That's it.

Countless questions swirled in Yangkong's mind, and he just couldn't think.

He just instinctively stood next to the gene chain calculator, looking a little sluggish, looking at Tang Ling showing pain, but with a resolute look.

Seeing Tang Ling's gums bleed, it slowly turned into a small stream of blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that Tang Ling's whole body was trembling.

Seeing Tang Ling sweating like rain, the ground was wet.

Countless times, Yang Kong instinctively wants to turn off the gene chain meter, but does it work? Tang Ling's spiritual power is so strong that he can easily enter the visualization state again without using a gene chain meter and continue to capture energy, right?

It's just going to be a waste of time.

But this kid is so persistent, so serious, why waste his time?

Anyone will be impressed, and they can't bear to interrupt him, right?

Although what is he cultivating? There was no feeling of energy being retained, and everything was dissipated.

He felt a cigarette in the air, perhaps because of the paralyzing power of cigarettes, which made him gradually calm down.

He thought that he really should go to the Wyvern once, and in such a difficult time to decide, he should follow the Wyvern's advice.

As they were children, they had to rely on each other and keep each other warm in order to survive.

Yangkong felt that he was a little emotional today.

It may be that this kid's appearance reminds him of so many difficult days and the need to grit his teeth and persevere.

I moved a chair from the computer, brought a professional book on pre-civilization, and sat down on my back.

Guard this kid like this, and if there is any danger, save him in time.

I hope he learns the lesson this time, and the next time he collects energy, he won't be so reckless, right? Probably not, this kid isn't stupid.

**

The worst of the pain passed.

That one breath and one breath, two breaths and one breath... Such a circular breathing rhythm seems to have a wonderful soothing effect, allowing people to gradually forget the pain and enter a state of selflessness.

It's not amazing, is it? Didn't pre-civilization have a thing called yoga, which relied on meditation to forget pain and make the body make all kinds of inexplicable twisted movements?

Tang Ling felt a little more refreshed, the precision instinct began to operate at this time, the first time to calculate was energy, with a comparison, you can calculate how much energy to collect is the best way to efficiency.

It is important to calculate not only the limit state that the body can endure, but also the efficiency of time.

But after experiencing the precise instinct of various calculations, it was really not difficult to face such a problem, but after a few seconds, he came up with an answer, Tang Ling collected five-sixths of the energy this time is the best amount.

With the answer, Tang Ling was at ease.

Seeing that the impurities in his body began to be removed in large quantities, coupled with the precise instinct that had been used just now, Tang Ling had a wonderful idea.

But the time for one-time energy flushing was not too long, just when Tang Ling's idea had just come to mind, the first flush of energy had already been completed.

Tang Ling could feel the emptiness and impurities coming from his body, and most of them had been expelled.

It seems to be a very impressive achievement, but in fact it is not worth how to be happy, which is the same as sweeping the floor, when a large amount of garbage is piled up, a few sweeps can sweep a lot of garbage.

It's rare that most of the garbage is swept out at the back, and the meticulous cleaning of the corners and corners begins, which will consume a lot of energy.

Therefore, it is so difficult to remove all impurities in one performance.

So, is your life not noble enough? Tang Ling let himself take a breath of breath in a cranky way, and began to enter the next energy harvesting again.

**

July.

Safe Zone 17 is in the middle of summer.

The season of flowing fire, the restless air.

It should be fortunate that the arrival of the Purple Moon Era has made life stronger, and it can be accustomed to surviving, reproducing and even working in this high temperature.

Or is this era to blame? If it weren't for the upheaval it brings, how could there be such a hot summer?

How can there be such a season, there is still a place with goose feathers and snow, a land of ice and snow?

"In a pre-civilization, this place was in the Northern Hemisphere, and it shouldn't have snowed this season." Looking out the window at the vast snow, a young woman's voice was full of curiosity and couldn't help but exclaim.

Her countenance was pretty, and her expression of amazement was so vivid, like the most beautiful flowers in the canyon.

It's a pity that after the exclamation, her expression couldn't help but bring a trace of loneliness.

With the same lonely expression as her, there was another woman sitting next to her, at the same youthful age, this woman had fiery red hair, a full face, three-dimensional facial features, and plump red lips, which filled her with a fiery sense of temptation.

But when loneliness is written all over her cheeks, this fiery temptation will also become a sigh.

Hundreds of snow-white wolves are moving forward quickly with huge and exquisite hovercars.

In fact, the hovercar uses its own power and has no problems navigating the snow.

