Rourou, who was wandering at the door, couldn't help but be stunned when she saw Ling Feng's figure.

"How could you be okay?"

Rourou Mei stared at Ling Feng with a look of horror in her eyes.

In her thoughts, it must have been Jiang Baobao who came out, and Ling Feng was either dragged out by Jiang Baobao, or he had already died in the tenfold pressure room.

"Why am I in trouble?"

Ling Feng looked at the rhetorical question with a smile, then turned to look at Jiang Baobao, whose face was pale and blue for a while, and said, "Twenty times the pressure, do you dare to take it?"

There is no ninth-layer martial artist in the Mortal Realm who has not withered, and the strength of the physical body is about 150,000 catties, and this tenfold weight of the room, Jiang Baobao can indeed withstand it.

But in the 200,000-pound pressure room, Jiang Baobao definitely couldn't stay for a few minutes.

This situation is like carrying a small mountain on your back, which may be able to withstand it with perseverance in a short time, but after a long time, any organ in the body will be sour and numb, and it will not be able to continue to support it.

"Am I going to lose you this piece of shit?"

Jiang Baobao's eyes widened angrily, although he also realized that today's bet was slim, but let him accept the cruel fact of losing to Ling Feng and losing to a waste, he was absolutely unwilling, even if he died in the twenty-fold pressure room.

"Then come with me. ”

Ling Feng glanced at him and walked straight into the Twenty Pressure Chamber.

Standing at the door, Jiang Baobao hesitated for a while, and walked in.

200,000 catties of heavy pressure, with Jiang Baobao's strength. You can stay in it for a maximum of one stick of incense.

Similarly, in his mind, Ling Feng was considered a god descending from the heavens. After all, his cultivation was only at the sixth layer of the Mortal Realm, and the strength of his body and the fragility of his bones were far inferior to his own, and he couldn't stay long.

He gambled now, betting that Ling Feng would not be able to withstand the heavy pressure and withdraw from the twenty-fold pressure chamber one step earlier, which was his only hope of winning.

Ling Feng and Jiang Baobao entered the twenty-fold pressure, which also attracted the attention of many Heavenly Rank students. Even the young man who had just guided Ling Feng came over curiously.

"Are these two juniors of the Ground Rank class crazy? Twenty times the heavy pressure room, except for the Yuan Shi of the Juyuan Realm. It is impossible for a martial artist in the Mortal Realm to withstand it. ”

"The two of them must be angry. But you can't put your life into it. ”

"Look, isn't there a beautiful woman standing here? It must be the juniors of the two ground classes, in order to win the hearts of the beauties, that they agreed to such a lifeless gamble. It's really a disaster. ”

Seeing that the seniors of the Heavenly Rank Class everyone's eyes were on themselves, Rourou was full of shame.

Ling Feng and Jiang Baobao were in the twenty-fold pressure room, and as the pressure in the room continued to increase, the entire space was completely distorted.

Ling Feng felt that his whole body was bound by an invisible force, forcing him to break out in a cold sweat and pant for breath.

And Jiang Baobao was even more embarrassed, the whole person couldn't support it at all, crumbling, and bent his legs directly like a dog. He began to lie on the ground, and if he hadn't held on to the wall with his hands, it would have become a problem to even stand.

"Get out now. Maybe you can save your life. ”

Ling Feng glanced at Jiang Baobao, lifted a pair of arms with difficulty, and began to fight Fang Cai's boxing technique again.

At this moment, because of the unusually heavy pressure, every posture Ling Feng played was extremely slow. Slow enough to straighten your arms, such a simple action. It takes a few breaths.

As Ling Feng's fist technique slowly demonstrated, the blood in his body was like a galloping horse, stirring wildly.

A trace of qi and blood overflowed from his body, constantly changing around him, if someone with a heart carefully observed, in this red qi and blood, ninety-six blood lines could be faintly seen, and one blood line formed half.

It's a pity that Jiang Baobao is in a difficult position to protect himself at the moment, constantly running his vitality to resist the weight of terror, and he can't be distracted at all, and he can't see the strange scene around Ling Feng.

If you really see it, you will definitely be scared silly alive and kowtow directly to admit defeat.

Because all martial artists with some experience know that the qi and blood are out of the body and evolve into a vague outline of ninety-six blood lines, which means that this martial artist has condensed the terrifying ninety-six blood lines.

After the tea time, the blood that was entangled with Ling Feng's qi and blood was rolling and scattered, and the blood line that had been condensed to half of it finally gradually condensed and grew thoroughly.

With the appearance of the ninety-seventh blood line, in Ling Feng's senses, the pressure around him became a little lighter, but it was still like a huge wave of the Han Sea, endless, making Ling Feng's whole person almost collapse.

Ling Feng was completely immersed in practicing his fist technique at the moment, the speed of his fist technique was slightly faster, and the blood in his body encountered strong oppression, coupled with the movement of his limbs, it coagulated again......

The ninety-eighth blood line also appeared.

Ling Feng let out a long sigh of relief, and at a glance of his vision, he found that Jiang Baobao, who was sitting in the corner, had a faint blue halo emerging from his body, resisting most of the heavy pressure.

Rao was still breathless, like a fish jumping to the surface of the water and being exposed to the sun.

Ling Feng saw that Jiang Baobao had used some of the treasures to protect his body, but he didn't think about it now, because now was the most critical moment, so he immediately tightened his mind and continued to indulge in cultivation.

Since he condensed the ninety-eight blood lines, the speed at which he practiced his boxing techniques had suddenly increased a lot, and after the tea time, the speed of Ling Feng's practice was like a storm, incredibly fast.

As the incomparably mysterious moves of one move were revealed, the space was slightly rippled in circles......

And at this moment, Ling Feng's heart was beating violently, reaching a frequency of hundreds per second, and the blood in his heart gushed out wildly, like a swallowing machine, spitting out, absorbing, spitting out again, absorbing again......

Suddenly, the movements in Ling Feng's hand paused, and he saw the ever-changing qi and blood behind him, like an umbrella slowly unfolding, and the blood lines were the skeleton, which were clearly visible, no more, no less, exactly ninety-nine.

At this moment, Ling Feng had finally condensed ninety-nine blood lines, reaching the limit of what the Heavenly Dao Law could endure.

All he had to do now was to gather the qi and blood that spread out like an umbrella and fuse them together, so that he could completely break through the seventh layer of the Mortal Realm.

But Ling Feng didn't do that.

Because he felt that the ninety-nine blood lines were not the limit, this feeling was a kind of mysterious intuition, without any basis at all, but it did exist.

It is important to know that the number 'nine' is the limit of the Tao rules, and if someone breaks this limit, it will cause feedback from the Tao rules of heaven and earth.

The purpose of cultivation is to pursue eternal life, there is no shortcut to the path of eternal life, only by breaking the restrictions of the Dao rules again and again, jumping out of the restrictions of the Great Dao, it is possible to truly touch the door of eternal life. (