The number of pains increased, and Zhen Cheng gradually became numb, or rather, he got used to it.

Whether Zhen Cheng wanted it or not, the torture of the Black Death Weapon Spirit was waiting there every night. Zhen Cheng didn't know if the painful torture of the Black Death Machine Spirit would affect his future life as a husband and wife.

Fortunately, Wu Xin was not feeling well during this time, otherwise Zhen Cheng really didn't know how to deal with it.

Silence, this is Zhen Cheng's only attitude towards the Black Death Machine Spirit in the past two days. This feeling is the same as the feeling of a prostitute who has been abused by a guest, very comfortable and humiliated, but she just doesn't want to speak.

The comfort was brought by the milky white gas of the lower dantian, and the humiliation was imposed on Zhen Cheng by the Black Death Weapon Spirit.

Fearfully hugged Wu Xin to sleep, wanting to have a good night's rest, longing for the Black Death Weapon Spirit to forget Zhen Cheng who tortured him, and was disappointed again.

Tomorrow is going to compete with Liu Qiang, Zhen Cheng hopes to have a good sleep, but now it seems impossible.

Zhen Cheng waited in silence for the Black Death Weapon Spirit to leave, because only then could he enter the Lower Dantian and nourish the thirsty Mud Pill Palace.

"Strange!" The Black Death Weapon Spirit looked at Zhen Cheng's Mud Pill Palace, and said to himself in confusion, "Why does your Mud Pill Palace seem to be bigger?" ”

The old man's voice was full of incomprehension, but Zhen Cheng had no intention of talking. How big his Mud Pill Palace was, Zhen Cheng didn't know it himself. It's big, it's small, and what can it do?

Every time he entered the Mud Pill Palace, it was at the moment when he had just slept soundly, he had no choice, just like an out-of-body soul, and his consciousness appeared in his Mud Pill Palace.

If interpreted from the perspective of modern medicine, schizophrenia should be the most appropriate word.

Psychologists say that in the depths of a person's brain, there are many "mes", when he was in college before, Zhen Cheng didn't believe it, but now that the facts are in front of him, Zhen Cheng has to believe it.

"You're worried about tomorrow's competition?" After looking at Zhen Cheng's Mud Pill Palace, the party didn't say anything, and the black corpse spirit said with disdain Zhen Cheng's thoughts, "That scum-like opponent is also worth worrying about?" ”

Thinking about his agreement with the fierce spirit, the black corpse spirit felt that it was necessary for him to talk to Zhen Cheng.

Zhen Cheng still didn't want to speak, a black corpse weapon spirit who didn't even pay attention to the ancestors of the Jindan period, the foundation building period was indeed as ordinary as potatoes and cabbage.

Zhen Cheng wanted to argue a few words, but after thinking about it, he gave up. If he asked himself to ask the Black Death Weapon Spirit to help him defeat Liu Qiang, Zhen Cheng would look down on him.

"This is my business, don't bother you!"

"Just you?" The old man's voice was full of disdain, and the Black Death Weapon Spirit struck unceremoniously, "The last time you faced Liu Gang, you actually wanted to use a weapon to sneak attack, it is enough to show that you don't have the confidence to defeat your opponent!" ”

"I don't want to show my strength, don't think I'm so embarrassed!" The taste of being looked down upon by others was very uncomfortable, and Zhen Cheng felt that it was necessary for him to correct some of the mistakes of the Black Death Machine Spirit.

"What strength do you have? Is it the realm of fake pills, or is it the golden pill period? The ridicule of the Black Death Weapon Spirit became even heavier, and he didn't give Zhen Cheng any face, and continued to sarcastically, "You have been silent tonight, probably just to ask me for help!" If it's true, then you just say, don't beat around the bush, I don't like mother-in-law's man! ”

"-" Deep down, Zhen Cheng did think about it. But it was quickly denied by Zhen Cheng, what the black corpse spirit is, Zhen Cheng is still not sure, but he is a human being, a man who stands up to the sky. Since you are a man, you have to rely on your own skills to defeat your opponent.

