National Games: Hang up from the zombie apocalypse

Chapter 1566 Blood

Cole couldn't help swallowing when he saw Fang Heng's move.

"Sacred type?"

Heck.

This is a rarer attribute than the Undead!
Fang Heng did not explain, and responded by giving Cole a cold look, "The protection of the holy barrier is not strong, and it can only block it for a short time. Can you deal with the Seed of Faram in time?"

"What do you mean? Look down on me?"

Provoked by Fang Heng, Cole also raised his voice a little bit, with a bit of rationality, "Of course I can't handle it by myself!"

"Ok?"

"The number of Hell Falam Seeds is not sure at all. If there are too many, I will definitely not be able to stop them. I can't guarantee you."

Fang Heng knew that Cole was telling the truth.

He has no bottom in his heart.

"Try it first."

As he spoke, Fang Heng manipulated the zombie avatar behind him to keep the magic circle and the green spar stable, and slowly moved out of the safe house together.

The light from the translucent spar in the center of the golden sacred barrier affected the hell Falam outside the door.

The wall of flesh and blood gathered at the entrance began to recede slowly, giving way to a passage.

efficient!

Next is the Seed of Hell Falam!
Fang Heng quickly exchanged glances with Cole, who slowly moved towards the outside of the door.

The hell Falam has not completely receded, and there are still a large part of the wall, ceiling and floor.

Fang Heng sought stability and controlled the zombie avatar to move forward slowly.

It took a full 2 ​​minutes to reach the exit of the safe house.

"careful!"

Cole, who had already left the safe house one step ahead, suddenly reached out his hand to signal.

Fang Heng looked ahead to the passageway that Faram had just retreated from outside the safe house.

Drops of bright red spheres coalesced on the ceiling wall of flesh.

coming!

"Tick, tick..."

The liquid dripped on the wall of flesh and blood on the floor, quickly forming clusters of red, sarcoma-like Faram Seeds, which quickly bounced towards Cole.

Cole condensed the imprint with his hands, and whispered in his mouth.

"Wind Crack!"

Huh!
Several sharp cyan light blades slashed forward.

The Seed of Hell Falam that rushed in mid-air was instantly split into two pieces by the light blade.

Cole has been in the Innovation Institute for some time. He has watched a lot of experiment-related videos and knows the Faram Seed very well.

Long-distance direct lethal damage can prevent the Seed of Hell Faram from exploding.

Seeing this, Fang Heng's pupils shrank suddenly.

Sensed again.

There is a lot of power in the blood of the Hell Falam Seed.

Give it a try!
Huh!
Fang Heng stood still, forming a mark with his hands in front of him, concentrating his mental power to stimulate the power of the blood to control the wreckage left by the Seed of Hell Faram.

"Chichi..."

Originally divided into two halves, the blood polymer of Hell Faram that had fallen on the ground was slowly suspended into the air under Fang Heng's control.

Cole's expression changed slightly when he saw this scene.

Um? !what's the situation?
The failure of central seal suppression caused the Seed of Faram to mutate again?

Cole frowned, condensing the magic imprint with his hands and preparing to make up the knife again, when he suddenly heard Fang Heng yelling softly behind him.

"Cole, stop first!"

"Um!?"

Cole backed away quickly while turning his head to look at Fang Heng.

There was a layer of red glow attached to Fang Heng's eyes.

Ahead, several Hell Farams were cut in half, and the corpses that fell to the ground gradually mixed together, forming a blood mixture suspended in mid-air, coalescing into a ball-sized ball.

"Chi Chi Chi...!"

As if the blood mixture had been tempered by burning, white mist continuously evaporated from the blood clot, and at the same time, fine black debris kept falling on the ground.

The blood mixture that was originally the size of a leather ball shrunk rapidly, and within a few seconds, it was tempered and condensed into a tiny drop in mid-air.

Cole stared at Fang Heng with surprise.

"You did it?"

Fang Heng did not answer, staring at the drop of blood.

After removing all impurities, only such a small drop of blood remains.

But this small drop of blood contains extremely powerful power!
A drop of blood is worth killing tens of thousands of second-tier barbarian elites in the barbaric game world.

very good!

For Fang Heng, blood containing powerful power is an extremely rare material!

There is one thing that has been recorded in Fang Heng's plan book, but he has never found an opportunity.

Upgrade the bloodline of the blood king!
At present, Fang Heng has no way to continue to purify this drop of blood.

But the coffin of the blood king can!
Collect the blood, then bring it back, use the coffin to continue to purify, and continue to improve the level of bloodlines!

I didn't expect that there would be unexpected gains in such a ghostly place!

"then!"

Fang Heng greeted in a low voice, took out a small test tube bottle from his backpack and threw it towards the Holy Light Barrier.

Cole was taken aback, reached out to grab the bottle, and looked at Fang Heng blankly.

"What?"

"open the lid!"

Cole was a little confused by Fang Heng's operation. Hearing that, he reached out and opened the lid like a tool man.

"Fuck!!"

The blood droplets suspended in mid-air were drawn and quickly poured into the bottle.

"Crack."

Cole immediately closed the lid, frowning.

He realized that Fang Heng had a special ability that he had never seen before, which could manipulate blood.

Cole looked back at Fang Heng, "What's the situation? What is this thing?"

"Purified blood may be useful."

Cole opened his mouth.

He felt that Fang Heng was not telling the truth, but considering the fragile cooperative relationship between the two, he couldn't continue to ask.

Fang Heng said: "Slow down a bit, let's continue."

"it is good."

Cole nodded, and tried to move forward a few more steps.

"Tick, tick..."

Seeds of Hellfaram started dripping from the ceiling again.

"Congeal!!"

Cole condenses the handprints.

The wind blade continued to strike forward, accurately bombarding the dripping blood, quickly cutting it in half!
Um! ?

Cole frowned.

After the balls of blood mixture were cut open, Fang Heng manipulated them to gather quickly again, suspended in mid-air again, and condensed into a blood ball.

"Chichichi..."

Just like before, the mixed blood clot the size of a fist began to emit blue-gray smoke and shrink rapidly.

Cole took the time to look back at Fang Heng immediately.

"Again?"

There was a layer of scarlet in Fang Heng's eyes.

"continue!"

This time, Cole no longer backed away, and stayed where he was to continue dealing with the Seeds of Hell Faram gathered around him.

"open the lid!"

After a while, Cole heard Fang Heng yelling, stepped back quickly, and opened the cap of the test tube bottle.

The few drops of newly condensed blood were poured into the bottle again under Fang Heng's control.

Cole couldn't bear it any longer, looked back at Fang Heng again, and gave him a helpless expression, "Brother, what the hell are you doing?"

"Well, I suspect that the blood mixture left after killing the Seed of Faram will be reabsorbed by the wall of flesh and blood, and recondensed into the Seed of Faram, so as to achieve the effect of continuous production."

(End of this chapter)