The simple room was filled with a large amount of starlight, and there was no wind in the room, and the starlight was like flowing water, coiling around Wei Mo.

Wei Mo was originally hungry and thirsty for cultivation, but the speed at which his body was decaying was too astonishing. The body that was originally more than 100 catties is now less than 50 catties, and the whole body is a dried corpse.

The nascent martial veins are still snatching every trace of power in his body, squeezing them into mystical power.

"No, if it goes on like this, I'm going to be squeezed dry!" Wei Mo said secretly, "Stop, how can you stop?"

"Hey~"

As if it was the wind, as if it was human language, a light laugh suddenly sounded in Wei Mo's ears.

He felt that he might be ringing in his ears, and he didn't have time to care about it now, and he was anxious to end this cultivation.

But this seemed to be unbearable for him, his body became thinner and thinner, and in just a few breaths, he lost a few pounds.

Seeing that he was about to die, suddenly Wei Mo felt a cool brain, and in the dark, a light blue streamer came out of his mind, straight to the martial arts.

The blue streamer was like a liquid of elixir, infiltrating his musculoskeletal veins along the way, and his body was like a balloon that was blown, swelling up.

Tremendous power filled every inch of his body, and the martial veins grabbed and transformed them hungrily.

Wei Mo breathed a sigh of relief, and the huge shock came one after another, and the next scene made him unbelievable.

Concentrating his mind and taking a closer look, Wei Mo was pleasantly surprised to find that the mysterious power in the sphere had been filled. Something, ready to come out.

Burst!

The white mystical power burst out, condensed into a water droplet, and precipitated out of the martial veins, like the sun, moon and stars surrounding the earth, gently rotating, if it was about to leave.

Click!

Wei Mo's body made all sorts of strange noises, some like rubber bands collapsing, others like bones and muscles stretching.

It was all his body growing, his originally thin body, the muscles were full and tight, and his legs and feet were also lengthened a few points in the process.

The originally pale skin has become rosy and tight, and it has become a lot rougher. He closed his eyes and subconsciously clenched his fists and tugged at his muscles. Under the skin, muscle fibers are pulled one by one, and the strength is abundant.

The growth is so significant!

"I—I've actually cultivated a Dan Xuan Force!" Wei Mo was surprised and shouted.

Dan is the unit of strength of cultivators. Usually, the condensation of a Dan's mystical power announces the completion of a stage of cultivation.

The drop of water that was precipitated from Wei Mo's martial vein just now was a pill of Xuan Li, which meant that he had stepped into the threshold of a first-order one-level martial cultivation.

When the two fathers and daughters outside the door heard this, they were both surprised and delighted, and Qin'er cried directly.

"The young master has finally broken through, he is a martial cultivator, right?" Qin'er took her father's hand, cried and laughed, and jumped to her feet and asked.

Uncle Zhong's eyes were rosy, and his mood was extremely emotional. But he was always calmer than his daughter: "Let's see." ”

There have been similar scenes in the past.

Although he was born with a broken martial vein, Wei Mo never gave up on himself. For many days and nights when he was ridiculed, Wei Mo was silently cultivating, trying to condense the martial arts. Unfortunately, it all ended in failure. And what about today?

Uncle Zhong had that scene in his mind, a fiery red mark shining on Wei Mo's chest.

After the condensation of Yidan's mystical power, everything did not stop.

The light blue streamer continued to wash over Wei Mo's limbs, bringing powerful physical power, which then impacted the martial veins and transformed into Xuan power.

The hours went on and on, from evening to dawn, and from dawn to noon.

The snow was falling one after another, and Uncle Zhong had been standing in the corridor, not sleeping or eating, waiting quietly. Qin'er warmed the food and brought it out, and then went to heat it when it was cold. The two fathers and daughters turned out to be sleepless all night.

On Wei Mo's side, within the nascent martial vein, the Xuan Power was gradually overflowing again. The vigorous energy, the bulging sense of power, and the excitement brought by becoming a first-order and one-heavy martial cultivator made Wei Mo not tired.

He concentrated and waited for the arrival of Erdan's Xuanli.

Yes, he firmly believes so, although this is extremely rare. Generally speaking, it is a difficult journey for a martial cultivator to achieve a Dan Xuanli. And the deeper you go, the more difficult the journey becomes.

If you start cultivating from the time you are sensible, it will take about a year or so to condense the martial vein, and after that, it will take about three years on average to condense the Xuan power. It takes about five years for a martial cultivator who started cultivating at the age of five to become a first-order one-level martial cultivator.

This first Dan Xuanli, also known as the first Dan Xuanli, is particularly important. Its quality and concentration almost determine how far a martial cultivator can go in the future.

And Wei Mo has no concept of the quality of Xuanli. He only felt that the Chu Dan Xuan Power suspended next to the martial vein was as thick as royal jelly and like a pearl, which could not be dissolved or dispersed.

The power of the limbs and hundreds of bones continued to pour into the martial veins, piling up in them, getting fuller and fuller. As the space of the martial veins became smaller, the surge of power became slower and more urgent, and Wei Mo's head swelled and hurt, like a cone stabbing in it.

The force squeezed, forcing blood to drain from his pores, drip by bit, wetting his clothes and piercing the bed beneath him. The whole person was as terrible as crawling out of a sea of blood, and the fresh and cold air in the room was also filled with a pungent smell of blood.

The pain grew more and more intense, and Wei Mo's body trembled.

"Oh no, I don't have such a solid foundation for physical body cultivation, wouldn't this be a seedling boost? But, I can't stop!" Wei Mo secretly screamed badly.

The second Dan Xuan Power has been condensed, but it is trapped in the martial vein, unable to break free, and has become an obstruction.

The light blue streamer became more and more surging, and the power of the transformed flesh was also more surging.

At this time, Wei Mo's limbs, chest, back, and muscles were frighteningly inflated, as if there were watermelons hidden under his skin, about to burst his body.

His skin had begun to crack, and the texture of his tough skin had become rough and visible, and purple blood vessels were attached to the subcutaneous, thick or thin, almost broken.

"Ahh

Despite his efforts, the pain was heard by the father and daughter outside the house, and both of them were slashed. said that they were masters and servants, but in fact they were like fathers and sons, sisters and brothers, and this affection made it impossible for them to turn a blind eye to Wei Mo's pain.

Uncle Zhong clenched his fists, his muscles tensed, and he took a deep breath, desperately restraining his urge to rush in.

Wei Mo's pain, only he alone can bear and resolve, Uncle Zhong knows.

His skin tightened to the extreme, and at the moment when Wei Mo felt that he was about to fall apart, suddenly a light blue phantom like a small seedling appeared in his mind.

Wisps of pale blue light poured out of the small seedlings.