"You're so self-righteous!" Zhen Cheng was speechless by the black corpse spirit, and after a moment of silence, Zhen Cheng sneered, "I really want to beg you, I hope you don't interfere in my real affairs!" It's just an ordinary competition, and it's not life or death, I can't win, can't I afford to lose? ”

"Coward!" Zhen Cheng gave the opposite answer, and also gave a man's backbone. But all this was worthless in the eyes of the Black Death Weapon Spirit. Victory is what the Black Death Weapon Spirit is all about. In order to win, any means can be unscrupulous. Of course, for the sake of victory, backbone and dignity can also be desired.

Zhen Cheng didn't beg himself, did he take the initiative to help? In the tens of thousands of years of memory of the Black Death Weapon Spirit, such a thing would never happen.

scolded disdainfully, and the black corpse spirit left very dissatisfied. Zhen Cheng's Mud Pill Palace, the moment the Black Death Weapon Spirit left, collapsed again.

When Zhen Cheng was taken away by that white air flow again, he could already be sure of one thing, that is, with his current spiritual power, it was not enough to support his Mud Pill Palace.

The specific weishenme will be like this, Zhen Cheng can't understand. But intuitively, Zhen Cheng felt that this must have something to do with cultivation.

The ancestor of the Jindan period, Zhen Cheng can be regarded as a frequent contact. The most terrifying and terrifying thing about these ancestors is not the unattainable cultivation, but the coercion that bursts out of their eyes.

Zhen Cheng was sure that after advancing to the Jindan stage, the main place for cultivation would definitely not be the lower dantian.

"Could it be that after becoming an ancestor of the Jindan period, all three dantians are cultivated?" In the lower dantian, Zhen Cheng happily enjoyed the massage of milky white gas, and he was thinking hard about the cultivation method of a person who cultivated the truth.

Although Yao Lao is Zhen Cheng's nominal master, this unreliable master, except for teaching Zhen Cheng how to fan the alchemy furnace, has never told Zhen Cheng about the common sense of how to cultivate.

Yao Lao taught Qianyu Xue's words of alchemy, and Wu Xin helped Zhen Cheng record them. Zhen Cheng once tried to listen to it, but he couldn't understand it at all.

In the cultivation realm, there are many things that seem very simple, but when it comes to actually doing it, it is extremely difficult.

"The true qi in the dantian is a little thin now!" The pain from the soul gradually disappeared, Zhen Cheng looked at his lower dantian and felt a trace of strangeness. "Is it because I haven't taken the pill for a long time?" Zhen Cheng was reluctant to take the pill, not because Zhen Cheng was so great that he wanted to leave the pill to Niu Wazi and Wu Xin and others, but because in his demonic lower dantian, those four little guys would suck up all the true qi they had worked so hard to cultivate.

"Take medicine?" Thinking of taking pills, Zhen Cheng suddenly remembered the perversion of these four little guys in Xia Dantianzhong. "How did I forget something so important?"

When he first discovered that there were four little guys in the lower dantian, Zhen Cheng had tried that if the dantian was suddenly full of pills and the four little guys were too busy, then his true qi would suddenly become very demonic and majestic. If you skillfully use this advantage, can you make your cultivation improve a lot in an instant?

"Tomorrow to deal with Liu Qiang, I will use this method!" Zhen Cheng was so happy that he wanted to turn over, and as soon as he was happy, his consciousness returned to his body, and Zhen Cheng woke up violently.

Wu Xin's arms were still wrapped around Zhen Cheng's neck like an octopus, and Zhen Cheng touched the clothes on his body, although they were not soaked, they were already sweaty.

"I'm going to take a shower!" Zhen Cheng said softly and put Wu Xin's arm in the quilt. Then he quickly got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.

