Chapter: 2027
Fortunately, there are a lot of treasures in the space ring to replenish qi and blood, otherwise it really wouldn't be able to absorb such high-intensity.

Even so, Zhang Han's face was less rosy and more pale than before.

Gradually, Zhang Han has reached the state of ecstasy.

The efficiency is another 30% higher, and the speed shuttles forward at a high speed, and it will stop for three seconds to absorb energy after passing hundreds of meters.

And there are more clouds in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Two hundred and eighty, three hundred and twenty, four hundred and fifty.

When Yun Duo reached 700, Zhang Han's head felt a little swollen.

It's like being full.

But he knew he could absorb a lot more.

The number of clouds represents talent, and has a complementary relationship with Dantian.

The pubic region is yang, and the sea of ​​consciousness is yin.

The first five-inch dantian represents the formation of 555 clouds, and the six-inch dantian is 666.

The number of nine-inch dantians and even poles is nine hundred and ninety-nine.

And the weird ten-inch dantian has broken through the shackles. Zhang Han doesn't know where the limit is.

But even if you know it.

When the number of clouds reaches nine hundred.

Nine hundred and one clouds, ten times the size of the previous cloud!

In this way, Zhang Han absorbed more, and the speed of cloud formation slowed down.

Nine hundred and eleven... nine hundred and thirty, nine hundred and seventy... nine hundred and ninety.

Zhang Han only felt a splitting headache.

This is a tearing pain!

A pain from the soul!

"But, I haven't reached the limit yet!"

Zhang Han's eyes gradually turned red. Regardless of the tearing pain, he continued to slaughter the Flame Soul and absorb energy.

Those who have great perseverance can achieve great things.

No one's success is accidental. Zhang Han's original strength has also gone through countless dangers.

Nine hundred and ninety-five, nine hundred and ninety-six, nine hundred and ninety-seven...

"Hiss... hoo..."

Zhang Han has already started to breathe heavily, his eyes are red.

This pain was like a thousand arrows piercing his heart, like countless ants biting his body.