"You can merge with the ninth level bloodline, how is this possible?" When Guderian heard Wu Ming's words, his first reaction was that he didn't believe it.

In the entire bloodline wizard system, there are only a dozen level nine wizard giants, and each of them is the shaping of the holy land.

Similarly, the bloodline of a level nine wizard is hard to come by, because no one is a weak person to be a level nine creature. It may be easy to defeat them, but it is too difficult to kill them.

More importantly, in high-end combat power, the secret wizard always suppresses the bloodline wizard.

In this case, in order to balance the bloodline wizard, the secret wizard even sets a special trap when multiple people join forces to hunt level nine creatures.

In the history of magic, one unsuccessful hunt was remembered. It was a secret wizard who created an illusion, forcing the blood wizard to believe that in a certain space crack, there was a single level nine creature living in a crack.

The blood wizard who did not know the truth rushed over with swearingly, but five giant-level wizards were ambushed by more than a dozen level nine secret wizards, and one giant was killed on the spot, leaving four people seriously injured and fled.

Since then, the giants among the blood wizards have become more conservative about hunting level nine creatures.

So it is hard for Guderian to believe that Wu Ming Shang finds the ninth-level bloodline to fusion, and those things are priceless treasures.

"Teacher, don't doubt me, I will prove it with facts. Now, let's start. I can't wait to merge with the mysterious bloodline of your invention." Wu Ming was still calm, with a confident smile on his face.

Seeing that nothing was found, Guderian stopped asking and said seriously: "If you want to fuse other bloodlines, your own physical fitness must at least reach the level of a great knight, otherwise it will explode like a balloon. I will test your physical data first. Only after you have complete data can you fine-tune the bloodlines and find the most perfect way to fusion."

"Please trouble you."

Wu Ming cooperated to record and leave his physical data in various detection instruments.

Half an hour later, all the tests were completed, and Guderian took his data and began to make the final adjustments to the mysterious bloodline.

"The bloodline I discovered has never been tested on the human body, and I don't know if there are any side effects. If you feel something is wrong, remember to say it out and never stand it hard."

Lying on the cold metal table, Wu Ming looked at the syringe holding the syringe and smiled and said, "Teacher, I'm not a child, come on!"

Goodrian nodded gently and stuck Wu Ming's hands and feet with a metal ring to prevent him from self-harm due to the pain.

Then, he took the syringe and stabbed Wu Ming's neck, and shot the light blue liquid inside the syringe into his major artery.

"Hiss!" This hurts much more than injections. Starting from the neck, the pain quickly spreads throughout the body.

This is a kind of pain from blood to skin, and then to bone marrow, and the power of blood transformation is blooming.

If Wu Ming is placed in the recovery warehouse of the technology world, he will come to an astonishing conclusion that his own genes are being replaced.

There are only 23 pairs of chromosomes in the human body, but after the two blood vessels merge, the chromosomes become 108 pairs.

From a genetic perspective, he is transforming from a human to an unknown creature, and this change is unscientific.

Because one kind of organism cannot be converted into other organisms, doing so will only cause its own genes to collapse, but in fact Wu Ming lives well.

"Teacher, I suddenly felt that it was no longer painful. My whole body was clean and cool. Is this normal?" Wu Ming asked with a frown on the metal table.

Guderian was very experienced in this. While debugging various potions for Wu Ming to drink, he replied indifferently: "The organs of the human body are very exquisite and have various coping mechanisms. Your own senses have blocked the feeling of pain, which is what is commonly called pain numbness!"

After hearing this answer, Wu Ming was speechless. No wonder he didn't feel the pain anymore.

But this is good. Although he can tolerate the pain, it is better not to have it. No one likes to torture himself except perverts.

However, he soon knew that he was wrong. As a bottle of red potion was poured down, the pain came again like a tide.

"Persevere, don't let the pain destroy your will. You must become the master of pain, not its slave." Every ten minutes, a bottle of potion is poured down, and the feeling of pain gradually surges.

