"Boom!", Mo Fei's vision suddenly turned to the spiritual power layer, and at the location of the heart, a ball of fire suddenly exploded, and then a bright line of fire suddenly rushed out into the dark void below, outlining the appearance of a pipe, dividing into several branches, and gradually outlining two wing-like three-dimensional networks upward, and the shape Mo Fei immediately recognized - lung lobes.

There is also a downward section, which divides into several branches, drawing the stomach, liver, intestines, spleen, kidneys, and then the lower limbs. The other two are drawn on either side with shoulders, arms, and hands.

Gradually, an image was drawn in the void, which Mo Fei had seen countless times in his anatomy class, a three-dimensional diagram of the human circulatory system.

He watched as one of the lines of fire poured upwards into the top of the image.

In an instant, Mo Fei's eyes flashed like two suns, shining brightly. Countless small voices poured into his ears, and a thousand flavors converged in his nasal cavity, just like when he was raised by Zhiqun's thinking speed, he found that his mind was incomparably clear and calm, and his lethargy was swept away.

Strength, endless power pumped out of the heart, but this time it was not an illusion.

He looked at the heart again, and it had become a furnace, and spiritual power was constantly spewing out from the cracks in the veins, and then in the contraction of the heart, some kind of reaction that Murphy could not understand, turned into pure power, and with the blood transported to the limbs, it was like pouring a bucket of oil into a coal-burning furnace, and this surging power was many times stronger than chemical energy.

This kind of change is not in the Pangu-level database, but this is not the time to study it carefully, his originally slow movements accelerated again, and a punch and kick gradually brought the sound of the wind, as if all the previous exhaustion was swept away, only a scorching breath warmed, gathering more and more all over the body.

Two hundred and seventy ......

Two hundred and eighty ......

Two hundred and ninety......

Two hundred and ninety-three.

There was no hindrance, and a movement that could only be completed every minute from two hundred and forty years later was now made into an afterimage by him, but in just a few minutes, all two hundred and ninety-three movements were completed.

Murphy exhaled and was about to stop, but his heart moved, and he immediately made the two hundred and ninety-fourth movements.

There are 437 movements in the 10th edition of the Dance Gymnastics, of which the first 293 movements were determined in the first edition, and in fact they can be exercised all over the body after they are done. But after ten versions of improvements, the Pangu level still added one hundred and forty-four moves to the back.

If the first two hundred and ninety-three are the foundation, then the next one hundred and forty-four is the advanced, which can polish the most subtle aspects of the body, and is also an optimization of the previous parts.

Gradually, the tingling sensation that had disappeared just now reappeared, and the burning pain did not disappear, as his movements began to accumulate like a snowball, and after the three hundred and forty movements, the previous feeling of blockage returned, and every movement of him became extremely heavy.

But this time Mo Fei already had a solution, whenever he felt that the strength of his body could not keep up, he would increase the pressure on the meridians, so that there would be more gaps in the veins above the heart, and more spiritual power would be spewed out, further improving the power output.

In this process, he found that in the "spiritual power layer", his heart was gradually showing a glazed color like a spar after melting, and even its beating sound was gradually closer to metal or rock, and more and more heat was radiating from it, and it was like a small sun in the spiritual power layer, which made him a little worried about whether it would explode in the next moment.

But fortunately, such a thing did not happen, with the violent advancement of spiritual fuel, with this extraordinary power, Mo Fei finally gradually approached the end.

Four hundred and thirty-four ......

Four hundred and thirty-five ......

Four hundred and thirty-six ......

At this moment, it was as if countless arms were firmly grasping his body, and the space around him seemed to be cast in iron, fixing his limbs inch by inch. He heard the sound of his heart being overwhelmed, and the bones around him creaked, this was the real limit, he had squeezed all the potential of this body, but he could only move his arms centimeter by centimeter.

Like a spring that has been pressed to the limit, or a rubber band that has been stretched to the limit, it is extremely difficult to move even a millimeter.

But Mo Fei's hands moved slowly but still firmly, and his arms gradually crossed a soft arc, as if in a slow motion, little by little, his hands were folded in front of his chest.

Four hundred and thirty-seven.

The moment the two palms finally merged into one, Mo Fei suddenly heard a distant chime, and he entered the "spiritual power layer" again, but this time, above the human form composed of the vascular network, a star was like a needle spear piercing the void, and like a god looking down on the world, it suddenly appeared above, hanging high in the sky, and Cui Wei was towering.

Immediately after that, there was a thunderclap, and the heaviness and tingling accumulated under the four hundred and thirty-seven movements of the body suddenly exploded, just like the fire of the earth, the dragon and the snake rose to the land, and this heavy and unstoppable force pulled upwards, echoing with the star, and suddenly, under the traction of a huge force, the star sank downward.

"Boom!" A bolt of lightning pierced the void between the two, cross-linking the star with the human body below, and then, as if turning on some kind of switch, an immeasurable amount of electric light poured down from the star, following the network of bloodline and human form to the extremities of limbs and the depths of the viscera.

Mo Fei felt as if countless tiny nuclear bombs had been detonated in his body, and his whole body was shaken, and under a strange rule, it converged into a grand frequency that spread all over his body.

Vibrations, lightning, thunder, chimes, and starlight, each of which tore his body to pieces like a knife, but when they came together, they constituted the most perfect and indestructible bondage, and the cells around him were annihilated, cleansed, and sublimated in this vibration, turning into something exactly the same as before, but seemingly completely different.

If anyone saw Mo Fei at this time, they would definitely think that he was dying, his body was full of lightning, his skin was as red as if it was on fire, and he emitted amazing heat, and at the same time, the whole body was still twitching and trembling like muscle spasms. But even so, his stance on his feet did not change in the slightest.

It wasn't until more than ten minutes had passed that the disappearance around his body gradually dissipated, he exhaled a breath, and his hands were pulled apart to the sides, but he heard a crackling sound, and there were countless arcs of electric arcs between his palms, until he pulled the distance farther away, and gradually decreased and disappeared.

The whole body was slightly sore, but there was also an indescribable sense of ease, he raised his arm and threw a punch, feeling that his strength seemed to have increased a lot, it seems that there should be no problem with forging his body this time.

As soon as his mind moved, above the "spiritual power layer", the star suddenly smashed down a thunderbolt, which was splitting into the center of the heart. But this time he didn't put pressure on the meridians, lost the follow-up spiritual power supply, the fire was extinguished, and he returned to his normal state.

What is this? The heart really becomes an engine? And it can be ignited with the mind...... Murphy felt that his painting style had become weird, was this going to change the rhythm of the robot?