"Hold your breath and concentrate on ......"

Dream through the breath.

"Remember your anger...... Your hatred ......"

"Like ...... burned by fire"

"Gather the aura in the palm of your hand...... Put it on the ignition mark on the furnace wall......"

Meng Che did so, only to feel that the aura suddenly had an outlet, and the furnace was lit up with bright yellow flames, so startled that he hurriedly withdrew his hand.

"Master, this is the Dan fire used in alchemy? This aura is pumped too hard! ”

"Stupid...... Is Danhuo what you can hope for now...... It's not easy to practice...... Alchemy is even more so......"

After hearing this, his heart was crossed, and he pressed his hand on the fire seal, Ren Danlu extracted the spiritual energy in his body, gritted his teeth to overcome the constant flow of power, and seemed to be a never-ending fear.

"Imagine Lin Yanghao soup...... Bamboo Green Miles...... Qingyuan Boundless ......"

"In the heart...... Form in meaning...... Manifested in the ...... of the Spirit"

"With the meaning of wood...... Fueling the fire......"

The fire seal gradually withdrew a little emerald wood qi, and the fire increased sharply, but Meng Che was pleasantly surprised to find that the aura output slowed down.

"Imagine snow-colored daylilies...... Baihui Hanying...... Rotten Wood Sprout ......"

"To live...... Flame Fighting ......"

The flames gradually converged, condensed into a ball, and burned quietly and peacefully in the center of the Dan furnace.

Meng Che was surprised to find that he seemed to have established some kind of connection with the Dan Furnace, and was able to sense the situation inside the Dan Furnace.

"Throw in mustard...... Refining the juice ......"

Moncher tried to open the lid with the grass in one hand, looking funny. The heat gushed out, burning off half of his hair, and the dream was shocked, and the flames in the furnace were suddenly extinguished.

"...... Again"

Meng Che wiped a handful of sweat, his gray face was full of joy, and there was light in his eyes.

This is his hope!

This is the opportunity he has always dreamed of!

It was a gift he hadn't even dared to imagine before!

"Hate...... Anger...... Wood...... Raw ......"

Mengche sank into a state of mind, not in a hurry or slowly, and steadily condensed into another cluster of peacefully burning fires.

This time there was preparation, the lid of the furnace was opened, and mustard grass was thrown, but in a flash of light, all of them turned into fly ashes.

"There's a lot of mustard grass...... Realize ...... on your own"

Dream Che blinked, then immersed himself.

Half an hour later, Mengche's clothes were all wet with sweat, and the whole person was close to losing his strength. There were more than a dozen porcelain cups in front of him, with dark green droplets in them, the first few of which were floating with a lot of dregs, and the back gradually became clear, and the last one was even like jade glass.

"Master, how is it?"

"Acceptable ......"

Meng Che was not hit in the slightest, but felt that he needed to practice harder. He didn't know that some alchemists even took three days to ignite the fire for the first time!

"Teach you the method of refining your body...... The effect is best when exhausted......"

Mengche gritted his teeth and sat up, feeling this "Desolate Scripture".

"Beyond the East China Sea, there is a great abyss, where the sun and the moon come out, and the world is born with ten thousand treasures. There are mountains that speak great words, and there are gods and men. If there are streams and mountains, the streams will come out of the streams and give birth to the abyss. There is detachment, the dragon should be dealt with, the view of the husband and the drum bones, and there is the desolation. ”

Mengche seems to see that above the endless East China Sea, there are three mountains, which cannot be seen at the top, supporting the sky and the stars, the birthday month, and raising all the immortals, demons, gods and demons. There are demon dragons, whose skin and flesh can cover the mountains of the Great Wilderness, and whose bones and blood can tear the sky apart.

Meng Che gasped, "Master, what kind of exercise is this?!" Could it be that it was created by immortals whose realm is unimaginable?! Reading this paragraph is shocking! ”

"Noise...... Do you still practice ......?"

"Practice!!" Meng Che was afraid that the master would regret it, so he hurriedly continued to understand, and became more and more frightened.

Ordinary exercises are divided into levels, and there are realms within them, which are generally Zhengyi, Shengxuan, Dongxuan, and Dongzhen. This "Desolate Sutra" has no level or realm, I don't know who created it, but it claims to be the feeling of the dragon and the body of the dragon.

"The first step is to scatter the spirit hammer body and hammer it to the skin?!" The corners of Mengche's mouth trembled, "'Ying Long has a son, grabs the mountain and stone and hits it, the beginning is nine zhang, the scales are injured and rests, Mu Zhi." 'This is for people?! It's legend! I don't even know if there is a super beast! Can I do that?! ”

"If you don't practice, just ......"

"Practice!!"

Meng Che put away the porcelain cup, walked out of the pharmacy, and arrived at the back mountain.

There is a black rock here, which is very ordinary, but has a hard texture. It's just that the one in front of me that is more than three feet long and wide is also rare, and it was put here by the predecessors for the children of the dreamer to practice the palm leg method, and the top gradually became rounded.

Mengche walked around to the back of the black rock, took a deep breath, and slammed a punch into it.

There was a muffled sound of "dong ......", Meng Che grinned in pain, and the fragile hand bones cracked directly, quickly condensing a large bruise.

"Master, is that so?" Moncher asked, but saw no answer.

"Since the master doesn't stop me, it must be!

"Come again!!" The severe pain seemed to inspire Meng Che's hidden fierceness, and he hit the stone with his left arm, and there was another muffled sound, and the place where he fought with Meng Guanghua before was already swollen, and the injury was even worse, and he felt that his arm was going to be broken.

"Uhh......h

How can ordinary people endure the pain of broken bones? This time I rested for half a moment before I got up again.

"Master ......"

"Knock ......"

"You ......"

