Age of Terror: I Have a Monster Editor

Ye Fan was astonished to see that this circle of golden ripples with a diameter of 100 meters quickly retracted in a visible effort with the naked eye.

It seems that Hei Qiu's body has become a bottomless pit at this moment, and he frantically absorbs the power of these merits into the real body of the demon spirit.

Ye Fan looked at Hei Qiu and murmured secretly.

"The last step!"

"As long as these millions of merits and virtues are melted into the real body of the demon spirit, this powerful secret method can be successfully completed!"

Thinking of this, Ye Fan couldn't help but look forward to it.

He continued to stare at the changes in Hei Qiu.

With the influx of more and more meritorious power, the translucent light blue body of the black hatred began to bloom with brilliant golden light!

The original black hatred, can't see what's in the body.

The translucent three-meter-high demon spirit body is empty, very empty.

but now,

As the golden light lit up, Ye Fan suddenly saw that the meridians, the internal organs, the muscles, and the bones began to be slowly illuminated by the golden light of merit, and gradually condensed!

Hei Qiu's three-meter-high burly body, from the inside to the outside, began to slowly emerge a faint, mysterious aura of merit.

The hot feeling as if magma was flowing through the body, following the sense of Hei Chou's soul, was continuously transmitted to Ye Fan.

"hiss--"

Ye Fan sucked in a sharp breath.

His bright silver consciousness was constantly shaking.

This incomparable pain made his mental power blurred and unstable.

Ye Fan clenched his fists.

He knew very well that Heiqiu felt the same way as he felt, and once he gave up, Heiqiu would not be able to pass this level.

If he can't bear the infusion of the power of millions of merits, the real body of the demon spirit of Heiqiu will be directly blown up by this powerful power!

The rank sequence dropped sharply, and the spirit consciousness was dissipated on the spot!

Ye Fan's eyes narrowed.

There was a look of determination in his eyes.

He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "Come on, black hatred!!"

"Be sure to make it through!!"

Heiqiu, who was also suffering from severe pain, seemed to hear Ye Fan's voice transmission, and he also clenched his fists and stood proudly in the void.

The three-meter-high burly body exudes a proud and unyielding temperament!

"Heiqiu... Heiqiu will not disappoint the lord!!"

The intermittent voice of the big black man came from the sense of the soul.

Ye Fan's words were a great encouragement to Heiqiu.

Outside.

Ye Fan closed his eyes tightly.

Bean-sized cold sweat could not stop seeping from his forehead and his entire body.

Ye Fan's whole body was soaked in a piece of ice cold, like polar ice.

The severe pain made his body tremble violently.

"Owner!!"

Shen Lan bit her tender lips with concern, looked at Ye Fan who looked extremely painful, and called softly.

The little maid who is closely connected with Ye Fan's soul can sense Ye Fan's state at the moment.

She gently laid Ye Fan on the bed.

then,

The little maid hurriedly took a basin to pick up a basin of hot water.

Gently changed Ye Fan's old clothes that were covered in cold sweat!

Shen Lan rinsed the towel, put a hot towel on Ye Fan's forehead, and then used another hot towel to wipe Ye Fan's body very intimately.

The little maid hopes that this will make Ye Fan's body warmer and relieve some of the latter's pain.

In the dark blue pair of blue watery eyes, he looked at Ye Fan with concern, and the movements of his hands were extremely gentle, full of tenderness like water.

In the demon spirit space of black hatred.

Ye Fan and Hei Chou were suffering, like rolling magma into their bodies.

now,

With the strength of millions of merits, only the last beach with a diameter of less than ten meters remains.

Hei Qiu's whole body was shining brightly, with golden light rippling like water.

Most areas of the body are illuminated.

The black hatred was so painful that his consciousness began to blur.

But his three-meter-high burly body still did not bend and succumb.

He clenched his fists.

My lord... the lord is looking at me!

My lord, I'm... suffering from the same... pain!

I promised my lord!

I want to... become stronger!

Black hatred must become stronger in order to protect the lord!