The biggest advantage of staying in the medicine garden is that the temperature is stable, and you can have hot spring water whenever you want to take a bath.

After finding a change of clothes, Zhen Cheng took two hundred Guyuan Dan and put them within reach.

"Give it a try!" Zhen Cheng took out a crystalline and fragrant Gu Yuan Dan and threw it into his mouth, and then sat in the hot spring water to run the deadwood exercises.

"Why didn't you respond? Eat one more! ”

"Still unresponsive? Eat one more! ”

"Not yet, one more!"

When the fourth Gu Yuan Pill was thrown into his mouth, the rich medicinal power exploded in an instant, like a scorching flame, and quickly rushed towards Zhen Cheng's limbs and hundreds of remains!

The terrifying energy was scattered in Zhen Cheng's body, Zhen Cheng's handprint changed suddenly, every cell in the body was trying its best to absorb the energy, the energy poured into the blood, the blood seemed to be boiling, and there were bursts of sneering.

That huge energy didn't seem to be able to find the source to rush out, so it could only run in all directions, and wherever it passed, the meridians hurt hotly, and such energy was beyond the range that Zhen Cheng's body could bear.

Zhen Cheng's brows were furrowed, a layer of red surged on his delicate and fair face, the green tendons on his neck protruded, and beads of sweat the size of beans continued to flow down his forehead. There were bursts of unbearable pain in his body, and his internal organs seemed to be torn apart, even if Zhen Cheng tried his best to control it, he still couldn't stop it.

At this moment, Zhen Cheng's body seemed to have become a battlefield, and blood was faintly spilling from the corners of his mouth.

Time gradually passed, Zhen Cheng always maintained his original appearance, the seal in his hand remained unchanged, his brows were furrowed, and now every moment seemed to be a torment for him, and the only remaining trace of consciousness constantly reminded him that he had to persevere, otherwise, he would fall short and his cultivation would be affected!

Four Gu Yuan Pills are equivalent to the energy of four hundred Qi Benefiting Pills. If Zhen Cheng knew that when Yi Zu and the others used Gu Yuan Dan to cultivate, they would only swallow three pills at most at a time, then he would know how crazy his actions were, how unreliable, and how he didn't care about his life.

"Goo-dong-goo-dong-" The hot spring water was boiled and tumbling by Zhen Cheng's scorching body. Zhen Cheng gritted his teeth, hugged Yuan Shouyi, and maintained the clarity of the Lingtai.

The moment the pain in his body reached its peak, Zhen Cheng suddenly felt an unprecedented comfort.

The lower dantian, which was originally thin with white gas, suddenly became white like a fog. The four little guys who were originally sleepy were jumping and spinning wildly, happily sucking the overwhelming true qi energy.

"Whew-" A mouthful of turbid breath was exhaled, and the pain in his body began to dissipate, Zhen Cheng knew that this time, he had succeeded by luck!

When the pain in his body approached zero, Zhen Cheng grabbed four Gu Yuan Dan again and threw them into his mouth.

"Boom-" Zhen Cheng's body, like a hangover and unawakened drunkard, was once again attacked by spirits.

With hundreds of limbs and internal organs, Zhen Cheng once again suffered a painful baptism, Zhen Cheng gritted his teeth again, and endured wave after wave of tidal torture with difficulty.

The human body is an extremely mysterious system. Sometimes, if you are not careful, you accidentally smash the potential and limits of your body.

Anyone who likes to drink knows that if you want to drink well, you have to drink more after one drink and vomit more next time. Only then will you know where the limit of your alcohol consumption is.

Exercising and cultivating the truth is actually about the same as exercising a person's amount of alcohol.

From the first day of swallowing the pill, Zhen Cheng didn't take the usual path, and smashed himself to the heavenly level with the pill, and smashed it to the Qi cultivation period. Then, under the infusion of the true qi of the Yunsong Dao people, which was almost in the realm of false pills, he entered the foundation building period.

