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Qingyun Mountain, located eighty miles outside the city, this is the former site of the Ranwu Temple.

When the Great Xia was founded, after two hundred years, he was jealous of this ancient sect, and the army went together, I don't know how many masters were sent, and they fought hard for ten days and ten nights.

The thousand-year-old temple was burned, and many masters were buried in the fire.

On the mountain, in front of a ruined temple, Qin Hao was covered in sweat, exuding steaming heat, and he was wearing black heavy armor, his arms, legs, and body were wrapped in the heavy armor, and the ground under his feet was deeply sunken.

"Three thousand times."

Qin Hao gritted his teeth, his face was hideous, as if he had suffered great pain, his body trembled violently, under the pressure of this black heavy armor, his bones made a creaking sound, but he still insisted, his fists rushed out, hitting the towering ancient tree in front of him.

Rumble.

The ancient trees shook and rumbled, and the earth trembled, and the fallen leaves flew and drifted into the distance.

Heavy armor presses, this is the oldest body refining method, wearing heavy armor every day for the most basic exercises, squeezing the potential of the body, muscles, membranes, muscles and bones and even the five organs, the blood will undergo transformation under this terrifying pressure, but this transformation is subtle, but this transformation can be accumulated over time, water droplets through the stone, once this step is reached, the body will undergo earth-shaking changes.

"Okay, let's practice fencing again."

Qin Hao was wearing heavy armor, walked to the side, and picked up a black long sword, this sword was more than a person tall, the sword body was wide, and there was no blade, purely for the sake of pursuing weight and giving up the light killing characteristics of the sword itself.

Rumble.

Qin Hao held the long sword and stabbed it out, his muscles were tense, like a big bow pulled out, his whole body was red, and his blood seemed to be bursting by this pressure, when he was exerting his strength, the power suddenly exploded, every time his sword stabbed out, there would be a sound of air crackling, the wind around him was screaming, and the blade was glowing with cold light, but there was no trembling.

It takes not only great power, but also terrifying control.

Just like Qin Lei's spear, it is only more than two hundred catties, and ordinary disciples can wield it freely, but the black giant sword in Qin Hao's hand is two thousand catties.

"Nine hundred."

"Nine hundred and one."

Qin Hao practiced almost masochistically, the bones of his whole body creaked under the pressure of the heavy armor and the black sword, as if they would break at any time, and the violent soreness and numbness spread all over his body, his whole body was full of green tendons, and the blood was bubbling and boiling, extremely hot, filling under the skin.

Hiss.

He gasped, only to feel pain all over his body, as if crushed by the terrifying force, his throat was dry and painful as if smoking, his knuckles were white, and the sweat oozing from his pores was bloodshot and red.

"Can't hold on to this? You're such a piece of shit. Qin Hao roared angrily, like a wild beast.

"I can't bear this bit of suffering, it's better to die." Qin Hao was harsh on himself and almost perverted, he was carrying too much, as early as that night six years ago, he swore that one day, he would make those people pay.

"No one can touch my family unless I die."

Thinking of this, Qin Hao's loose fists clenched unnaturally, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and the black long sword roared like thunder and lightning, stabbing out violently, and the surrounding air fluctuated, rolling up the wind and roaring.

Finally, I don't know how long it took, Qin Hao completed 1,500 stabbing trainings.

At this moment, the sweat all over his body evaporated, turned into mist, and his whole body fluctuated violently, his physical energy consumption was too huge, if he was an ordinary person, even if he could withstand such strength, he would have died of exhaustion.

But over the years, his body has gradually transformed under this kind of perverted cultivation, the activity of his muscles has been stimulated, his muscles and bones have become as strong as the black python bow, and his entire physical fitness has been greatly improved, and his strength has reached 5,000 catties.

That's right, five thousand catties of huge power, almost half of the masters of the Divine Power Realm.

This kind of power is enough to be called a monster among the many disciples of the Qin family, because Dan Yang's way, the medicinal power penetrates deep into the flesh and blood, and it is more transformed into potential, but the strength has not improved much, just like Qin Lei, his flesh and blood activity is extremely high, and it is very likely that he will step into the realm of divine power in the future, but his current strength is about five hundred catties, which is already regarded as a genius.

The way of refining the body, but it is gradual, gradually improving the body's functions, and the strength is increasing day by day, but this growth is often accompanied by unimaginable pain, and the amplitude is very small, like Qin Hao, after five years of penance, it will reach five thousand catties, which is unheard of.

