Survival Room: Terror Resurrection

Zhang Hao only felt that he had once fallen into a comprehension with no beginning and no end.

I didn't realize at all that the passage of time had already exceeded my imagination.

The white-haired old man stroked his beard and smiled.

"That's what I really admire about you."

"To be able to reach this step in the first time of in-depth understanding is indeed a talent with great potential."

For a while, Zhang Hao couldn't figure out what the white-haired old man was thinking.

He only knew that he was in front of the other party and had no power to resist at all.

He had to try to speak.

"Old man, I won't be angry with you anymore."

"You just need to tell me the truth now, what is your intention?"

"Do you want to play me to death? Or what, can you give me an accurate answer?"

Zhang Hao also sat on the ground immediately.

Looking like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, he waited for the answer from the old man with white beard.

When the white-haired old man heard what Zhang Hao said, he immediately laughed.

"Young man, I've lived such a long time, how can I have time to make fun of a junior like you."

"What I did, of course, has a deep meaning."

"But what it is, I can't tell you right now."

"You just need to know that your potential is unlimited, you should not bury it, you should become the real strong in this secret room!"

The white-haired old man didn't know what his intentions were.

But Zhang Hao saw that he spoke very piously, and he didn't seem to want to make fun of himself.

He also continued to ask tentatively.

"So, you trapped me here and asked me to hone my mental strength just to train me, not to harm me?"

The white-haired old man laughed suddenly.

"Naturally at that time, and I still have a big opportunity to give you."

"You seem to have acquired a false god's magic fire, don't you?"

After Zhang Hao heard this, he couldn't help being surprised.

He immediately took out the divine fire of the dwarf false god, and asked in doubt.

"Senior, this false god fire is what I got from killing the dwarf false god in the last secret room."

"How did you know I had this?"

"Could it be that you still have the ability to overlook the entire secret room?"

When Zhang Hao said this, he couldn't help being surprised.

You know, the last strong man who could see the entire secret room.

Still that incomparable holy phantom.

This naturally raised another big question in Zhang Hao's heart.

"Isn't this white-haired old man also an existence similar to that holy phantom?"

Zhang Hao couldn't help becoming very alert.

The white-haired old man on the opposite side didn't seem to pay attention to Zhang Hao's abnormality at all, but continued to explain.

"Your false god fire, although it is not a rare thing."

"However, it is extremely critical to open the path of gods for mortals like you."

Zhang Hao was also confused by what the white-bearded old man said, half-believing.

Zhang Hao asked tentatively.

"Senior, what do you mean to say that this false divine fire will be of great help to me in improving my strength and even becoming a god in the future?"

The white-haired old man laughed suddenly.

"That's right, that's exactly what I mean. Let's see what I do."

I saw that the white-haired old man didn't greet Zhang Hao, but just stretched out his hand to grab it.

The fire of the false god in Zhang Hao's hand suddenly floated.

Immediately, he was grabbed by the white-haired old man.

The divine fire contained in it unexpectedly jumped violently again.

The light red shell surrounding life also gradually melted away.

All that was left was a flame that seemed to never go out.

Eternally suspended in the air.

"The fire of false gods contains enormous power."

"If I just draw the power out of it and absorb it for you."

"You can't absorb much at all, and it's hard to bear the power in it."

"So I have to forge your soul with divine fire."

"As long as you only have your soul gradually strengthened, it will in turn nourish your body."

"One day your soul will evolve into a soul, or even the realm of the gods, so that your physical body will not collapse instantly."

As the white-haired old man spoke, he immediately shot the fire of the false god in his hand towards Zhang Hao.

"Damn it! What are you doing?"

Seeing this, Zhang Hao couldn't help cursing, and felt his scalp tingling, as if the threat of death was about to come.

He can't wait to take out all the props in the storage warehouse and resist.

However, when it was time to take action, he found that he was completely unable to move.

He could only watch helplessly as the fire of the false god devoured his entire body.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Why can't I feel pain?"

However, in Zhang Hao's imagination, he was burned by this divine fire.

The scene that would soon be burned to nothing did not appear.

Shenhuo burned himself, and he didn't seem to feel anything.

But it hasn't waited for Zhang Hao to react.

The false divine fire suddenly invaded his spiritual world.

"Ah, my head, why does it hurt so much!"

"No, I'm going to die!"

"No! My spiritual world is starting to crack."

In just a split second, Zhang Hao felt that countless cracks began to appear in the wall of the spiritual realm he had built.

Originally, the soul villain who had just been shaped.It was also burned and rolled all over the floor.
Zhang Hao only felt that he would be attacked like this again.

Soon it will directly become a vegetable.

Seeing Zhang Hao rolling all over the floor in pain, the white-haired old man hurriedly shouted a reminder.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Quickly mobilize your spiritual power and protect your spiritual world!"

"As long as the spiritual world doesn't completely collapse, you won't die here."

"Damn it, you're going to kill me if you're so self-assertive!"

Zhang Hao also cursed angrily.

He really wanted to push the white-bearded old man to the ground and beat him up.

But at this moment, he couldn't care less about who was responsible.

It's still important to save your life.

Zhang Hao quickly endured the pain and sat down cross-legged, crazily arousing his mental strength.

Filling towards the spiritual barriers of the surrounding cracks.

Prevent the burning of the fire of the false gods from completely collapsing the burning water of this spiritual barrier.

For a while, Zhang Hao almost took out the momentum of fighting for his life.

All the spiritual power is used to resist the burning of the fire of the false god.

Gradually, the raging pain gradually disappeared.

Zhang Hao's mental strength gradually adapted to the damage of Shenhuo.

Zhang Hao himself became more relaxed.

"how can that be?"

"He was able to adapt to the attack of this false god fire in such a short period of time?"

"Could it be that his talent is still beyond my imagination?"

The white-haired old man also couldn't help raising his eyebrows, realizing that the situation seemed to be developing in a direction beyond his control.

Gradually, Zhang Hao's spiritual strength was greatly improved.

"I feel that my spiritual strength is enough to transcend the physical body, and even wander in the starry sky."