Time flies, and three days pass in a flash.

Just after dawn, the sun has not yet risen.

Passers-by set off one after another, leaving this deserted city and letting the streets and alleys fall silent again.

Whether it is an ancient warrior who rests for a few days, or a controller who recuperates, ordinary people who are looking up or fighting for their lives are all heading towards the mountain, ahead, there are heavy treasures, organic fate, and at the same time, there is also extreme danger.

No one flinched or hesitated, no one changed their minds halfway, those who were afraid of death had already left the city, and those who set out for the Holy Land at this moment were either full of confidence or outlaws who were mentally prepared......

Zhu Ling, who was holding the little black back, stood on the roof of the seven-story building, watching groups of people leave the city, as if the eyes of the abyss did not wait for a trace of emotion, this time, not to mention that ten thousand people went to Shengwu together, Zhu Ling did not know how many could come out alive, from this moment on, life or death, rich or noble, strong or weak can only rely on themselves.

"Let's go see if he's out!"

Zhu Ling said and stepped forward, holding the little black back and stepping into the air, a person and a dog were about to fall from a height of more than 20 meters, committing suicide, Zhu Ling didn't want to commit suicide, and when he was about to fall into meat sauce, this Zhu Ling's right foot stepped on the left instep, and the falling speed slowed down in vain, and he changed his feet and stepped on it again, and his body fell to the ground gently like a feather.

Surprised, if Wu Feng saw this, he would definitely be stunned in surprise.

It's a pity that Wu Feng couldn't see this, sitting cross-legged in the bank vault, his eyes were closed, his forehead was sweating, his face was blue and purple, and the blood on his head was rising like smoke.

During the three days, he didn't do anything else, just sat here all the time, didn't eat, didn't drink, didn't pull or scatter, but Wu Feng still felt that there was not enough time, and after recovering his peak state with the help of the elixir, he kept repeating the boring and boring compression, recovery, compression.

The accumulation of incomparably pure internal force, so to speak, now the Dantian stored, the twelve meridians and the eight veins of the Qi Sutra are ten times purer than the internal strength of the martial artists of the same realm, or even twenty times.

At this moment, I felt the stinging pain of the dantian meridians, and knew that this was already the limit, although it could be compressed again, but no matter how much internal force there was, there was a danger of exploding and dying.

Surge, must break through.

Silently recite the Heart Method of Breaking the Blood Bo Realm, invoke the internal force that stretches the meridians to swell and sting, and impact the meridian entrance according to the way of the Blood Bo Realm.

As soon as his mind moved, the meridian entrance suddenly became painful like a knife.

At the same time, every pore on his body overflowed with blood, and the blood on his head and shoulders gathered like a dragon and a tiger.

The pain, the skin, the muscles, as if they were being crushed by Ling Chi, the internal organs seemed to be rubbed vigorously by a pair of iron hands, and the bones seemed to be crushed by a huge force.

It's just that Wu Feng has long been accustomed to this pain, even if the meridians seem to be torn apart, and the dantian seems to be broken by internal forces, ignoring, ignoring these pains, the lake surface of the heart is calm without a trace of ripples.

Come, let these pains come more intensely, strengthen my broken bones, and hone my will for me.

At this moment, the blood, as if boiling, flowed frantically in the veins.

"Miscellaneous pieces, you can't break through, you will always be an ant, a waste ......"

It seems to be listening to the voice of the demon in my ears, and there seems to be an illusion in front of me, wealth, women, the throne, all the things that men want appear in front of me, but after experiencing the demon refining the heart, the mood is extremely stable, this little demon is not enough to see, let alone the left and right thoughts, and even the mood can't be affected.

If it was a senior who studied the Blood Duel and knew that Wu Feng was so indifferent, he would definitely jump out of the grave with jealousy.

To reach the Blood Bo Realm, the blood son must go through the inner demons, and three or four of the ten martial artists who study the blood duel are carried on the inner demons.

It's a pity that this can't come from jealousy, because they don't have Zhu Ling as a friend, and they haven't experienced the extreme torture of the demons.

The heart demon, Wu Feng despised it, didn't care, ignored, completely ignored, as if an outsider ignored this illusion directly imprinted in his mind.

Time passes little by little, and the physical pain becomes more and more intense, like a knife slashing and burning, oil splashing needle, endure, forbearance, this is what you must experience to become a strong person, you can't avoid it, you can't escape it.

The clothes on his side have been stained black with blood, and the meridians have been torn again and again, but what Wu Feng is more concerned about is that in the midst of this unbearable pain, the meridian entrance has begun to loosen.

In vain, there seemed to be a loud "boom" in his ears, and outside his body, the blood stains all over his body were torn apart and shocked by the blood and his clothes, and in his body, it was as if the angry dragon had finally broken free from the cage and was churning in the ocean of his body.

The sharp pain faded like a tide, and the body felt a burst of relief in vain, as if a patient who had been suffering from a long-term illness had suddenly recovered, and this feeling was as if it was flying in the clouds without a trace of weight.

The impurities and toxins in the body were swept away, and the marrow was washed and the bones were forged, and Wu Feng believed that at this moment, he could have a hard-fought battle with the mourners without using internal force.

The dantian has been widened several times, it used to be a small pond, and now it is a lake.

Moreover, the strong internal force is full of wildness, as if a majestic horse galloping in the meridians, and I feel that nothing can restrain these majestic horses except my own will.

I opened my eyes, got up, and listened to the "crackling" sound of my limbs and bones, and experienced this unprecedented powerful feeling.

With a thought in his mind, he waved his hand, and a blood-colored knife came out of his hand.

With a muffled sound of "bang", the wall of the vault seemed to be slashed by a knife, and suddenly there was a trace about two meters long, and Wu Feng could see the broken steel bars in the wall.

Is this the power of internal force and external release?

Wu Feng clenched his fists tightly, and he really wanted to find an opponent as soon as possible to try his combat power at the moment.

When he walked towards the door of the vault, he didn't want Meng Biao outside to open the door, picked up the Tang knife on the ground, drew the knife out of its sheath, and transported the internal force to his right hand, and suddenly the black blade was dyed red with blood.

Waving his hand and taking a step, he seemed to turn into a blood dragon and rushed to the gate in an instant.

"Bell!"

At the door of the vault, Meng Biao was like a guard, suddenly heard a loud noise, followed the sound and looked, only to see Wu Feng break out of the door like a blood dragon, suddenly, Meng Biao was stunned, the door of the vault is very solid, even if it is shot with a heavy machine gun, it cannot be penetrated, but at this moment, the door of the vault was actually split in half......

"Teacher, senior brother, you ......"

"As you can see, the breakthrough was successful,"

Seeing Meng Biao's stunned appearance, Wu Feng smiled faintly, not too happy, after all, a breakthrough was already a sure thing.

"Senior brother, congratulations...... Meng Biao glanced at Wu Feng, who was shirtless, and then looked at the bloodstains on the ground in the vault, happy for Wu Feng, as if it was not Wu Feng who broke through the existing realm, but him......

"Thank you!" Wu Feng smiled slightly, turned his head, and his gaze seemed to penetrate everything, seeing the mysterious holy place......