He Xiaoliang also broke off a thorn branch with many spikes from the thorn somewhere, dragged a thorn from it, and walked strangely towards Zimo, who was about to die.

Zimo's divine sense probed, and he felt that He Xiaoliang was cautious, holding the sharp thorns, looking all over his body, wanting to pierce a certain big bag with bulging skin. Zimo was horrified in his heart, and he was anxious in his heart, but he couldn't speak, if he opened his mouth, the swelling true spiritual qi would come out with blood in his lungs, and if this lung was broken, people would still not be able to live.

When he was distracted, Zimo absorbed the true spirit qi a little slower, and the true spirit qi volatilized in the stomach by the deer antler blood wine was much faster than the true spirit qi absorbed by Zimo, plus Zimo's distraction for half a time, Zimo's meridians, the pressure of the true spirit qi in the blood was even stronger, and one after another qi bags appeared on the epidermis of Zimo's limbs.

He Xiaoliang, who was about to walk into Zimo, was about to use the thorn spikes in his hand to puncture the bulges on Zimo's skin and blood vessels.

Suddenly, he found that more and denser pimples appeared on the surface of Zimo's body.

The sudden appearance of a large number of air bags frightened He Xiaoliang, and the thorn spikes in He Xiaoliang's hands were just a stone's throw away, and they suddenly stopped between the millimeters of Zimo's air bags.

"Ma Ma, I'm so scared, why are there so many bubbles, I feel like Zimo has become a toad."

A large amount of True Spirit Qi began to collide with each other in Zimo's body.

The distribution of the eight veins of the Qi meridian interacts with the twelve meridians vertically and horizontally, and the Du vein, Ren vein, and Chong vein all originate from the cell and come from the perineum, among which the Du pulse runs in the dorsal midline, the Ren pulse runs in the anterior midline, and the Chong pulse runs in the abdomen and meets the Zushao Yin meridian.

In the Qi Sutra, the belt veins run horizontally around the waist, the yang veins run on the outer side of the lower limbs, shoulders, and head, the yin veins run on the inner sides of the lower limbs and eyes, the yang veins run on the outer sides of the lower limbs, shoulders, and head, and the yin veins run on the inner side of the lower limbs, abdomen, and neck.

The function of the eight meridians of the Qi meridians: one is to communicate the connection between the twelve meridians, the meridians with similar parts and similar functions are connected, and play the role of controlling the qi and blood of the relevant meridians and coordinating yin and yang;

And now, the true spirit qi in the meridians of Zimo's whole body is full, the lakes and reservoirs of the eight meridians are full, and the qi of the twelve meridians is like the water of a river, which is also full.

In the past, it was mobilized wherever it was needed, but now, it is all full, so the lake overflows and squeezes into the river, and the river has long since overflowed, pouring into the lake, so the true qi begins to collide and squeeze in the seven meridians, eight veins, and twelve meridians.

The crazy string of true qi, Zimo couldn't stand it at all, where the meridians and true qi of the whole body converged, the blood vessels exploded, the skin slowly began to bulge, and the blood began to overflow out of the skin.

The antler wine in the stomach has only volatilized a third, and most of it is stirring in the stomach and shaking the minced venison, ready for a super explosion.

At a critical juncture, Zimo didn't dare to be careless, hey! Made, he was so stupid for Mao, and the result might be ...... If you want to hang it, if you hang it, everything is a nothing, nothing has anything to do with you, wrapping Ah Zi, Hongyue, etc., what peerless martial arts and tactics, what delicious things, and so on are all nothing.

Zimo pinched the index fingers of his hands with each other, put his hands on the sword surface of the Tieqing Sword, his eyes were closed, and he didn't dare to slack off his whole mind to guide his qi into the dantian.

The dantian alias is a small universe, which can swallow heaven and earth, but the mouth of heaven is too narrow, and the mouth of the sky is already pouring out, and it still can't balance the explosion method of deer antler blood wine in the body.

The powerful True Spirit Qi began to attack Zimo's muscle cells, bones, and internal organs.

The thought of "refining" suddenly appeared in Zimo's nervous consciousness.

"Quenching" is to quench the body, it is a realm of cultivating demons or cultivating immortals, and you are cultivating the truth, how can you quench the body by cultivating the truth.

Zimo began to be frightened, his nervous heart was beating wildly, and the operation of the true spiritual qi was even more intense, and the bulging air bag on his shoulder could already see the bloodshot of the pole, and the skin was thin and transparent, and the subcutaneous tissue was like cotton.

He Xiaoliang held up the spikes, originally to help Zimo puncture the skin and make big bubbles, but suddenly a large number of pimple bubbles appeared, making He Xiaoliang feel like seeing a toad, his hands trembled in fear, and he didn't dare to puncture the bubbles.

Now he suddenly saw that the bubble suddenly became larger, the broken skin was almost transparent, and it was about to burst visible to the naked eye, He Xiaoliang was even more shocked in his heart, and raised the thorn spike to stab at the skin bubble of the pole.

This time it's dead, Zimo was very unwilling in horror.

"Quenching the body, that is, people who cultivate demons or immortals, practice for decades are also afraid of this quenching body, quenching the body is a catastrophe for them, it is a catastrophe in the cultivation process, after surviving, people are invincible, the body is as light as a swallow, the body is as strong as an ox, the face is eternal, and the youth is not old.

The musculoskeletal system should change the world, unlike in the past, it can carry a thousand pounds of sledgehammer to smash without breaking.

Quenching the body, such as the recasting of the sword, the sword is re-quenched after being tempered, which is more sharp and tough, and after the person is quenched, it is also a great change in the physique.

