The body is like a furnace, and the heart is beating like a drum.

Liang Qu sat cross-legged, sweating profusely as if in the scorching heat, his whole body was like a needle prick.

After carrying it for a week, the qi and blood in the body are exhausted.

Liang Qu, who was sweating profusely, opened his eyes, picked up the two flowers with blue light spots, and swallowed them raw without hesitation.

There is not much attention to the taking of the two flowers, and the vast majority of heavenly and earthly treasures do not need to be refined into pills, and they can also exert the greatest effect.

The heat is scorching.

A hot pain surged from his mouth to his throat, and Liang Qu felt as if he had swallowed a blazing flame, and he didn't even have time to see how much water essence had been added.

Just as I want to breathe, the refreshing cold water soaks the whole body and dispels the pain.

Liang Qu felt much better, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and pushed the two flowers to sink.

The stomach pouch twisted like a grinding plate, and in an instant, the flowers melted and turned into the purest medicinal liquid, which spread to the whole body along the meridian blood vessels.

Liangqu seems to soak in a hot spring on a cold winter day, and truly understands what it means to be ice and fire.

Two flowers, whether they are taken alone or stamens, will inevitably suffer from fire poison or cold poison, but taking them together is the best tonic.

Pure life energy erupted like a tidal wave.

Skin, flesh, bones, blood, internal organs, hungry and thirsty to absorb medicinal power.

Joyfully!

Liang Qu was not carried away by the extreme pleasure, he closed the pores of his body, held his breath, did not leak or defect, never poured out the slightest medicinal power, and silently recited the dragon descending mantra and the Tiger Sutra in his heart.

"The divine dragon of the sky, the dragon of the earth, the poisonous dragon of man, the descendant is self-subdued, the detained are from the same, the one who calls is coming, and the ...... is used to see the form"

"The sun rises in the east, the lightning shines golden, use it to bow down, retreat and hide, if you don't follow this, you will see disaster from time to time......"

The Dragon Descending Mantra and the Fuhu Sutra cycled alternately, and the blazing qi and blood rose, following the two spells without stopping.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The heart is like a big drum, and every time the blood is shaken, it is like a great river running in all directions.

The hermetically sealed quiet room could not stop such a terrifying sound, startling the eaves of the eaves, birds flying, and wind chimes ringing softly.

In the west wing, the old monk stood up.

How dangerous it is for the blood to pump like this, if it were not for the blessing of the dragon tendons and tiger bones of Liangqu, compared to the meteoric iron, the fire copper is harder and stronger, ordinary people would have already bled from the seven orifices, and the internal organs would have broken and died.

Rao is Liang Qu, still being provoked to the point that his whole body is red, and there is a blood mist rising.

The rising blood mist seemed to have its own life, divided into two balls above the head, intertwined and fighting, and the image became clearer and stronger.

If others observe here, the qi and blood will actually turn into a dragon and a tiger, giving birth to an amazing dragon and tiger fighting elephant!

The transportation of qi and blood became more and more intense, and the comfort of soaking in the hot spring gradually disappeared, as if someone had added a handful of charcoal, lighting a raging fire, and the whole pot of water boiled.

Rao is like this, the initiator still feels that it is not enjoyable, and he fishes the beam out of the pot, puts it on the stove, and roasts it with a blazing fire!

For a while, Liang Qu became the grandson monkey in the Taishang Laojun gossip alchemy furnace, and the golden horns and silver horns fanned the wind and lit the fire on both sides, adding firewood and salary.

Liang Qu frowned.

Whether it's a dragon or carbon, it's all up to you!

The big tendons under the skin membrane beat wildly, and the python-like knots were coiled, and they were extremely fierce.

The flesh-and-blood bones rattled even more, letting out a low roar that was almost like a tiger.

The limbs, the head, the chest and abdomen, layers of dead skin peeled off, and it was terrifying.

The blood is wisps of blood, baked in the furnace.

The aura of the dragon and tiger battle became deeper and deeper, condensing from light red to dark red, almost blackening.