It's just that he's going to be too slow.

So, when entering this extreme climate of snow, he walked out of the hovercar in the snowy night.

Although he is tall and slender, his slightly thin figure will make people worry that he will be swallowed by the snow at the moment when he is getting farther away.

However, no one would be worried, and even the slightest worry would make people feel like they were insulting him.

So, people just wait quietly in their cars.

In less than an hour, he returned.

The preferred white uniform is still so clean, but on snowy nights, the pattern embroidered with silver filigree on the uniform is more vivid.

The long black hair was as neat as it was before departure, and although it was only tied with a simple black ribbon, when the night breeze blew, it fluttered slightly.

His sword was clean, as clean as his fair complexion.

His face is also very clean, with handsome facial features, a delicate face, black and deep, with a strangely calm eyes, it is easy to make a girl's heart beat.

It didn't look like he had ever been in a fight, and it didn't even look like he had been in the snow for an hour.

But behind him stood hundreds of snow-white wolves, and the beast's face was full of human deference.

The head wolf crouched beside him, gentle as a pet dog.

His hand gently stroked the hair of the wolf, and then strode towards the hovercar: "Just let them pull the cart, there is nothing in the snow that runs faster than them." ”

"I want to go back soon." Before he got into the car, he looked back and smiled, not smiling at anyone, but as if he remembered something, he couldn't help but smile.

But such a smile almost suffocated the four girls present.

The eight escort men couldn't help but feel cordial.

However, everyone understands that his laughter has always belonged only to him, because in his closed world, he cannot tolerate anyone proudly, let alone cry and laugh for anyone.

Except for her - the other side, the queen of the other side.

"How fast can it be? I suspect that if it were here, the dragon was the fastest, the dragon would have caught a dragon. The red-haired woman pouted, she tried so badly to restrain herself, but she couldn't help but complain.

"I don't doubt that Long Shao will be able to catch a dragon." The pretty woman sighed slightly.

Perhaps some legends are true, the more indifferent the man is, once he is tempted, he will be unforgettable.

It's just that no one would have thought that the young master, who is only 17 years old and has a promising future, would be tempted so quickly.

It's tempting, right?

When he looked at her, the gentleness in his eyes could melt ice and snow, and even his smile was with care, and when he gently held her, he even had a kind of devotion to hold the world.

Even if you don't say it, the details will always betray everything.

It's a pity that in addition to loneliness, no girl wants to complain, what can she complain about? Complaining about the Queen of the Other Side? That had to overcome the unbearable self-shame of standing in front of her.

It's clearly a match made in heaven, and according to the status of the two, they should be together as a matter of course, right?

Whether it is a pretty woman or a red-haired woman, they never dare to expect a trace of affection from Long Shao, but this does not mean that they will not be sad, even if they are just maids.... It may be a happy thing to be around the dragon with a small number of dragons.

If Long Shao is really with the queen on the other side, is there still a place for them? It's a sad thing to think about.

"At this speed, it saves another four hours of time. If it goes on like this, it won't take 15 days to rush back to Star City, right? "The hovercar is huge, and it is divided into three compartments.

The last carriage was a private carriage belonging to Long Shao, and no one could enter without his orders.

Except for the teacher who has always grown up with him - Nanato.

But even Qidou deeply understands the character of the young man in front of him, and his questions don't need to be answered under normal circumstances.

Because he himself has the answer.

So in the mist and in the bathroom with fine jade pieces inlaid one by one, Long Shao's voice soon came again: "Well, no. Even if I didn't have to save time for the rest of the journey, I would enter the empty castle and see her after 13 days, six hours, 47 minutes and 6 seconds. ”

"Still, I'll try to save time." Speaking of this, Long Shao smiled.

He rarely laughs, even though every one of them is so appealing.

But he is not stingy and smiles at the other side every day, from morning to night, as long as the other side likes it.

This kind of thought is seriously eroding him, so his smile has become more now, although it should be when he thinks of the other side.

Qidou sighed secretly.

I don't know if it was right to spend so much effort to send the dragon into that place as well?

Opening his slightly squinted eyes, he took off the gourd on his waist and took a sip of wine, and then said, "Compared to this, do you feel that the impurities in your body have become less along the way?" ”

"They're stubborn a little too much." The dragon retracted his smile and his expression became calm.

Anyone who has the heart can see that this carriage is shrouded in a thin layer of purple weapons all the time.

In the small bath, the purple mist almost condensed into liquid.

