only difference is that today Mu Jian sucked the soul of a Fire Cloud Carp that was about to transform into a demon!

A quarter of an hour later, the heat flowing out of the wooden slip disappeared, and Zhao Han felt relieved all over. He clenched his fists gently, and immediately made a "crack" sound. His power had been greatly improved compared to the previous moment. While he was excited, a bold idea emerged in his mind.

"Mr. Mu Jian just had a full meal and was not hungry. Will he... let us go?"

This thought was like the weeds in spring, growing wildly in Zhao Han's heart. In the end, his mind was full of urgency and persuaded himself to try for various reasons.

“It’s not bad to try it!”

"The worst thing is to be sucked by Mr. Mu Jian once again."

"If Mr. Mu Jian is in a good mood and let us go, it will be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I will never come again!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Han no longer hesitated, and did not care about the odor of blood all over his body. He sat cross-legged and leaned forward, like a bull ruminated, and entered a state of being like a loose but not loose, but not tight. He silently used the secret "Niu Chu Style" written by Zhao's family, and used his body and blood to feed the mysterious orifices.

Immediately, waves of sounds like tides came from his body, like a large river rushing, blood rushing, essence swelling, and finally turned into wisps of gurgling hot breath, slowly pouring into three inches of the mystery between reality and nothingness through the top of the skull.

This is the mysterious orifice, which is the last protective layer of the human soul, just like the womb of the seed.

The whole process was done in one go without any turmoil. When the heat breeze was continuously injected, the mysterious orifices that were already extremely full in the eyebrows began to tremble slowly, and they jumped gently with rhythm. An inexplicable joy spread to my heart, making Zhao Han almost cry.

In a trance, I don’t know how long it took until a perfect ray of energy was revealed from the mysterious orifice, emitting a shiny and radiant light that was hard to describe in words. Zhao Han’s heart moved, and all the blood, energy and spirits in his body collided with it!

"Boom!"

There seemed to be a thunder roaring in his ears, the sky and the earth were shaking, and everything was shocked. He couldn't help but slowly floated up. What he saw, heard and felt was different from the past, becoming more exciting, more gorgeous, clearer, and more real!

At this moment, he felt something. When he looked down, he saw a man below was covered in blood, sitting cross-legged, calm, smiling, happy and happy. Several feet away from him, about six feet away, a big carp with blood and blood lies lying on the ground in dying air, motionless.

"This is the body of Huo Yunli, so is me the person below?"

"But who am I? I am... Zhao Han!"

As soon as this thought arose, Zhao Han felt that his eyes darkened, and suddenly lost his support under him, falling down like a meteor. Before he could react, his eyes suddenly became hazy. What he saw, what his ears heard, what his nose smelled, what his skin touched, etc. were like a thin layer of veil covered, blurring a lot.

"Is this... I was touched just now?"

Zhao Han slowly closed his eyes, savoring his previous wonderful experiences, and couldn't help but intoxicate it. It was a lively and lively world. No matter the snow in front of him, the water in the pool, the trees, and even the ephemerals in the air were unprecedentedly vivid and vivid. Everything in his perception was so gorgeous and colorful, full of vigorous vitality.

This is the perception of the soul, which is more interesting, delicate, colorful and flexible than perception through the body organs.

To achieve this step also means that Zhao Han has officially crossed the threshold and officially entered the fifth level of the foundation-building period.

"Ah, Master, what are you doing?"

"You, you...whether you were injured, is it serious, does it hurt?"

At this moment, Su Su rushed over from afar, her face filled with anxiety. Regardless of Zhao Han's pungent blood stinking, she carefully checked up and down, with tears in her eyes, and she almost burst into tears.

Zhao Han was in a good mood and decided to tease her. He deliberately kept his face tense and said nothing. Until Su Su tried to pick him up for medical treatment, he grinned and showed his white and neat teeth, waved his hand, and said, "Hello, beauty, you are so beautiful today!"

"You... are you okay?!" Su Su was stunned for a moment, then her eyebrows were raised and her almond eyes were wide open. She pushed Zhao Han hard, raised her little palm and slapped him in the face, "I told you to lie to me, ask you to lie to me, and beat you, you bad guy to death, I will beat you, beat, beat!"