"That ancient map is definitely an ancient body refining method, and I actually got it." Qin Hao became more and more sure that this ancient map was found under the Buddha image in the temple of Chaowu, called the Twenty-Four Cave Ancient Map.

It is recorded above that the potential of the human body is unlimited and unbounded, and the heaven and earth are combined, the limbs are like heavenly pillars, the spine is like a big dragon, the dantian is like an abyss, the mud pill is like an abyss, the big dragon comes out of the abyss, breaks the heavenly pillar, and ascends to the immortal gate, but there are heavy shackles, which makes the human body become ordinary, and the hidden dragon should not be used.

Only by breaking the shackles can we release our potential, and the flying dragon is in the sky. These shackles are the twenty-four acupuncture points hidden in the human body.

According to the cultivation method on the ancient map, Qin Hao oppressed the body with heavy armor every day, carried out basic cultivation, and trained strength; Using the epee as a weapon, practice stabbing and training control, day after day, year after year.

It stands to reason that this kind of almost perverted cultivation will only backfire if there is no panacea to nourish the body, but that ancient figure has found another way, every time he finishes his practice, Qin Hao will wear heavy armor, put himself in the red-hot iron sand, and then prick the acupoint with golden needles, pressing inside and outside, and impacting the ancient acupoint.

This is the most terrifying practice, at that time, the five organs are churning, the muscles and bones are trembling, the blood seems to be roaring like an angry sea, constantly impacting, and the internal and external shocks make his whole person tremble at a specific frequency, and it seems that it will collapse at any time.

However, the strange thing is that after practicing like this every day, the injuries on Qin Hao's body will be miraculously healed the next day, and the fatigue will disappear with it.

In this way, in five years, he penetrated the twenty-three ancient acupoints of his body, reaching a huge strength of five thousand catties.

Now only the last one remains.

"We must succeed today." Qin Hao was wearing heavy armor and stepped into the huge copper furnace, the flames below were burning vigorously, but inside the furnace was reddish iron sand.

This is already the eighth time he has impacted the last acupuncture point, the golden needle pierced into the body, penetrated deep into the bone marrow, the boiling hot air ran down the pores, and the blood stirred, his green silk stood upside down, the bones of his whole body were trembling, the inside and outside were one, and they vibrate.

Yes......

Qin Hao screamed miserably, heartbreaking, even the beasts in the jungle were frightened away, this kind of pain was like being in purgatory, it was not something ordinary people could bear at all, but he had tried eight times, and he still refused to give up.

"The power of five thousand catties is nothing, if you don't enter the realm of divine power, you will end up as an ant." Yin Hong's blood flowed out of his pores, Qin Hao knew that the stronger his strength, the more the Qin family would not tolerate him, unless he really stepped into the realm of divine power, he was equivalent to a nobleman and enjoyed many privileges, so that even if someone in the top of the Qin family wanted to touch him, he had to have scruples.

So over the years, he has endured it, just to accumulate strength, with the help of Gu Tu, hoping to set foot in the realm of divine power.

"What's the point of having your veins broken? Even if it is death, I want to get a glimpse of the mortal realm and break it for me. Qin Hao roared, his momentum was like a mountain in the sky, his will was unshakable, his consciousness gradually became ethereal, and all of them turned into the flesh, this is the key of life and death, if he does not succeed, he will die.

"Amitabha."

At this moment, a Buddha's horn sounded through the mountains and forests, and at the same time, an old monk in gray walked with a wooden cane, followed by a little novice in a white robe.

"Master, what is he doing?" The white-robed little novice pointed at Qin Hao and said.

"He's going through purgatory." The gray-clothed old monk stopped, his eyes deep.

"Master, do you want to save him?" The white-robed little novice showed a look of compassion and asked urgently.

"Why save? The Buddha has clouds, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell. The gray-clothed old monk folded his hands and chanted the Buddha's name.

The white-robed little novice touched his bare head, revealing a look of doubt.

"Master, I don't understand."

"If you want to be detached, you must first perish, and how can you see immeasurable light without passing through the endless darkness." The gray-clothed monk stuck his wooden staff into the ground and sat down.

"Master is saying that this benefactor is going to be transcendent and see my Buddha?" The white-robed little novice wondered.

The gray-clothed old monk shook his head: "One thought to become a Buddha, one thought can also become a demon, ten directions, if he succeeds, it will be terrible." ”

"How scary?" The white-robed little novice asked innocently.

"Enough to be your future enemy." The gray-clothed old monk said expressionlessly.

"Hahaha." At this moment, a wild laugh startled, shaking the mountains and forests: "Old bald donkey, you are not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue." ”