There are pros and cons, and there is no need to say much if you fail, a word is wasted or dead.

Even the quenching body that even immortal cultivators are afraid of actually happened to this self-cultivation, can Zimo not be afraid?

Zimo didn't even have the kung fu to scold his grandmother, he was extremely nervous in his heart, and what was even more terrifying was that He Xiaoliang had already resisted the wall of the bubble book with thorns and spikes.

The original burst and died, which already made Zimo uncomfortable and nervous, and now, there is another disaster, and the quenching catastrophe that should not have happened to him also happened suddenly, and there are 2 goods to puncture the balloon, deflating and deflating himself, Zimo is in a hurry!

In his anxiety, Zimo suddenly felt that his eyes were hot, and something flowed out of his tightly closed eyes.

"Mom!" He Xiaoliang shouted and immediately jumped away, "Zimo, Zimo is bleeding"

Leng Xiyan said from afar: "I know, I know, it's bleeding, I want you to puncture the air bag, you are afraid to beg, the stab is crooked, or I'll take it."

After Leng Xiyan finished speaking, he picked up the thorn branch from the ground, also broke off a spike from it, and walked quickly towards Zimo and He Xiaoliang.

"I, why is Zimo bleeding and tears" Leng Xiyan walked into Zimo and was about to raise his thorn to stab, but suddenly found that the corners of Zimo's closed eyes shed two red flame blood tears, dripping on the sword surface of the Tie Qing Sword that was lying cross-legged in front of him.

When Ma Cheng heard this, he also came in a hurry and saw an extremely terrifying scene.

Zimo, his eyes were tightly closed, and two lines of red flame blood and tears flowed through the corners of his face, nose and mouth, dripping to the face of the Tieqing sword.

The three of them were looking at the meridians of Zimo's whole body, the blood vessels burst out, pimples and bubbles gushed everywhere, the skin of the whole body was oozing blood, the hair stood up, Leng Xiyan, He Xiaoliang and He Xiaoliang were still about to prick the pimples with thorns, but they were not lightly frightened by Zimo's sudden blood and tears, so they held up the spikes and didn't dare to start.

Just when the three of them felt strange, Zimo's nostrils and the corners of his mouth suddenly overflowed with red blood at the same time.

Ma Cheng gasped: "Ma Ma Miya, didn't you say that the seven orifices bled to death, this Zimo has already bleed to the five orifices, this is going to be the end of the game."

The three of them held thorns and wanted to stab but didn't dare, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know how to get it, how to deal with this scene.

"Hey, isn't it just that Hongyue is gone, why did she really become a toad, you see, there are pimples all over your body," He Xiaoliang muttered

"Stabb, if you don't stab, I'm afraid that Zimo will really bleed to death," Ma Cheng urged in a low voice

"You thorn, you stab" Leng Xiyan handed the thorn thorn in his hand to Ma Cheng.

Ma Cheng brushed it away with his hand: "Didn't you just say that Xiaoliang is timid, you are bold, you come to stab"

Leng Xiyan scratched his head and looked at Zimo's terrifying appearance, and his back was cold: "Why don't we three stab together?"

Zimo almost vomited blood and died, his teeth clenched, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and he swallowed hard to put real qi on the dantian.

The true qi in his body had already swelled and cracked, and the pressure was extremely strong, so Zimo had to use his divine power to force his true qi, otherwise, he would open his mouth and spurt blood, but he would not be able to stop it.

A stream of true qi swallowed by Zimo drove the three true qi in his abdomen that were colliding and agitating through the mouth of heaven and into the dense dantian.

The entrance of heaven and earth, at an extremely critical juncture, there are still three 2 goods ready to deflate themselves to death, Zimo is very anxious in his heart.

I don't know what virtue I cultivated in my previous life, my body meridians, and skin can withstand such a huge impact, and the heat will not die or explode, all thanks to my ancestors for eighteen generations.

The skin and meridians are struggling to support themselves from being burst and die, but your wood's three 2 goods are going to be deflated?

Zimo understands consciously, but he can't speak, now he can't even communicate with his eyes, his eyes are hot and bleeding, the pain is unbearable, he can't even open his eyelids, where can he still communicate with the three 2 goods with his eyes.

I grass!

I swallow!

I swallow it!

Zimo gave up his cultivation method and brought the people-oriented of his eldest brother to the master of the world alone, and made every effort to absorb the qi mantra of the true spirit to the extreme.

Deglutition!!!

Whoo, the three powerful true qi twisted together were desperately squeezed into the dantian by Zimo, Zimo's body was loose, and the true spirit qi in the twelve meridians quickly filled the gap, and the pimple bubbles bulging from the epidermis of Zimo's body quickly disappeared.

He Xiaoliang and the three of them were about to raise their thorns and pierce the bubbles, when suddenly the pimples and bubbles on the surface of Zimo's skin disappeared, and the three of them were stunned, you look at me, I look at you, wondering!!!

Zimo, who temporarily escaped from the hands of death, was a little relieved.

Zimo, who was temporarily separated from death from his brother's hands, calmed down a little in his heart.

Just when Zimo was glad that he had swallowed a large amount of true qi vigorously, let the bulging true qi enter the dantian small universe, eliminated the bulging bubbles of his skin, and was almost restored by the skin that was punctured by the three of them at the same time, but between his thoughts, he looked at the three of them looking at each other, with a look of expression and determination that the three of them were concentric, ready to continue to pierce the skin.

Could it be that without the pimple steam bag, they still have to prick the tight skin?

Zimo's heart jumped wildly, and his consciousness was extremely nervous.

Zimo's calm heart immediately hung in the air again, I want to finish playing?