In the dark room, Nan Xiao sat cross-legged, her face pale and almost bloodless.

Under its umbilicus, the secret realm of the Wheel Sea has been opened.

Above the sea of dead suffering, there is a looming disc, which is the wheel of life.

Nan Xiao's mood was already calm, she had already predetermined the worst-case scenario, and now she had no choice but to go according to the plan.

The wheel of life is very vague, very small compared to the boundless sea of suffering below.

The herb liquid, which was concentrated from hundreds of herbal essences, was slowly injected into the high heavens under the call of Nan Xiao, and the wheel of life became clearer and clearer.

On the wheel of life, there are sixteen deep knife marks, and those are the traces of time.

Beyond the sixteen notches, there are dense reticulated fine lines and mottled spots.

In the past, when I climbed the 10,000-step bluestone Shu Road, I had already overdrawn most of it, even if I took a century-old ginseng leaf and many drugs such as blood tonic pills and nourishing god pills, it was still difficult to complete the foundation.

And now, those old wounds burst out, and the wheel of life kept falling stone chips under the waves raised by the bitter sea.

The more the wheel of life is destroyed, the deeper the endless sea of suffering.

Nan Xiao's body is like a white porcelain, and at this time, it is the same as the road of life, and her beautiful skin is full of cracks.

Ordinary bitter sea cultivators could only receive three bottles of Hundred Herb Liquid per month, because their physique could probably only carry that much.

More than enough is too much.

But in order to reverse the situation of death and death, Nan Xiao worked hard to absorb the life essence in the forty-two bottles of Baicao liquid in one go, adding the foundation to the bitter sea, allowing the blue sky to settle in all directions, and making the wheel of life manifest in advance.

At this moment, her physical body has continued to operate at a high load, and the net is dense, like a spring lotus that has experienced a tyrannical winter snow, almost withering and collapsing.

It's still beautiful, and even the blue moon in the sky can't hide its color.

If Han Feiren, who loves beauties, is here, I'm afraid he will feel distressed for a moment, and then Mei Zizi stands on the side and bows his head to admire the quiet beauty of this withered lotus.

It's just that this secret room is destined to be lonely.

Except for Nan Xiao herself, no one knows anymore that there are still people here who do not succumb to the established fate, let the frost winter and summer add to their bodies, and bite the green mountains.

If she is defeated, her face will become dry bones.

But once she wins by luck, then she has the confidence to enter the game and play chess.

The thin blue light in the upper layer of the bitter sea attracts the thick sea water, constantly blessing the physical body, protecting it from being blown up by the life essence.

The golden bell jar on the surface of the body sometimes bursts, sometimes condenses, following the rhythm of the waves in the Nanxiao bitter sea, the sluice gates open and close, constantly changing, barely maintaining balance.

Underground, in the entire stone room, there were countless extremely cold medicines such as ice grass, which were densely piled up in most of the room.

At this time, these drugs were glowing slightly, injecting a strong sense of winter depression into the already clammy and cold dark room.

Inside the stone jar, the killing nail dissipates.

The rolling life essence slowly flowed into the wheel of life above the bitter sea, suppressing its tendency to crumble, and even the crack on the wheel of life was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a faint scratch.

Nan Xiao's hot and steaming flesh calmed down, his breathing tended to be stable, and the exhaled breath directly condensed into mist, and then condensed into ice, silently falling into the thick turbid water.

After half a day, Nan Xiao successfully refined all the forty-two bottles of Baicao liquid, and the bitter sea grew from a little soybean to half the size of a fist.

The wheel of life hung in mid-air, far away from the bitter sea, with sixteen deep notches on it, and the other seams were already imperceptible.

A layer of light blue ghostly light shrouded the outermost layer of the wheel of life, and every time a wave from the bitter sea crashed into the wheel of life, it would be blocked by the ghostly light.

The cultivation of the realm of the bitter sea ends here.

Nan Xiao sat in the pond and decided to make a big move, and while cultivating the bitter sea, he would nourish the fountain of life and shape the Divine Bridge.

The three grains of baicao pill are all melted in the turbid water in the tank, and the more turbid the water, the more turbid it becomes.

The life essence comparable to three hundred bottles of herb liquid swirled in the turbid dirty water, turning into three dark cyan dragons in an instant.

Even if Nan Xiao opened up the sea of suffering, and his physical quality and numerology fortune were greatly increased, the wheel of life could not withstand such a large amount of essence, and there was a tendency to collapse.

Nan Xiao is not in a hurry or impatient, and the Tao Sutra roars.

The surging life essence stored in the wheel of life, under the urging of Nan Xiao, was like sea water pouring in, and the boiling spring of life gushed out.

If a cultivator wants to break through the realm of the Fountain of Life, he needs to open up a spring in the Sea of Suffering to communicate the wheel of life and divine power.

But Nanxiao's wheel of life is not in the sea of suffering, so this method cannot be adopted.

Without a rootless source, how can a cultivator's lifespring emerge?

Nan Xiao, who was limited by her knowledge reserves, couldn't think of a better answer, so she could only forcibly urge the fountain of life in order to have a glimmer of life.

The worst had already appeared, and Elder Lu and Liang Bo's speculation had come true.

The bitter sea shook, and the blue light on the outer layer of the wheel of life above was extinguished.

Every time the waves rise, there is an extra crack in the wheel of life.

Nan Xiaoqi couldn't stop bleeding, and her facial features began to dull.

Just as she was about to lose consciousness, Nan Xiao jumped into the water tank carrying three herbs.

The three cyan dragons formed by the convergence of life essence were like mountains and seas, drowning Nan Xiao's body.

The golden bell jar formed by the vitality collapsed in an instant, and the dragon rushed into Nanxiao's sea of bitterness as if he were sane, setting off a monstrous wave, and then frantically crashed into the wheel of life.

The wheel of life is the foundation of man.

It is an existence that is both prosperous and lossy with one's own body.

Today, the wheel of life is like a kite in the sky, which can be blown off by a strong wind at any time.

Once she loses her balance, Nan Xiao will die.

Nan Xiao closed her eyes and lay on the surface of the water weakly, letting the turbid water in the tank wash her body.

The wheel of life is about to collapse at any time, but fortunately, with the replenishment of life essence, it can still persevere.

But Nan Xiao's physical body was almost unable to hold on.

The blood is whistling, the muscles are shouting, and the heart is beating wildly......

She is like a drum that is constantly being beaten, it will burst at any time, and it is like burning porcelain, but now the heat is too big and it is about to be shattered......

It's time.

The stone chamber was shaped like a funnel, and Nan Xiao fought hard, pinching the last vitality of his whole body into a projectile, piercing the cyan waning moon on his head.

"Tick-"

The blue moon was missing, and an extremely thick drop of water slowly dripped down the hole.

It was an icy herb syrup mixed with several kinds of cold things.

"Smack!"

The slurry hit the water surface in the stone jar, causing a cold wave.

Nan Xiao's face turned even paler.

The phoenix's eyes are cold and withered, and the eyebrows are farther away from the mountains.

After bathing in the slurry of ice and grass, ice crystals gradually condensed on the surface of the flesh, which was already full of cracks and continued to spill blood.

Dirty water washes the body, and the beautiful jade loses temperature.

The fragrance is in the frost and snow, and the vitality is hidden in the Hanhai.