"Knock ......"

"Don't ......"

"Knock ......"

"Pit me!!"

……

Meng Che collapsed on the ground, his body covered in blood, the large bruises were shocking, his eyes were wide and terrifying, and the sharp pain made him keep making a "ho-ho" sound in his throat, like the low roar of a wild beast.

"Get up...... Go to the pharmacy ......"

"Good...... Painful ......"

Dream gnashes his teeth and spurts blood between his teeth as he speaks.

"If you want to be more wasteful...... Just lie down ......"

The word waste stimulated Mengche's heart again. He was called for twelve years! He wants to be strong, this is his obsession and deepest desire, so strong that he can make himself like this just for a glimmer of hope!

Struggling to get up, trembling and shaking.

The medicine hall is the closest to the back mountain, and Mengche has not been discovered by anyone. In his current state, even if someone sees it, they won't think that this is the weak and powerless young head of the family.

He had been tortured by himself to the point of being inhuman.

There was a faint groan of pain from the medical room on the side of the medicine hall, presumably Meng Shen was still treating Meng Guanghua. At this time, Meng Che couldn't manage so much, and eagerly rummaged through the medicine cabinet.

"Flame Flower...... Broken intestine grass ...... Cold Fern ...... Twisted vine ...... Seven Mushrooms...... What is this for......"

"Back to the ......"

"Go a little further......"

"The pool is good...... Dig a hole......"

Meng Che's heart was galloping, dragging his broken body and staggering to the depths of the jungle in the back mountain, which was already almost the limit of what he could bear, and he actually had to dig a pit.

Every movement seemed to be twisting his body, the cracks in his legs and arms had been deformed, the protruding bone spurs in his body were like barbed iron and wood spines, rubbing and sawing back and forth, and the dazed spirit became extremely awake under the stimulation of severe pain, and he could feel the pain brought by every nerve, and every time he penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

"Water diversion...... Discharge ...... Soak ......"

Meng Che almost fainted, and was drained of all his strength and spirit, mechanically carrying out every command given to him by the master, until the end, a spirit, a bath?!

Looking at this cold but churning pool, this will not die?

He had already thought that this was for him, and the "Desolate Scripture" showed it very clearly, and he was injured and bathed. Although the medicinal materials he was looking for were not precious, they were so violent that ordinary people couldn't bear them at all, so they were cautious to add a little powder to the prescription materials. He just threw them down! I thought that with Shizun's understanding of pharmacology, he could neutralize all extreme medicinal properties well, but the scene in front of him made him dumbfounded, churning and smoking, and looking at it made people feel cold from the soles of his feet.

"Master, I don't know how to cultivate, but this isn't for people who have just cultivated, right?"

"Running the Mind of the Deserted Meridians...... Enter! ”

Meng Che gritted his teeth and jumped down violently, and as soon as his feet touched the water, he hissed and emitted a puff of white smoke.

The skin of the whole body dissolves in the water, revealing the muscles and bones, which is extremely terrifying, and under the repair of the "Desolate Sutra", a new layer of skin grows, dissolves again, and the cycle repeats.

Meng Che couldn't take it anymore, and moaned in pain, shaking through the mountains and forests, and then as if he had torn off the last nerve, he fell straight down.

"Alas......" With a soft sigh, the soul body took over Meng Che's body, and the absurd meridian ran wildly, with a strength and level far beyond Meng Che's control.

"Barely able to support it," the soul body thought to itself, "This kid has trampled on so many genius treasures, and all the medicinal power is deposited in the body, only in this way can it be stimulated, and when the medicinal power in the water weakens, he will be awakened, and let him bear the realization." ”

I don't know how long it took, but Meng Che only felt an unspeakable sting pain from the depths of his soul, and he suddenly woke up and continued to endure this inhuman torture. The operation of the Desolate Sutra Heart Method was interrupted, and the pool water was already about to penetrate his skin. He hurried to pick it up again, and sank in the itch of recovery and the sharp pain of corrosion.

The sky grew white, and the night passed.

In the puddle, Meng Che's frown gradually relaxed, he had become accustomed to the pain, and he had perfected the absurd mental method.

"Between life and death...... There is a great horror...... There are also ...... Great Creation ......"

When Meng Che heard this, he smiled bitterly. If he could have known in advance yesterday, he would have dug the pit himself!

This kind of pain makes people's hearts tremble just by thinking about it.

But his obsession is stronger!

"Practice...... And that's just the beginning...... Would you like to return it too late ......"

"I have heard the ancient saying that looking up to heaven and earth has its own spring and autumn," Meng Che smiled, "the most difficult and easy, the only one who dies." ”

"So...... Convenient...... Okay......" The voice faded into a smaller voice.

Meng Che was startled, and hurriedly called: "Master? …… Master! ”、

There was no answer, but I could faintly feel that there was a presence in the center of my eyebrows that couldn't even hide myself.

Meng Che gently picked up a handful of turbid water and let it slip between his fingers.

"This night, could it be that the master spent his soul power to help me ......"

"Master, believe me, I will help you recover, no matter what!"

Meng Che's palm clenched violently, and the water droplets flew like arrows.

"Shhh

Meng Che swung his fist, and there was a slight sonic boom, which rustled the leaves dozens of meters in front of him. Amazed by his own strength, he looked at his body.

The skin that has been corroded again and again is fair and delicate, faintly shining in the morning light, the body is straight and symmetrical, and there is no longer a feeling of sickness, the muscle lines are slightly visible, and a few green tendons are exposed with a little force, and it feels like there is a strong hidden power.

With the strength of his feet, he swept lightly up to the treetops, and under the breeze, the tattered and dripping clothes were slightly swollen, bringing a comfortable and thorough comfort.

After life and death, Mengche felt that he was not really alive until this moment.