After more than half a year of digestion, the excess medicinal power and true qi in Zhen Cheng's body had disappeared. At this time, whether it is Zhen Cheng's physical strength or mental strength, he is the weakest. It is precisely because of this reason that the fierce spirit and the black weapon spirit will awaken in Zhen Cheng's body one after another.

Because of the competition, Zhen Cheng thought of using pills to quickly fill his lower dantian. By mistake, Zhen Cheng actually found his own cultivation method that was different from ordinary people.

Zhen Cheng was able to endure the pain in his body, and also benefited from the exercise of Zhen Cheng's mental power by the Black Death Weapon Spirit in the past few days. The pain caused by Zhen Cheng devouring the four Guyuan Pills, if it was before the appearance of the Black Death Weapon Spirit, Zhen Cheng would definitely not be able to endure it.

Once in the process of swallowing the elixir, there is a mental trance and vacillation, and it becomes extremely natural to go mad or explode and die.

Man's fate is destined! Zhen Cheng used this demonic cultivation method to narrow the gap with others little by little, and it was precisely by constantly enduring the pain that Zhen Cheng could always remain sober.

The deadwood technique was running evilly, bringing a roar, and the medicinal effect of those pills quickly turned into pure true qi, filling Zhen Cheng's meridians and blood.

After more than a dozen weeks of operation, the energy in Zhen Cheng's body swelled violently, and a silent ripple spread out like ripples in all directions, quickly disappearing invisibly. The whole person clearly had a feeling of great strength, and Zhen Cheng felt comfortable both physically and mentally.

"Boom-" When Zhen Cheng swallowed the four Guyuan Pills for the fifth time, the four little guys in the lower dantian were like drunk, staggering, and the speed of operation slowed down. A thick milky white gas quickly swam among Zhen Cheng's limb lilies, and Zhen Cheng's mud pill palace opened with a bang.

"Zizizi-" The sound of the clear spring watering the fields sounded, and Zhen Cheng felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart.

This was the first time Zhen Cheng felt the existence of the Mud Pill Palace in a sober state, and this feeling of opening the Mud Pill Palace with his own ability was completely different from the feeling of being forcibly invited to enter the Mud Pill Palace by the Black Death Weapon Spirit.

A sense of pride in being the master of the house arose, and Zhen Cheng couldn't help but open his mouth wide, "Roar-ah-"

A burst of warm Shutai.

The meridians were full, and they could no longer accept more pure and explosive liliang true qi.

With a tick, a new drop of water bead-like crystal formed, immersed in the lower dantian, and swam between the four acupoints.

The fullness of the meridians instantly became empty, making people uncomfortable.

However, the medicinal effect of the pill that was taken soon produced new true qi, filling the emptiness of the meridians.

The sound of ticking is extremely pleasant, and it is a movement that goes straight to the heart.

After all the medicinal effects were dissolved and absorbed, Zhen Cheng's lower dantian had dozens of new drops of brand-new crystal.

Zhen Cheng exhaled lightly, felt the fullness in the dantian, and smiled with satisfaction.

Although there is not much crystal true qi stored in the lower dantian now, the grade is no longer comparable to before, so even if the amount is slightly smaller, it can support the consumption of true qi for a long time.

Zhen Cheng relaxed, immersed his body in the hot spring water, waiting, looking forward to the dawn.

Fighting with Liu Qiang, Zhen Cheng can't wait!

PS: It's a holiday, the master didn't go out to play, stay at home and feel at ease, I didn't ask for a few flowers, and the chrysanthemums were exploded again!! Hey, what's the point? Some anxious brothers always let the master explode, but the question is, there are more than 7 million words, how can it be so simple? The Master needs passion, not for rewards, but for flowers, which doesn't seem too much, right? Our teenager last year, the flower list was firmly in the top ten, look at the current flowers, put in the past, there is this amount in a day! The Master needs support, the strong one, where the flowers are, where the passion is!