Goodrian didn't know what he was recording, so he collected data from time to time and made subtle adjustments to the potion.

In Wu Ming's mind, there was nothing else but pain, and his soul tended to collapse.

But among those unknown potions, there is also the effect of stabilizing the soul. This feeling of being unable to die and not being able to survive is really...a kind of enjoyment.

"Struggling in pain and looking up at the sky in hell is exactly what I want!" Life is like being forced. Since you can't refuse, let go and enjoy it.

Wu Ming felt joy in pain and realized the pain from the whole body, from the inside out.

The pain lasted for three hours, and all kinds of mixed medicines were drunk for at least twenty bottles, and the whole fusion came to an end.

"Has it been successful?" Wu Ming was sweating profusely, just like a water mouse.

Goodrian shook his head slightly, took off the metal ring on his body, and said, "Half success, in the next three months, you will enter the fusion period from time to time, just survive this period."

"Three months, the fusion period of others is not that long, right?" Wu Ming has been at Lighthouse Academy for a while, and is not a novice who doesn't know anything.

At the beginning of the blood fusion, there was a period of fusion, but this process usually only lasts about three or five days.

That's it, the apprentice cannot tolerate the pain, and suicide occurs from time to time, because during the fusion, no suppression agent cannot be used, and the pain can only be persisted by oneself.

"Others don't have that long, but this kind of bloodline is different. Its fusion period is super long, far beyond any bloodline I know." After saying this, Guderian looked at the culture tank again, and said happily: "There is half left, and I may be able to perform a bloodline transplant for another person."

When Wu Ming heard Guderian talking about this mysterious bloodline, he turned his head and looked at the cultivation tank.

After a while, Wu Ming withdrew his gaze and said, "Teacher, if I were you, I would ruin it."

"What?" Goodrian seemed to have not heard it clearly, and then made a decision.

Wu Ming paused word by word, answered in a very affirmative tone: "What is unique and valuable, what do you think?"

Goodrian looked at him as if he had known him for the first time.

No, this is the first time that both sides have met. Although Guderian is vain, he is not a fool.

From Wu Ming's words, he heard the naked possession and the domineering attitude that he did not share with others. This is definitely not a character that noble people have.

"Teacher, don't cause trouble for yourself. I respect you very much, and you should respect me too." Wu Ming didn't want this bloodline to appear on the second person because Abidise was also making this bloodline.

On the surface, he and Abidise are good brothers, but in fact Wu Ming is just acting, acting in a script with deep brotherhood.

To be fair, Abidise became too strong and did not do him any benefit at all.

All Wu Ming needed was a treasure hunter who stood in front and could give him opportunities, rather than a mountain that was pressed on his head and could not be moved away.

"If you persist, I will do that." Looking at Wu Ming's gaze, Guderian couldn't help but lower his head.

He was obviously a second-level wizard, and Wu Ming was just an apprentice who was not a formal wizard, but when he met those eyes, he felt very scared.

In the dark, it seemed like a voice was telling him that if he didn't do this, it would be a big deal, and it was aimed at him.

"Teacher, if things are dry today, some things burned in an experimental accident. No one would doubt it. Are you right?" Wu Ming said expressionlessly, as if asking for the other party's opinions.

Goodrian nodded with difficulty. He didn't know what was wrong with him, and he spoke hoarsely: "Of course!"

"Thank you, my respected mentor, I will respect you as always and become your pride." Wu Ming stood up and walked out, and soon left the laboratory.

No one noticed that Wu Ming, who was pushing the door, was not as calm as before, but leaned against the wall and gasped heavily.

Mental oppression is a small method of magic, and it is also a small skill that does not require magic but can be used as long as mental power.

Wu Ming took a few deep breaths, calmed down his breathing, and whispered: "Godrien, you won't let me down..."
Chapter completed!