Because the surrounding area of the bath is almost the best, the former civilization called the old pit ice jade a kind of jade inlay.

As for the bath, it is a whole purple universal energy stone.

The turquoise liquid in the bath is made from the plant core that has been stripped from the body of several fierce plants, don't doubt the types of these fierce plants, they are obviously all kinds that are conducive to cultivation, even a leaf is full of energy, not to mention the plant core?

With such extravagant equipment, it's a strange thing that energy doesn't condense into substance, right?

Kelong doesn't use these to cultivate, cultivation is a serious matter, although his talent is so good that even those old guys in Zhengjing have paid some attention, but he still thinks that he should be fully prepared when cultivating.

This condition is too crude and can only be used to slowly consume impurities.

Dragons don't feel extravagant about all this, and this era of upheaval has made resources so abundant.

Compared to those big and young people in Zhengjing, those geniuses, he may still be too saving.

He should speed up the removal of impurities, despite the impurities remaining in his body... Thinking of this, the dragon closed his eyes, and the precision instinct immediately accurately sensed the impurity residual rate of four thousandths.

With a little bit more, he will be able to achieve the perfect 'Jade Body Body', which may not seem very important now, but in the future, it will be the key to determining victory or defeat.

Thinking of this, the dragon stood up from the water with a 'whoosh'.

As he got up, the droplets of water rolled down his perfectly streamlined muscles, and with just a flash of energy from the surface of his body, the water was completely dry.

Picking up a white robe and putting it on, the dragon looked at Qidou: "Teacher, is my speed still a little slow?" I would love to know what kind of achievements he had at the age of 17. ”

"Why do you always have to be obsessed with comparison? Your path is your path, and neither being stronger than him nor being weaker than him can change your own path. Nanato was clearly reluctant to answer the dragon's question.

But a trace of hatred flashed in the dragon's eyes, and he was even more stubborn: "I want to know." ”

"Well, he was still a gangster at that time? Should I be accurate in describing it this way? Nanato seemed to be a little cold, and after taking a sip of wine, he shrank up and leaned against the corner of the carriage, drowsy.

**

Four hours passed.

Tang Ling had become more and more proficient in this rhythm of cultivation.

His peculiar idea was implemented after gathering energy for the second time, and as the energy washed over his body again and again, he became more and more proficient, and even got unexpected gains.

What is Tang Ling's peculiar idea? That is to use the precision instinct to cooperate with the removal of impurities.

Doing so would undoubtedly increase Tang Ling's burden, after all, the operation of precision instinct also consumes a part of his mental power.

In addition, Tang Ling's precise instinct is not so 'spiritual' in sensing itself, and he has only had a vague sense all along.

But Tang Ling has always been like this, not only is his action amazing, but he is also accustomed to treating torture and pain as the secret treasure of his cultivation.

It's very simple, if you lack resources, you will challenge the limit again and again, and only after the limit again and again can you make great progress.

It turns out that this solution is really feasible.

Although it was really burdensome at first, it was okay to get used to it, and with the cooperation of precision instinct, the efficiency of removal did become faster.

And the unexpected gain also came, he sensed that he became clearer, and even in the case of concentration, he could feel the place where some tiny impurities were, and then used his spiritual power to transform into a small broom, with the energy that came from the washing, and focused on clearing it.

Everything went smoothly and everything was fine.

Tang Ling felt like this, but all this fell in Yangkong's eyes, but it was a terrifying cultivation.

I don't know if it was because the spiritual power was squeezed to the extreme, or if the body was subjected to too much impact of energy, Tang Ling had already cultivated to the point of bleeding from the Seven Apertures.

And the body is also measurable to the naked eye, and it has lost a small circle.

What kind of cultivation is this? Yang looked up helplessly.

The thinness or something may have something to do with Tang Ling's peculiar cultivation. However, the bleeding of the seven orifices, and the convulsions and tremors of the body from time to time, are definitely a manifestation of hellish pain.

It's distressing, and it's even more unbearable to interrupt.

Because he sat cross-legged in the gene chain meter with such a satisfied and determined expression, what was it to interrupt him?

Thinking of this, Yang Kong sighed and opened the transparent door of the gene chain meter again, allowing the purple mist filled with a trace of black gas to disperse.

In fact, if it weren't for these somewhat peculiar fogs, Yang Kong would have already interrupted Tang Ling's cultivation and wanted to correct him.

There must be something wrong that doesn't leave any energy in the body, right?

