Return from the second dimension

Fatty is not unfamiliar with these special lamp oils. It is precisely because of the existence of lamp oil that the lighthouse has the effect of deterring ancient creatures.

Both are magical things, and neither can be missing.

The origin of these lamp oils is extraordinary, and they also come from ancient creatures.

The monk carefully refined the remains of ancient creatures, obtained special ointment, and carefully matched them to make precious lamp oil.

Not every organization has the ability to refine kerosene, not to mention how complicated and high-end the refining methods are. It is very difficult to obtain raw materials alone.

Without sufficient strength, there is simply no qualification to possess.

It is with these special lamp oils that the monks can build hunting camps in the Forbidden Sea, and can also sail through the forbidden sea blocked by monsters.

Even if you go to explore other forbidden places, kerosene is also an indispensable item. If there is not enough kerosene reserve, even exploration cannot be carried out.

In the Primordial Realm, this kind of lamp oil refined by ancient creatures can definitely be regarded as a top strategic material.

It's just that every cultivator organization will guard this precious thing strictly, and I don't know where Tang Zhen got it?

But when he thought of Tang Zhen's methods, the fat man took it for granted. It was just getting some lamp oil. How could it be possible to stump Tang Zhen's magical powers.

The fat man mistakenly thought that the lamp oil in Tang Zhen's hand was obtained from the chaos during the previous war. After all, there was ample opportunity to obtain lamp oil at that time.

But how did you know that Tang Zhen's method of obtaining it was by no means as simple as he thought.

Lantern oil is Tang Zhen's trophy. There are actually a lot of them, but it can be regarded as a fortune.

With these precious lamp oil, even in some dangerous places, Tang Zhen is sure to venture into it.

Of course, Tang Zhen couldn't talk about these things, and the fat man would never know.

The fat man raised the glass bottle, raised his head and poured the lamp oil, then frowned.

"It's hard to drink, it has a stale taste..."

At this moment, the fat man is still in the mood to appreciate the taste of lamp oil, and he is really heart-shaped.

"It's really strange that it tastes good. You know that many of the refining materials for these lamp oils are hundreds of millions of years old.

Over time, these corpses will accumulate stale air, which will cause great harm to the monks."

Hearing Tang Zhen's explanation, the fat man couldn't help widening his eyes, with a look of doubt on his face.

Since it is harmful to the body, why did Fang Hao let him drink it? Could it be that it was a plot to commit a crime?

The fat man thought it was impossible. If Fang Hao wanted to kill him, he would definitely not use such stupid means.

The most important point is that the fat man racked his brains and couldn't find the reason why Tang Zhenkeng harmed him.

"Although this lamp oil is poisonous, it has a special effect. It can activate the hidden bloodline talent by burning blood.

It's just that this process is very dangerous, and you must have enough powerful monks to protect the law before you can take a risk."

It was because he trusted Tang Zhen that the fat man swallowed the lamp oil without hesitation. Now that he heard Tang Zhen's explanation, he no longer had any doubts in his mind.

He held a fist at Tang Zhen and didn't say much, but his attitude showed clearly.

Let Tang Zhen operate, there is no complaint about life or death.

Tang Zhen chuckled lightly, pointed his hand at the fat man, and then saw flames suddenly emerge from the surface of his body.

If you change to another monk, you may not be able to guarantee your safety, but Tang Zhen will be able to guarantee your safety without any worries.

As the blood fire burned, the fat man's expression became hideous, and the unspeakable pain continued to stack.

In order to resist the pain, the fat man instantly transformed into a hideous monster.

In his throat, there was a continuous low growl, as if he was desperately suppressing the pain.

The blazing flame did not weaken because of the fat man's transformation, but became more and more violent.

This kind of flame was only aimed at the fat man, and the monks in the Loucheng around him were not affected at all.

At the same time, the billowing energy swarmed towards the fat man like water that broke the dyke.

But like a bottomless pit, he swallowed it all unceremoniously, and didn't let go.

This strange scene was witnessed by the monks around, and I couldn't help but feel shocked and anxious.

If this continues, the fat man will crush the other monks in the Loucheng City and attract the attention of those gods.

Such a precious opportunity, the Loucheng monks are not evenly divided, how can outsiders get it?

At this moment, the fat man has been regarded as a competitor by the monks in Loucheng, and they are trying their best to suppress it.

The gods and generals watching by the side noticed the vision on Fatty's body and cast their attention.

"This is... the blood is burning?"

A god general said softly, with doubts in his tone, as if he could not be sure of his judgment.

"Yes, it's really burning, this guy's luck is a bit bad."

Another god general said, and shook his head gently.

"Burning blood is equivalent to self-mutilation, it will turn into ashes if you are not careful, and the whole process cannot be reversed.

Even if this monk does not die, he will inevitably suffer severe damage and may even cut off the path of practice.

Encountered such a chance, yet so unlucky, it really makes people sigh."

In the eyes of this god, the fat man with burning blood would definitely die.

Such a situation is not uncommon on the battlefield. Many monks in desperate situations will burn their blood unconsciously.

But in the end, they all end up with the enemy.

However, there are other gods and generals who disagree with this statement, believing that disasters may hide good fortune.

"The vast majority of blood burning is indeed a desperate means of self-harm, but there are exceptions.

These monks survived unexpectedly after the bloodline burned, and even had some special talents for awakening.

I just don't know if this monk is lucky or unlucky?"

Obviously it was the same thing, but the generals had different opinions, which also made the fat man get more attention.

At this moment no one is thinking about what caused the blood to burn, just want to know the final result.

Even if someone wants to explore, they can't find a specific reason, unless the pinnacle gods will do it themselves!

It's just that the peak gods didn't bother to take care of this at all, and didn't even have the interest to take a look.

Don't talk about these ordinary monks in Loucheng, even those gods and general creators, they may not take the initiative to take care of them.

If it weren't for this mission, there would be no possibility of cooperation between the pinnacle god general and the ordinary Loucheng monks.

Perhaps it was this kind of arrogance that prevented the peak gods from noticing that there was a clone of the god hiding under their noses.

Not knowing the true identity of the other party, he is the planner of a series of changes, the investigative envoys behind the scenes.

At this moment, Tang Zhen, watching the fat man being wrapped in flames and burning, gradually disappeared.

It was like a huge stack of firewood, burned into a pile of ashes, watching the scorched black piece of dregs.

The violent cyclone surrounding the fat man gradually disappeared without a trace, and there was no more movement.

All the above changes give people a feeling that the fat man with burning blood will undoubtedly die.

Including those gods and generals who are watching, the same is true.

Only Tang Zhen, who was the closest, looked at the fat man who was burnt into coke, with a faint smile on his face.