The following scene is not unfamiliar to Ling Yun, when he healed Ziruo before, he also injected the aura glowing with purple in her body into her wound to restore her life, but today from the body of the Heavenly City Lord's pavilion, the aura like a coiling dragon that she saw was more than a hundred times that of the aura seen before, like a huge torrent, rushing towards herself.

The infusion of a huge amount of spiritual energy made Ling Yun's empty body become full all of a sudden, as if the river was washing and flowing through the dry earth, and it was like a sponge soaked in the river water to quickly absorb water and expand, but this torrent-like aura was too huge, not only moistening Ling Yun's dry body, but also submerging Ling Yun's entire body, as if immersed in water, his nose, eyes and mouth were flooded with a steady stream of spiritual energy, choking him almost suffocated.

The endless aura is not just a river, it seems to be poured into the entire ocean of Ling Yun's body, as if a person is trapped by others, breaking his mouth and nose, and insisting on pouring him water, even if his stomach is about to burst, he still has to continue to pour water, this uncomfortable feeling is worse than death.

But Ling Yun didn't have the strength to struggle at all, even if the aura was poured into his body, it couldn't be driven by him, but like a worm that had penetrated into his body, he kept drilling between his limbs and hundreds of bones, looking for every gap that could enter, and even slammed into the bones and flesh, making Ling Yun feel painful.

Ling Yun's consciousness was close to blurring, and in a trance, this body was no longer his own, like a prisoner tortured on a torture rack, in pain, but he didn't even have the strength to struggle, fainted and fell into eternal darkness, but it didn't take long for him to wake up from severe pain, and face this hellish uncomfortable feeling again, feeling the real pain on his body.

"Heavenly City Lord, I'm afraid that ten thousand pots of spiritual energy are enough! You have never believed that this is the best furnace in the world, and now what the result is, anyone can see through it at a glance, he can withstand the pressure of ten thousand pots of spiritual energy, the result is that I won, you lost, now take the bet." Xin Ci said.

"Hmph, I haven't finished injecting it yet, don't you know that my method of injecting spirits can't be calculated in the world? I have always had the virtue of a good life, and injecting spirits will not be as rude and arrogant as others, not to mention a little gentleness, but a long stream of water, slowly injected into the young man's body, and will not hurt his body, so, that ten thousand pots of spiritual energy, let alone I have to inject it for half an hour, where can it end so quickly!"

Originally, the speed of infusion will indeed vary from person to person, some are fast and some are slow, but there is no possibility that it will take half an hour for ten thousand pots of spiritual energy to be injected, even if it is calculated at the slowest infusion speed, half an hour will be injected with a full 200,000 aura, Lingyun Even if he is the best furnace in the world, he suddenly accepts 200,000 pots of aura, and he is afraid that he will explode and die.

Xin Ci instantly understood the trick of the Heavenly City Lord, he wanted to use the loophole in calculating the number of spiritual energy pots to inject more spiritual energy, until Ling Yun's body had so much spiritual energy that he blew himself up and died, under the pretext that the furnace he found was vulnerable, and he could avoid losing this gamble by prevaricating in the past, but Xin Ci was not a vegetarian, how could he let this guy cheat so blatantly!

"Heavenly City Lord, I won't use time to calculate how much aura is injected, this is too unfair to you, after all, you are different from other immortals, you can control the speed of the spirit injection at will, it has reached an unprecedented height, even the creation god is ashamed of himself, I am afraid they would not have thought that with the aura transformed by their body, they can also control the speed of the spirit injection at will. Xin Ci gave a spicy taunt, but the Heavenly City Lord didn't hear it.

"Of course, my calculations must be accurate enough. Xin Ci took out a green bottle from his waist and continued, "This bottle is an ancient relic, specially used to carry aura, no matter how much aura is put into this bottle, it can be accommodated, and every 10,000 pots of aura, the color of this bottle will change once, so you can stop now, we can witness together, if you only change the color once, it will be 10,000 pots of aura, if it changes color twice, it will be 20,000 pots of aura, and so on." ”

"Hmph, fool me with a broken bottle, when I'm so easy to fiddle with?" The Heavenly City Lord continued to frantically inject spiritual energy, but it was a pity that he only injected spiritual energy continuously, and could not greatly expand the speed of spiritual infusion, so for a while, the spiritual energy received by Ling Yun was relatively stable, and it would not increase to hundreds of thousands of pots, which would inevitably blow him to pieces like a powerful nuclear bomb.

"Hehe, Heavenly City Lord, you don't have to be so hypocritical, I have seen through your tricks, I don't want to fulfill my promise at all, let alone face the ending of losing the bet, I am willing to gamble and lose the true gentleman, this is too much like a man. Xin Ci said, his eyes full of disdain.

