PFC Chapter 474 The flesh and blood are weak, and the divine machine ascends!
Chapter 474 The flesh and blood are weak, and the divine machine ascends!
Feng Baobao was being pulled by him, and for the first time, a look of obvious surprise appeared in her clear eyes.
She let go of Zhang Chulan's wrist and tightened her grip on the short knife at her waist.
The blade was slightly out of the sheath, and he looked vigilantly at the "creeping" walls around him.
Wang Ye was the last one to enter, and the gap closed silently behind him.
His brows were furrowed, and the black and white Qi in front of him kept flowing.
Resisting the ubiquitous pressure around him and the strange energy field that distorts his mind.
"It's not just a stove..."
Wang Ye said in a deep voice, his eyes swept sharply over the flesh-like walls and the green lines flowing with energy.
"It's more like a...living formation core.
A monster that was forcibly pieced together from flesh and blood and divine creations!"
His gaze finally fell on the center of this strange space.
That is where the energy shines brightest and the buzzing sound is loudest.
Thick, pale white supports that were either metal or bone.
It extends out from the surrounding walls of flesh and blood like some kind of evil altar.
And in the center of the altar, a figure was entangled and penetrated by countless pipes and fascia flowing with emerald green energy!
It’s Ma Xianhong!
But at this moment, he was no longer in human form.
The broken black battle armor seemed to have melted.
With his flesh, blood, tendons, and the pipes and brackets extending from the wall,
They were forcibly grafted together in an extremely horrifying way!
The emerald green energy flowed like an electric current between his body and the connected objects.
With every flow, his fused body would emit a teeth-grinding sound of bones dislocating and metal friction.
His head was lowered, and his face could not be seen clearly.
But I could sense a crazier, colder, and more inhuman aura than before.
Emitting from the body that was being forcibly transformed.
He was no longer simply wearing armor, but was becoming the armor itself.
Become part of this whole melting pot of flesh and blood!
"Ma...Ma Xianhong..."
Zhang Chulan's voice was trembling. The scene before him was completely beyond his cognition.
That was a more horrifying mutation than direct death.
"Be careful."
Su Chen's voice startled Zhang Chulan awake. He was suspended in mid-air, staring at Ma Xianhong in the center with a serious look.
“He is being assimilated, or rather… refined.
This entire space was draining away his vitality and divine power.
There is also energy injected from the outside, which undergoes some kind of... transformation."
Feng Baobao's blade has been completely unsheathed, and the blade reflects an icy light under the reflection of the blood.
She stared at Ma Xianhong in the center, who was undergoing inhuman changes, and seemed to sense extreme danger.
"This aura...is still growing stronger."
Wang Ye's expression was extremely ugly.
“The furnace is creating something with him at its core that we cannot understand.
If this continues, the things that come out..."
The words have not yet been spoken!
"Ho... ho ho..."
A burst of intermittent laughter, like a broken bellows, mixed with extreme pain and strange excitement,
It came from the mouth of the figure with his head lowered in the center of the altar.
Ma Xianhong,
Slowly raised his head.
When Ma Xianhong raised his face, there were no longer many human features.
His eyes were completely replaced by a violent green light, like two burning will-o'-the-wisp flames.
Skin and broken pieces of Wudou armor, as well as the pale white brackets and emerald green pipes extending from the wall,
They are merging and proliferating at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Metal is embedded in flesh, fascia is wrapped around bones,
It emits a hair-raising "crackling" sound and a "sizzling" sound of energy flowing.
"Hehe...hehe...come...come all..."
The words that came out of his mouth were no longer clear.
Instead, it was a distorted sound mixed with metal rubbing, flesh tearing, and energy roaring.
Every syllable was sung with wild joy and extreme pain.
"Old horse!"
Zhang Chulan took a half step back in shock, the light of the Golden Light Curse flickered violently around him.
I was almost overwhelmed by the terrifying scene and the overwhelming pressure.
"You...what have you become?!"
Feng Baobao did not retreat, but took a step forward.
The body sank slightly, holding the knife with both hands,
The blade pointed directly at the figure in the center of the altar that was undergoing a horrific change.
In her clear eyes, the distorted figure of Ma Xianhong was reflected.
It was calm and peaceful, with only a hint of cold murderous intent slowly gathering.
Wang Ye's expression became extremely solemn, and the black and white Qi in front of him circulated faster.
They barely formed a relatively stable area around the four people.
Resisting the increasingly powerful energy pressure and mental shock.
"Something's wrong... This feeling..."
Wang Ye stared at Ma Xianhong and the energy field around him that was constantly twisting and expanding.
"This level of interference with reality... is like... an interior scene?!"
He looked at Su Chen suddenly:
“Su Chen! Could it be that the inner scene of Ma Xianhong was magnified by the self-cultivation furnace?
Are we being dragged into his mental world?!"
This speculation seems to explain the flesh and blood space that is beyond common sense and Ma Xianhong's inhuman changes.
The interior scene is the embodiment of the spiritual world of the aliens. Although the forms are different,
But the interior is so huge, so substantial, and even able to force outsiders in.
Simply unheard of!
However, Su Chen slowly shook his head.
He was suspended in mid-air, and Feng Hou Qimen's perception had reached its peak.
The invisible tentacles of wind are carefully analyzing every corner of this space.
Feel the pulse of every inch of the flesh and blood wall, the trajectory of every energy flow.
"Do not."
Su Chen's voice was low and certain, with a hint of heart-pounding understanding.
“This is not an interior view.”
He looked sharply at the pulsating walls around him and the dome above which was constantly dripping with sticky liquid.
Finally, it fell back on Ma Xianhong, who was expanding wildly.
"This is not a projection of the spiritual level. The material here... is real."
Su Chen spoke word by word, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye's hearts.
“Although the use and expression of energy is extremely distorted,
But the basis of this space is real matter!
This self-cultivation furnace combines Ma Xianhong's divine machine and the four external energies.
With him as the core, a real, distorted space was forcibly created here!"
"What?! Creating...real space?!"
For the first time, Wang Ye showed an expression of disbelief and horror on his face.
Create a real world with human power?
This was beyond his understanding of magic!
Zhang Chulan's scalp tingled when he heard this:
"You mean... we're not in a furnace now,
But in a...created...little world?!"
"That's understandable."
Su Chen's eyes were fixed on Ma Xianhong.
"A living... furnace hell constructed with flesh, blood, magic tools and enormous energy!"
In the brief moment of their conversation,
The appearance of Ma Xianhong in the center of the altar underwent an even more drastic change!
His body was no longer a simple fusion, but was expanding wildly!
"Roar--!!!"
A roar that was not like a human voice exploded from the depths of his throat!