Chen Zhao called this flame the Primordial Flame.
This flame couldn't create a demon king.
It just instinctively created and fused all kinds of demon bloodlines.
Then it created new demons.
Chen Zhao realized that his hair was falling out.
It was replaced by a head of white hair.
Chen Zhao rubbed his head with a bitter smile. It seemed like he would have to dye his hair when he got out.
Chen Zhao knew the changes in his body like the back of his hand.
Even at his level, it was impossible.
He could clearly feel every change in his body.
Even if it was a cell disease, Chen Zhao could notice it.
This was also why diseases couldn't attack Chen Zhao anymore.
What was supernatural? First, it was power that surpassed nature.
One's body was also a part of nature.
One's body was the most difficult part to defeat.
Right now, Chen Zhao had done exactly that.
Chen Zhao absorbed the flame into his body again and again and then expelled it.
However, the bloodlines of Gluttony and King of Wrath were extremely high-level bloodlines.
So, there wasn't much in the flame that could make up for the genetic factors of these two bloodlines.
This flame was more about fusion.
It helped Chen Zhao better fuse the two bloodlines.
This flame could record genetic factors and help people fuse bloodlines.
It was like a fusion machine.
Chen Zhao suddenly thought of a question. Could he add God's blood?
He had a lot of God's blood.
Chen Zhao took out a drop of God's blood and dripped it on the flame.
At the same time, he swallowed another drop.
Then he absorbed the God's blood again.
It worked! When the flame flowed in his body.
The God's blood in his stomach seemed to be activated too.
It fused into Chen Zhao's bloodline.
A very slight change.
It might not even be one in ten thousand.
It was even thinner than Haley's bloodline, which had been separated by thirty or forty generations.
One reason was that Chen Zhao's bloodline was already strong enough.
Other than fusion, this flame could also be used as a optimization program.
It could also be used as a optimization program.
It could write more outstanding factors into the bloodline.
Chen Zhao tasted more God's blood, but most of it didn't change him at all.
After all, a lot of God's blood was repeated.
Plus, the God's bloodline wasn't very helpful to Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao used more than ten portions of God's blood from different deities. In the end, he increased the God's blood from one in ten thousand to one in a thousand. It was still very thin.
Chen Zhao took out a piece of flesh. Hercules' flesh.
This was the first time Chen Zhao had killed a god.
Although he was only a demigod, Heracles still possessed power that surpassed most gods.
Back then, Chen Zhao had destroyed Hercules.
However, Chen Zhao still thought that the flesh of a god was good stuff.
He had collected a lot of Hercules' flesh.
Now, it came in handy.
Chen Zhao ate a small piece of Hercules' flesh.
Then he inhaled the flames.
At that moment, Chen Zhao felt a very, very special way of using power.
This method of using the bloodline to activate the body and use power.
This method could turn the muscles and skin into steel, and it could also be rearranged to form a stronger body.
As expected of the God of Strength, he was similar to Chen Zhao. They both walked the path of strength.
But the two had completely different ways of using power.
This was originally an ability unique to Hercules.
But now, it was Chen Zhao's.
Chen Zhao felt that he had a small breakthrough again.
Originally, the Primordial Regression Technique was only at the fourth level, but now, he could open up to the fifth level.
This was because he had grasped Titan's method of using power and integrated it into his own system.
Chen Zhao tried to load this mode.
His muscles wriggled quickly. His body didn't change, but Chen Zhao felt that his basic constitution had increased by leaps and bounds.
In Chen Zhao's eyes, the Primordial Flame was a huge treasure.
No divine artifact or treasure in the world could compare to the Primordial Flame.
Now, Chen Zhao understood.
The twelfth level wasn't about fighting, but understanding.
Only by completely understanding this level could he pass the twelfth level.
But Chen Zhao still couldn't understand it completely.
So, Chen Zhao didn't pass.
He needed to study it for a long time.
He couldn't completely understand it after one or two times.
…
When Chen Zhao walked out of the Tower of Trials, the people nearby thought that he was a stranger when they saw the white-haired Chen Zhao.
Only when they got close did they realize that it was Chen Zhao.
"President, are you planning to change your style? But white hair really doesn't suit you. "As an experienced hair dye enthusiast, Morid had tried almost all kinds of hair colors, including green.
Chen Zhao glared at Morid. "I'm going back to black."
"President, how about I recommend you a barber?"
Chen Zhao rolled his eyes. It was just hair dye. Why the hell did he recommend a barber?
"President, it's a magic barber."
"How's he different from a regular barber? Can he set off fireworks on my hair? "
"Not really. He can use his magic to control the length of the customer's hair."
"If that's the case, I can do it too. I don't need anyone else."
Chen Zhao still liked a crew cut, mainly because as an enhancer, he almost always fought hand-to-hand with his enemies.
He was afraid that one day, someone would pull his hair.
It wouldn't affect the outcome.
But in the end, there would still be this worry.
"Fine, pretend I didn't say anything." Morid shrugged.
Chen Zhao left the Supernatural Organization's headquarters directly.
He found a high-end barber in the city.
"Help me dye my hair black. Thank you."
A young and pretty female barber came up.
In fact, this barber was high-end because almost all of them were pretty girls.
"Sir, do you need to do a treatment first?
Dying your hair is really bad. " No matter where, barbers seemed to like to promote themselves.
No matter where, barbers liked to promote themselves.
"How long?"
"Half an hour."
Chen Zhao checked the time. "Okay."
Chen Zhao lay down on the bed.
The pretty barber massaged his head.
She bent down and whispered into Chen Zhao's ear, "Sir, we have more services here."
"Thank you, but no need."
In the United States, there were a lot of businesses that sold dog meat under sheep's skin.
Beauty salons, gyms, or food bars.
But these places were all high-end.
Even if they didn't need special services, they still had to pay a lot.
Moreover, the staff didn't work for just anyone.
From the floor-to-ceiling windows, Chen Zhao could see the people in the parking lot.
Therefore, they could clearly see what kind of cars the customers who came here were driving, and thus determine how much money they could get from the customers.
Clearly, Chen Zhao's car tempted them.
"Sir, I know many positions, and I can …"
Chen Zhao took out a few hundred-dollar bills from somewhere. "Wake me up in half an hour. I'm going to sleep."
"Yes, sir." The hairdresser's face lit up with joy.
(End of Chapter)
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