The stars are high and the night is deep. Countless people are still immersed in their sleep, and the cultivation of the Winged Divine Dragon has been in full swing. In the back mountain of the Yijia, there are constantly beasts roaring and roaring, and flocks of birds are frightened.

The pterosaur was crushed by the huge vicious dog that the underworld turned into, and it ran for its life. But while he was running wildly with a shout, the endless words that poured out like the Yangtze River deeply attracted him. Under normal circumstances, no one would be able to hear the words of the underworld, because it no longer spits out a single character, but a string of syllables that do not change much in a flash. It's like speeding up the fastest speech speed by a hundred. But the Pterodactyl could hear it clearly, because the words were imprinted directly into his soul. In ordinary speech, characters pass through the ears and are transformed into perceived meanings by the brain. During this period, the brain must go through a series of actions, such as extracting information, combining information, and so on. If the words are too fast, or if they last too long, the brain will be overwhelmed. However, the Immortal Seed God Decision is extremely peculiar, and the meaning is directly engraved into the soul of the Winged Dragon, and the meaning of those words seems to be inherent in the Winged Dragon's head.

When the Winged Dragon heard the highlights, he ran wildly, nodding his head without knowing whether he was alive or dead, and said with a smile: "Not bad, not bad." It turns out that there are so many strange and incomprehensible things in the world. Not bad, not bad. ”

The pterosaur smiled. It's just that it's destined to be happy and sad.

As soon as he was distracted, his speed slowed down. The giant dog behind chased after him at the rumbling footsteps, opening his mouth to bite. The pterosaur almost jumped up in fright, spread its feet and rushed forward desperately, shouting, "me." The giant dog chased him and bit left and right, splashing dust all over the sky.

And no matter what the incarnate giant dog did, the syllables it transmitted were like a waterfall that fell endlessly into the depths of the soul of the Winged Dragon.

At first, two or three laps of the Winged Divine Dragon carried a weight of forty pounds, and it was quite easy, although it was chased by the giant dog behind it. But from the fourth lap onwards he felt terrible. He was sweating all over, and his throat was so thirsty that it seemed to be smoking. But he had to maintain a steady pace because the giant dog behind him was pressing closely. And the elixir department of the three parts of the underworld has been engraved into his mind, and he has begun to talk about the phantom department.

On the sixth lap he felt like his legs were heavy and difficult to move, and the sweat continued to gurgle out of the pores of his body, merging into small streams and flowing down. He was soaked with sweat all over his body, as if he had been fished out of water. With each step, a footprint of water appears on the ground.

And the knowledge that had interested him before was now like a spell to him. The things that were like the Yangtze River rolling into his brain and his soul were constantly consuming his mental energy, making his skull swell like an inflated balloon, giving him a splitting headache. But no matter whether he diverted his attention and deliberately ignored the words of the underworld, or blocked his ears or even protested by shouting, the words of the underworld penetrated into it and could not resist at all.

Ten laps was really much more than his limit for him, this was a 20,000-meter jungle crossing that was not allowed to use any battle qi, and he still had forty catties of weight on his body, and mentally he had to endure the endless torture brought by the divine decision from the underworld at all times. At this time, he was counting his steps almost step by step, and with each step he said to himself in his heart one more step, one more step, one more run.

By the time he reached the seventh lap, he had reached the point where he had no sweat to run. And consciousness began to dim. He leaned forward almost forward, moving mechanically. The muscles all over his body were shaking, they were jumping, and those meridians were twitching. It was like a volcano in his throat, and his heart was beating like a drum. At some point, the giant dog that was chasing after him had disappeared, and a huge cloud of sand and gravel had crumbled and returned to the earth, and the Stygian reappeared, flying above the Winged Dragon, continuing to chant its spell, but the speed of his speech slowed down by half.

The Pterodactyl gritted its teeth and strode forward. A little blushing as if it was about to drip blood.

Suddenly, it was as if a block had been shattered in his mind, and his heavy steps became light again. The whole body was squeezed dry, and the general strength gradually overflowed from every cell. It was a breakthrough after going beyond a limit!

But the overflow of power was a drop in the bucket, and by the eighth lap his steps were heavier than before, and he felt as if his heart was about to pop out of his chest with every step. The heavy clothes on his body were like a mountain pressing on him. He ran step by step, and nothing could be heard around him except for the still muttering words of the Stygian.

By lap nine, his young body was finally overwhelmed. After a stumble, he fell heavily to the ground. His whole body was trembling, his mouth was "rattling" like a bellows, and his heart seemed to stop immediately in the next moment.

The Styx finally stopped its spell, and he twisted the dragon's tail and looked proudly at the Winged Dragon prostrate on the ground and said, "Winged boy, you lie down again." I knew you'd get down, quack, quack, and a lap, and a lap, hurry up, hurry up, the sun is going to burn your ass. ”

The Pterodactyl had no energy to fight back, and he struggled to support his body and fold it inch by inch like a folding ruler, and he stepped forward step by step, and then trotted forward again. It seemed that in such an instant, he had once again broken a limit.

He laughed, and then his spell-like voice rang out again.

Halfway through the tenth lap, the muscles of the Pterodactyl's legs seemed to burst, and they could no longer support his body. Despite his efforts to lift his feet again. He fell to the ground as if he had been sucked out of his bones. His consciousness had fallen into a semi-blurred state. But there was still such a strong disobedience and stubbornness in his bones, which drove him to stretch out his hand and crawl forward. At this point, Hades finally stopped its spell. In its current state, any excessive external force will be the last straw that will break the camel's back.

As the morning sun jumped from the east to reveal its flushed face, the pterosaur finally crawled back to the cabin before it set off. And he finally finished the ten laps.

The pterosaur lay in front of the hut, the morning sun began to radiate a scorching temperature, and the sweat brushed down, and soon a small mass of water swam under him. Now he doesn't even have the strength to move. The muscles of the whole body were twitching. He almost burst into tears in pain. Especially on both feet, it seems that there is no feeling. It was the reaction after the soreness and pain had reached the extreme. The whole world seemed to be filled with the sound of his heart beating in his chest.

But no matter how tired, no matter how painful, no matter how uncomfortable, he surpassed the limit of three times. The thrill of transcendence almost made him grin.

"Your mother is coming, rest first. Wait for the morning practice to begin. After saying that, he got into the Dragon Soul Ring.