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"Mowgli, perhaps, you also take this Neidan, it will be more useful than me. ”

Ying Yiran held Nedan, stretched out his palm in front of Wuji, and said sincerely: "You have an understanding of the Book of Heaven that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve, if you inherit the wisdom and realm of Mr., you will definitely be able to become a real great teacher." ”

Wuji's eyes shrank, hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and pointed to the lake that was about to reach Ying Yiran's chest.

"If you hesitate, you won't have enough time. ”

Ying Yiran looked at Wuji, with a look of disappointment in his eyes. She gritted her teeth, jumped up to the triangular space on the top floor, and pulled Wuji up again.

Wuji stood behind Ying Yiran, took out the wooden box, put the whole piece of purple blood dragon zhi in his mouth, then closed his eyes, covered the top of Ying Yiran's head with one hand, and lightly touched the back of Ying Yiran's heart with the other hand, adjusted his breathing, and focused his mind in front of the gate of heaven, and unfolded the Dafa of the Apocalypse.

"Ready to start. ”

Ying Yiran lowered his head, looked at the Neidan in his hand, looked at the lake below, and asked in a dumb voice, "Wuji, are we still in time?"

Mowgli blurted out. "Just in time. He paused, and then added, "If you can be a little less cranky." ”

Ying Yiran turned his head, glanced at him, put Neidan into his mouth, swallowed it, formed a mudra with both hands, and placed it in front of his abdomen.

"Okay, I'm ready. Ying Yiran closed her eyes and said softly.

Wuji responded, closed his eyes, concentrated his vitality on his palms, and carefully infiltrated Ying Yiran's body.

He condensed his thoughts into a tiny wooden needle and pierced Ying Yiran's body.

In his sea of consciousness, Ying Yiran's body is like a high mountain standing on top of the sky, every cell is like a large and small stone, and the mitochondria are like moss on the stone, attracting the energy in the sun and maintaining the life of the mountain.

His task was to use his mind as a needle to reassemble the structures of these mosses and turn them into more efficient organisms, thus making the mountain more vibrant.

At this moment, he is like a madman standing on a vast wasteland, ready to change the appearance of the entire wasteland with a wooden needle.

He didn't know if he would be able to complete the task, or if he would have time to complete it.

He was not worried about the water of the lake or oxygen, but about whether he would have time to supply his vitality.

Using the mind as a needle, it is extremely exhaustive, even if he already has the Apocalypse Dafa, even if he has the whole purple-blooded Longzhi in his mouth, Wuji is still not completely sure. The reason why he said it so confidently was that he didn't want Ying Yiran to hesitate and delay the already small amount of time.

Although the shape shì is so nervous that it can make people go crazy, Mowgli still stabilizes his mind in two breaths and focuses all his attention on the task at hand. He mobilized the wooden needles that his mind had turned into and began to adjust the structure of the mitochondrial DNA.

Under the manipulation of the mind, the DNA began to writhe and begin to deform, and when the new shape stabilized, a faint light flashed, as if fresh blood was injected into the heart, and the heart began to beat again, and the energy transfer efficiency of this mitochondria was significantly improved.

Mowgli breathed a sigh of relief. Although this is only the first step of the long march, this step shows that his thinking is feasible, the theory has become a reality, and the rest is the question of how to implement it.

There are thousands of mitochondria in a cell, and the total number of cells in the human body is as many as the stars, although Wuji does not need to operate every mitochondria in every cell, this workload is still no less than carving a path on a mountain of ten thousand miles.

Such a task would make people crazy just thinking about it, but Wuji didn't have time to think about it, he just buried himself in his work and dealt with them one after another according to the methods he had thought out in advance.

After experiencing the initial jerkiness, Mowgli's speed gradually increased.

His brain glowed faintly red again. The red light spread down his body, all the way to his chest. The red light became more and more intense, coming out from the inside of the body, projecting the shadows of internal organs, bones, nerves, and blood vessels onto the sloping stone walls around her, projecting onto Ying Yiran's back, and also shining into the lake water that was about to overflow.

In these lights and shadows, his heart beat very fast, squeezing out streams of blood and sending them all over his body.

However, what is even more surprising is his skin. His skin kept undulating, as if there was a small heart in every cell, constantly agitating, and countless non-existent vitality was swallowing and exhaling in it, constantly entering his body, entering one after another large and small acupuncture points.

The acupuncture points above the chest lit up, like stars in the night sky, shining brightly.

Slowly, a stream of light rises from the acupuncture points and slowly flows to the meridians, like a stream flowing quietly in the mountains, flowing out of the valley, into the river, and finally into a raging river.

Countless energies, under the control of his mind, continued to pour into Ying Yiran's body along his hands.

Ying Yiran's body also lit up, and the three dantians were like three stars, echoing up and down, luring each other, like lanterns swaying in the wind, and like nebulae that attracted each other, slowly flowing under the drive of gravity.

Around them, one after another the originally faint stars lit up, revealing their true faces, and then they were attracted to the stars and became part of the nebula.

The surrounding stone walls are illuminated, revealing a luster as white as jade, and the light can be seen.