"And, what's the matter? It's so good to hug me in broad daylight. I found that you have become a slut after having a sick illness. I'm really not going to deal with it after teasing me again and again!"

"Don't slap me in the face!"

Zhao Han hurriedly covered his face and jumped away a few steps, his palms horizontally and vertically, and made a "pause" position towards Su Su, his eyes full of joy, and said, "Take a slow down, I have good news to tell you!"

"Hmph, do you think I'm so stupid and you'll be fooled by you? Tell me, how many times have you used this trick?" Su Su was so angry this time. She bulged her eyes and chased her desperately, sneering her sneering.

"What I said is true, I really didn't lie to you this time!" Zhao Han ran away with his head in his arms, complaining secretly, not paying attention to the way forward, he fell into the pool. The rising pool water immediately poured Su Su who was chasing her behind him into a chicken.

In the middle of winter, it had just snowed last night, and the temperature was extremely low. It was wet by the cold pool water. When the cold wind blew, Susu immediately shivered, and her little face turned pale and disappeared in an instant.

"No, I'm having a big time this time!"

Zhao Han spit out the pool water from his mouth, saw this, and quickly crawled out of the pool, picked Su Su up around the waist, carried it onto his shoulders, and rushed back to the house like a wife robbed him.

Half an hour later.

Zhao Han apologized and bowed to Su Su who was lying on the bed with a flattering smile. He didn't have the aura of the eldest young master. He tried hard to coax her into the sun.

My daughter's thoughts were like the weather in June. She looked angry and irreconcilable. In a blink of an eye, she was attracted by the situation described by Zhao Han. Her almond eyes were wide open and her mouth was slightly opened. She listened with relish, as if she was immersed in the scene. The little man subconsciously grabbed his sleeves, looking cute and stupid.

"So, you just touched the spirit? It can be considered the fifth level of foundation building?" Su Su subconsciously stuck out her tongue, then frowns and said, "Then, as long as you work harder, break through the fourth level and realize your life, you can enter Minghong Academy to study and practice with Minghong Jinling?"

"Young Master, come on, work hard, you are the best!"

"...It's not that simple. It depends on whether Mr. Mu Jian gives you face."

Zhao Han smiled bitterly, took out the wooden slip, rubbed it in his palm and played with it. He saw that the wooden slip was still the same, and there was no change. Only the strange insect carved on the front of the wooden slip had a slightly invisible red tip of the beak.

"Don't worry, there is no way out. God will always give people a way out, it just depends on whether you can discover it. Look, this time, have you seized the opportunity and made a breakthrough?" Su Su sat up, waved her fists, and cheered Zhao Han desperately.

"Am I worried?" Zhao Han felt warm, and deliberately wrinkled his nose, and hummed, "Besides, I have already figured out some tricks, and I just waited for verification. Maybe I can completely return to normal from now on."

"What's going to get back to normal? Xiaohan, come and tell Uncle Qi."

At this moment, a thick voice came from outside the room. The next moment, the closed door opened without anyone, revealing a majestic figure standing outside the room in front of the door.

He was about 40 years old and was eight feet tall. In the cold winter, he only wore a green robe, his hair was neatly combed neatly, meticulously, thick eyebrows and deep eyes, a high nose bridge, and a solemn expression, looking like he was not angry and mighty.

He was the seventh master of Zhao's family, Zhao Shengling, and his mother and Zhao Shengya, and Zhao Han's uncle.

When Zhao Shengya was alive, Zhao Shengling was his left arm and right arm, and he was even more amiable and meticulous to his ex. Now that Zhao Shengya is missing, his heart has changed.

Although Zhao Han had expected this, when this scene really happened in front of him, he still felt a little uncomfortable. He had just woken up from a coma, and the first person to come to force him was the uncle with this body.

Is family affection so weak in this world?

According to the fat man's previous statement, his father had defected to his fourth uncle and would leave the court for punishment in the future. He was of high position and power, which was not equally idle. The water flowed to the lower places and people walked to the higher places. Those who knew the current affairs were heroes, which was not uncomprehensible. It was just that Zhao Han was holding his breath in his heart and felt uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!