Qiu Ying said worriedly: "He...... He's dying, auntie. ”

When the Lord of the Heavenly City heard this, he was overjoyed, this kid has been holding on for so long, and the input aura is about 50,000 pots, and he can't imagine that he is still alive and well, and now he is finally showing his decline, presumably he is about to die, and he must pay attention to sealing his body in the seal with a rune, so as not to make my elegant abode smell and dirty when it explodes.

"Who said that I don't want to fulfill my promise, Xin Ci, I am a dignified immortal, a promise of a thousand gold, when I reach ten thousand pots of spirit, I will naturally stop, and the victory or defeat will naturally be known when the time comes, you are now spreading rumors and lies, if you have to say that I lost, then I can only stop and take back the aura, and the original gamble should be invalid!"

Xin Ci glanced at Ling Yun, who was supported by pain, and felt a little bad in his heart, but what could he do when he encountered this kind of laipi, no longer speak, let him continue to inject his spirit, maybe he had survived this threshold, Ling Yun has since become not only the whole world but also all places outside the world, the best furnace, it is not known, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and now he can only depend on his own life.

Ling Yun's consciousness has long been blurred, only to feel that the body is in hell, there is constantly a violent flood of aura filling the body, like a stormy wave crashing against the embankment, but different from the suffocation feeling at the beginning, Ling Yun is actually in a painful coma, gradually accustomed to this kind of pain, the degree of human endurance is constantly decreasing, from a person who thinks that he will not be restrained in any way, to the young blood subsided, living an ordinary and regular life, in the hearts of young people, that kind of days are like prisons, but the middle-aged people who have been depressed are willing to eat, and they are afraid of losing this cage-like life。

Ling Yun is in this state at the moment, starting from the surging aura that continues to impact the body, feeling great pain, suffocating discomfort, and gradually finding himself accustomed to this pain, and when he can survive, his body and consciousness begin to accept this continuous pain at the same time, and immerse himself in it, in the end, pain has become his normal state, has become an indispensable part, let this pain continue, once the body adapts, this adaptation will become extremely terrible, and no matter how much pain and injury will be taken for granted。

After getting used to the pain, the stormy waves became like a gentle breeze, and the sparkling lake, lying on the grass on the shore, the body itched from time to time, reminding him that the pain was still with him, and it was not completely gone, but when he got more and more used to it, the itching sensation became more and more slight.

But the Heavenly City Lord miscalculated Ling Yun's situation, looking at his frowning and painful appearance, he thought that he would explode and die at any time, and the spirit was even more unrelenting, and he was engrossed, but after all the spiritual energy entered Ling Yun's body, it was like sea water pouring into a bottomless abyss, and he didn't know where to go, but the abyss would never be filled, so that the Heavenly City Lord had to have a suspicious mind in his heart, could it be that Xin Ci deliberately made a ghost?

Once he had the idea of doubt, the Heavenly City Lord Zhu Ling was no longer so active, but intermittently, and even began to want to withdraw the aura, for fear that Xin Ci would do something to Ling Yun and steal all his aura, and this woman with a lot of thoughts would probably do so.

"Damn, is this the furnace ding? Is this still a person? His body is like a poor qi that devours everything, an abyss beast, no matter how much spiritual energy is stuffed into it, there is no shadow, this is definitely your troublemaker, I don't believe that there is such a human body in the world!" The Heavenly City Lord said fiercely, he finally stopped injecting spirits, but Ling Yun was not dead, nor did he explode himself, just closed his eyes as if lying on the beach basking in the sun with a leisurely expression, there were probably 100,000 pots of spiritual energy injected into his body, but it had no effect, and all fell into the abyss.

"Hmph, I am willing to lose the bet, since he did not die and inherited all the aura you injected, it means that he is the best furnace in the world, and he can easily withstand ten thousand pots of aura, you lose, the two hundred thousand pots of aura, don't play tricks if you owe me!" Xin Ci said.

The Heavenly City Lord didn't expect that the words just now would expose the end of his loss, but the words had already been spoken, so he couldn't take them back, so he could only stubbornly say: "Hmph, I lost, but you did something on the furnace, this is the reason why I lost, otherwise, how could I lose?"

"I've never seen such a ridiculous person, losing is losing, is it embarrassing to be the lord of the Heavenly City!" Xin Ci scolded.

"Hahahaha, since you know that I am the lord of the Heavenly City, you should know that this is my territory, on my territory, blatantly cheating, do you know, I like to gamble the most in my life, but what I hate the most is that someone cheats in the gambling game, there was once a leader of the dragon clan because he bet with me, he made a thousand dollars in the gambling game, and I stripped off the dragon scales of his whole body, hundreds of thousands of years, and he has not recovered, and now he is hiding when he hears my name, but you are sent to the door today!"