Just when it was completely dark, a pale golden brilliance split through the red mist, like the dawn after midnight.

A trace of coolness seeped out of the backbone, and instantly suppressed the fire in the gossip furnace, and the golden horns and silver horns screamed, no matter how the gossip fan fanned, it was useless.

"The body of the four-level martial artist condenses the golden body of the dragon and tiger, and it will be a great weapon, but it's a pity that it's ......"

The old monk recited the scriptures silently.

It is that among the five true traditions, people with such natural endowments as Liang Qu are very rare.

The famous Hanging Temple is even more rare, and there are few people who can practice the golden body at such an age.

It's a pity that I don't want to apprentice.

Turning the rosary, for a while, the old monk suddenly laughed.

"Entanglement is only in your own heart, and if you have your heart, you will slaughter and smash the house, and you will be in a pure land, why do you need to worship Buddhism again?"

"The old monk is in love."

Refreshing!

After a day of hard work on a hot day, I suddenly poured a spoonful of cold water!

Liang Qu didn't know what the old monk was thinking, otherwise he would have been amazed, he only knew that his dragon and tiger golden body was about to become a dragon.

The blood mist churned, and he was forced to retreat by the golden light.

A dragon and a tiger fighting each other face life and death, and finally unite and fight against the golden light, but the golden light is the rising sun.

How can the night stop the sun?

The territory of the Dark Dragon Blood Tiger melted like a summer ice and snow block, retreating until the Great Sun overwhelmed the blood mist and rose into the air!

The dragon and tiger let out an unwilling roar, turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating without a trace.

The big sun volleyed into the sky, and suddenly turned into a golden dragon and golden tiger, divided into left and right, circulating and entangled.

The golden light is shining, putting on a layer of gold for Liang Qu.

When he opened his eyes, the aura of the dragon and tiger swirled in the pupils.

The golden body of the dragon and tiger has been completed!

In the west wing, the old monk sat on the futon and silently turned the rosary.

The frightened bird circled for a long time and fell back again.

"It's not easy."

Liang Quchang exhaled a breath of turbidity, stirring up the wind in the room, and the window paper was hunting, almost bursting.

Qi and blood converged, the golden light collapsed, and all visions disappeared.

He stood up, the dead skin on his body had long since dried and cracked, and it fell in a sloppiest, revealing a shiny body with almost invisible pores.

Clenched his fists, he vigorously descended into the air and scrambled to escape through his fingers, making an explosion.

"It's a strong vitality, now that I've been beheaded, can I live if I pick it up in time?"

Thinking of the experience of being beheaded by Liu Jie, Liang Qu shuddered and dispersed the unrealistic fantasy in time.

As soon as the golden body of the dragon and tiger was formed, he felt the extraordinary power in it.

Everyone has weaknesses, and the lower abdomen and chest cannot be the same defenses, let alone the weak places like the eyes.

However, the golden body is like an invisible "membrane" on the body, which can greatly spread the attack, so that the practitioner can become one and the same.

This is the true meaning of King Kong not being bad.

How can such a method not be strong?

As his practice became more and more profound in the future, Liang Qu could even condense a golden-bodied villain at the dantian, and it would be a different situation at that time.

When a punch that is enough to seriously injure encounters such a method, it naturally becomes ineffective, like a fresh breeze.

As for the effect of the other ability to destroy evil spirits, Liang Qu has no way to experiment with the subject for the time being.

It won't be weak when you think about it.

It's cool!

Try the color first.

At the beginning of the miracle, how can you not try it out?

Liang Qu summoned fat catfish and mirages, and within a quarter of an hour, the pool in the courtyard rattled.

Fat catfish pokes its brain with a fat mirage probe.

Liang Qu picked up the mirage and put it next to the bed, and the mirage comprehended, agitated his abdomen, and spit out a puff of jade white smoke.

White smoke curls, Qionglou Yuyu.

……

The desert is lonely.

"Liu Jie, die quickly!"