However, as detailed as looking up in the sky, when Tang Ling began to wash his body for the fourth time, he found that these purple mist overflowing from Tang Ling's body were somewhat special, mixed with the slightest obvious black line.

For this reason, Yangkong took out the test tube and carefully collected a part.

Then, in this room where the experimental equipment is still barely used, the computer was quickly analyzed that these black wires were some substances harmful to the human body.

Therefore, Yangkong began to deliberately open the door of the gene chain calculator, releasing these purple mist mixed with black silk from time to time.

This kind of behavior inadvertently helped Tang Ling a lot, so that when he was washed out of his body, he would not suck back some impurities.

So? Therefore, Tang Ling's cultivation should not be a thousand satin gong, but another exercise, but it looks very similar to a thousand satin gong.

He didn't make a mistake at all, and he didn't do anything useless.

The brain in the sky is very smart, otherwise he wouldn't be the only person in the entire Security Zone 17 who is qualified to approach the profession of technologist.

He doesn't want to think deeply unless he doesn't care, but once he cares, he can come up with a relatively reasonable answer after a little thought.

Of course, no matter how smart he was, he would never have thought that this was Qiansatin Gong, because Tang Ling was Su Yao's person, and Su Yao's private teaching of the exercises was the most reasonable explanation.

"I hope Su Yao is right. The preciousness of "A Thousand Satin Gong" may not be known to too many people. It's not an exercise that starts with an amazing one. Looking at Tang Ling, who was still continuing to cultivate, he sighed in the air.

Maybe these inexplicable hours of getting along made Yangkong like Tang Ling a little more, although there was no dialogue between them, and Tang Ling didn't know that Yangkong was observing himself in the 'chicken thief'.

Time continues to pass silently.

In the meantime, Yang Kong only went out for ten minutes and got a boxed lunch for himself.

For some reason, he always felt that he needed to protect Tang Ling and never expose Tang Ling's secret, and this idea became more and more firm in his mind.

As for Tang Ling, he was already completely immersed in cultivation.

His precise instinct is becoming more and more subtle in his sense of the body, and even vaguely able to reach the realm of inner vision.

But this realm has always been separated by a membrane, and it is difficult to break through.

Maybe it's also because of the focus on impurities, I can only see the impurities that I can remove, right?

It has been cleared to 95 percent.

Tang Ling was greatly encouraged.

After three more washes, it is clear that it has reached 98 percent.

Well, there was a reason to persevere, although a wave of exhaustion began to sprout from the bones.

After two more washes.

It has been cleared to 99 percent.

How many more times will it take to leave the remaining one percent? However, there is only one percent left, so it is too undesirable to give up.

Yang Yang began to pace the goods, this kid has been practicing for 7 hours in one go, and it is almost evening.

Wait a minute, Auston's chirping guy is here, and he doesn't want Auston to see this unreasonable cultivation.

It's not that he doesn't trust Auston, a simple teenager, but because this guy is too simple, it's easy to expose some facts.

Is it time to find a way to wake up Tang Ling?

Seven more washes have passed, Tang Ling feels that he doesn't need to wait for the next two times of cultivation, as long as he cultivates this time, he will wash up at most five more times, which is considered too much!

It will be unbearable! Cells won't be able to take it! This is the answer that the precision instinct tells him.

Perhaps, it would be better to completely clear it again in the next cultivation, after all, by replenishing, it will be restored, and it will be able to withstand many washes again.

But do you need a lot of washing? Don't need it?!

This time, it should be able to completely remove the impurities in the body, Tang Ling believes that this is the case.

When the waterfall of energy hit again, Tang Ling stared at the last few tiny impurities, almost used all his spiritual power, and began to drive away with difficulty.

And then, it worked!

Tang Ling wanted joy, was this the jade body he hoped for? But subconsciously, Tang Ling felt that it was not, and there were impurities that had not been completely removed.

But is there really no impurity in the body? Is it too arbitrary to judge by feeling?

Tang Ling frowned, but it was that strong feeling that made him can't help but use his precision instinct to spy on himself again and again.

Finally, when the precise instinct swept over the position of the heart, Tang Ling knew what the problem was.

His initial joking idea came true, and there were impurities in the seeds.

Not cleared? That's impossible, because the seed is symbiotic with him, and the seed has impurities, which is equivalent to his physical state not reaching the perfect jade body.

Purge? There are still four chances to wash.

Isn't it too risky to run out? Who knows if the fifth time will it suddenly shatter and exceed the limit?

If it's safe, it's the next time you cultivate.

So next time? But....