The icy water of the lake gradually overflowed, flowing through the circular hole and flowing in all directions, soon soaking Wuji and Yingyi. At this time, a strange thing happened, as soon as the lake water touched the bodies of Wuji and Ying Yiran, it immediately sneered, as if poured on the hot rock, boiled, turned into a cloud of mist, and filled the entire stone chamber.

Under the cover of the fog, the originally transparent light became blurred, and the stone wall looming close at hand, and the originally small stone room clouds covered the mist, like a fairy mountain, with a bit of mysterious and unpredictable artistic conception.

However, in this fairyland, Mowgli's situation is not good at all. He was soaked in sweat from head to toe, every inch of his skin was wet, and sweat poured out in bursts, but before it could be shed, it turned into vapor and mixed into the mist.

In his sea of consciousness, he felt as if he was in a furnace, full of dazzling red light, unstoppable heat, and scorching magma everywhere. He felt that his own body was like a parched stone, gradually cracking apart, shattering, and melting under the heat of the heat.

It was as if there were 10,000 needles pricking in his brain, and it was painful. The mind also slowly became irritable, and there were signs of losing control. It's like a scorching flame that no longer wants to be controlled, and is about to burst the furnace.

The task of adjusting the mitochondrial DNA of Yingyi is not yet a third of the way complete, and the speed slows down.

Wuji is like a mountaineer, after climbing for a long time, he is tired and out of breath, but when he looks back, the foot of the mountain is still in sight and has not gone far. Looking up, the mountain is still far away, out of reach, which makes people feel hopeless.

Wuji subconsciously clenched his teeth and supported it tightly.

In an instant, Mowgli regretted it a little.

Perhaps, he should swallow the old man's Neidan, so that he would have enough vitality to perform spells on Ying Yiran.

However, he immediately dismissed the idea. Not to mention that this is impossible now, even if it may be useless, if there is no old man's Neidan, even if he casts a spell, Ying Yiran's realm is improved, and it is difficult to guarantee that she can blast open the rock wall above her head.

No one knows how thick the rock wall above the head is, and in this case, it is possible to seize a glimmer of hope by concentrating all the favorable factors on Ying Yiran's body. At times like these, hesitation is a fatal mistake that threatens to ruin a small hope.

Wuji took a bite of the purple-blooded dragon mushroom, chewed it fiercely, strengthened his mind, and charged towards the top of the mountain again.

Their bodies are hotter, their red light is stronger, and before they know it, they are a little more orange, and then slowly turn yellow.

The lake gushed more and more, but it could not overflow the stone chamber, but was turned into mist by the bodies of the two people.

The fog in the stone chamber became thicker and thicker, gradually enveloping Wuji and Yingyi in it. Even if they open their eyes now, they won't be able to see each other. The fog was so thick that it even obscured the light emitted from their bodies, as if it had forced it all back into their bodies.

The stone chamber was filled with fog, and the pressure was increasing, making it impossible to even prevent the lake from rising.

Mowgli also felt this external pressure. He felt as if he had once again dived into the depths of the spiritual platform, and the huge water pressure was pressing from all sides, pressing him so that he could not breathe, and his blood was flowing backwards.

The feeling is similar. She felt that she was about to be crushed, even if she clenched her teeth tightly, she was lucky enough to be true, and she couldn't support it.

"Mowgli, I can't hold on......" Ying Yiran groaned in her consciousness.

"Hold on!" Wuji gritted his teeth and replied, "Quick...... It's almost done. ”

"Don't lie to me. The two have the same mind, and Ying Yiran lightly exposed Wuji's lies. "You can't hold it anymore. ”

"I won't allow you to give up!" Wuji gasped, took another bite of the purple-blooded dragon mushroom, chewed it viciously, and swallowed it. "Also, you must not give up, Mr.'s last wish is still waiting for you to complete, the Great Qin Empire is still waiting for you to save, you must not give up. ”

Ying was silent.

Wuji endured the sharp pain of tearing his body, took a sharp breath, concentrated all his thoughts, and forced into Ying Yiran's body.

The light in the two of them slowly turned blue, like a furnace on fire. Gradually, there was a touch of purple in the blue.

At this moment, the three sloping stone walls suddenly lit up, and a light purple halo appeared in the center. The halo became brighter and larger, gradually breaking through the barrier of the fog and slowly penetrating out.

Three purple rays of light passed through the bodies of Mowgli and Ying Yiran, intersecting between Mowgli's chest and Ying Yiran's back, bursting out with dazzling light, instantly illuminating the bodies of Mowgli and Ying Yiran, and then pouring into the bodies of the two.

Wuji closed his eyes, he was engrossed in controlling his thoughts, and he didn't see these lights at all, but he felt this energy.

The original thoughts as small as wooden needles suddenly swelled up, became extremely thick, and suddenly dispersed, turning into thousands of wooden needles, pouring into Ying Yiran's body, rapidly changing the DNA of each mitochondria and generating a new structure.

At the same time, Ying Yiran's vitality also became extremely powerful, and he also turned into thousands of wooden needles and began to change his body.

The originally difficult journey suddenly became faster, like a traveler who had been struggling in the swamp for a long time, suddenly walked out of the swamp, stepped on a wide avenue, and rode a thousand-mile horse, galloping, breathing a thousand miles.

In a matter of moments, Mowgli completed the originally unattainable task.

He let out a long breath and collapsed, unconscious.

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