Many people heard the two purple rays at the same time, and they reacted differently, some were amazed, some were envious, some were jealous, some were disdainful, and some couldn't hide their happiness: the man was obviously still on the edge of the purple mangwen area, and the man was still behind him.

But there is no doubt that Luo Tian's actions successfully caused a reaction from everyone, so that everyone had to refocus on the competitors behind them.

Left keeps his eyes on the back. This is the land of the Extreme Man, and there are one hundred and eight parallel planes in the Land of the Extreme Man, and the forty-nine people who participated in the trial each occupied a plane and plane. There was nothing behind him at all, he was the only one in this space, what could he see?

But he still looked back, as if he really saw something.

He was tired and tired. His body was still bleeding, and fresh blood flowed out of the flesh and skin of his body, instantly weathering, leaving only a black and red mark. His steps were slow because his legs were painful, and with each step, the pressure on his legs was heavier.

He didn't know where he was now, but he was happy. He entered the Purple Mangwen area of the Extreme Man, and luckily caught two Purple Mangwen, which was already a supreme surprise. These two purple mangs are his, and they belong to him alone, because he is a person from the Sibei Pavilion, and he does not have to hand over forty percent to the pavilion according to the previous agreement.

In addition to the joy, there is a pain all over the body. Under the weight of Gangfeng, he couldn't sit down and heal at all, in fact, he also knew that his injuries were very serious and could not heal in a short time.

He was unconscious as he walked, and he didn't know where he would finally stop. He really wanted to stop.

His left leg took a step forward, but his right leg couldn't keep up. His body was a little stiff, and his arms had long been unable to lift, and he knew that this might be his biggest limit.

His head was still looking backwards, and he really wanted to see what the man looked like.

Gangfeng was still rushing towards him in all directions, and he wanted to lift his right leg up, not to take another step forward, but to save effort and be more comfortable. In fact, he has been very uncomfortable since entering the purple area.

It was as if his body had come to a standstill, fixed in the wind.

The hair swayed, and in this fierce wind, it had already been blown into a large handful of weeds. He turned his head, and the wind blew behind him, and a strand of hair drifted into his eyes.

It was a rustling feeling.

He squeezed his eyes harder, and the end of the hair was tighter.

The hand can still move, but it has long lost the strength to move. He had to grit his teeth and hold on, because he didn't want to die, he wanted to get out alive. He also has to devour these two purple rays with the help of his master.

So, his fingers began to move faintly, and then the whole palm. The arms are numb and sore. The big hand was slowly lifted and lifted into the arms of the chest. Looking to the left, there was still a thick callus on the palm of the hand, which was the trace of his practice of cracking the stele hand all day. He could only laugh at himself, he couldn't imagine that he would use the cracker hand of the Sibei Pavilion to pull out the post, and he really wanted to quit.

The hand was still on his chest, and he didn't put it in, and he suddenly thought of someone. He was very afraid of a person, that person was very thin, a little sickly white, that person's martial arts cultivation was not high at all, and he was a lot behind him. But he was still afraid of the man, he was afraid of the man's eyes, and he couldn't forget the scene of the man staring at him, and he knew that if he hadn't finally relented, the man would have gasped and plunged a rusty dagger into his throat.

His stele cracker could have taken pictures at the same time, but he didn't. He is not as cruel as that person, he is cruel to others, and he is even more cruel to himself.

"After you go out, be sure to have two drinks with Luo Gongzi. Xiang Zuo thought about it, and finally took his hand into his arms. He knew that Luo Tian also had a post and entered the secret realm at the same time as himself. He also knew that Luo Gongzi was already waiting for him outside, and Luo Gongzi's cultivation was much worse than his own, and it was not certain whether he had entered the land of extreme people or not. He was wondering if Luo Gongzi didn't accept his affection and was still separating himself from his reckless behavior at the beginning, should he take out a purple mangwen to compensate for it.

As soon as this thought popped out of my mind, it was directly denied to the left. What kind of treasure is the purple mangwen? I risked my life to get two of them, so how can I give them to others? Let the master come forward to ease it!

Fingers pressed on the post, and the right leg to the left was still not raised, still maintaining that big stride posture. The post flashed red, and he was still looking back to the left, "Who could that person be?"

Luo Tian slowly raised his arm and realized that he was still alive. It was so painful just now that Luo Tian simply slammed his head on the stone on the ground.

The pain simply couldn't stand it, and he could only let himself faint. He also understands that being unconscious in the land of extreme men is a fatal thing at all. The wind will blow you into a skeleton.

But Luo Tian couldn't help it, it was real pain, heart-rending pain. Luo Tian had to be unconscious.

However, Luo Tian was very happy that he was still alive, and at the same time, Luo Tian wanted to try such pain again. Because the great pain also pays off the great reward. Luo Tian found that his body was stronger than before, and the tendons and veins in his body that had long been eroded by blood poison had miraculously recovered a part, and he sensed his abdomen again, and Luo Tian found that the blood poison had also weakened. The surprise and excitement can completely sum up Luo Tian's mood at this time.

Eight years have passed, and his martial arts cultivation has been wasted for eight years, and at this moment Luo Tian finally saw hope. There is still hope that he can cultivate martial arts, and his body damaged by blood poison can still be repaired. Finally, I don't have to rely on the little junior sister for everything, and I can fight with dignity.

"Master, are you still looking for an antidote? Do you know? Luo Tian's life has been saved, Luo Tian can still re-cultivate the martial arts, and Luo Tian can also enhance his cultivation. Luo Tian pounded the ground excitedly, and Luo Tian thought of the old man.

The ground was silent, and there was no reaction to Luo Tian's excitement at all. No action, no words can express Luo Tian's mood at this time, all manifestations seem so pale and weak, Luo Tian can only kneel on the ground and laugh stupidly, just like a child.

Although the purple mangline only repaired part of the body's functions, and only temporarily alleviated the blood poison, Luo Tian still saw hope, and he had waited for eight years.

Raise your right hand slowly, then straighten your index finger and draw a straight line in the air like a schoolchild who has just learned to write. That's the wind and clouds in the mountain behind the sword tower.

There was no Fengyun Sword, no suitable timing, and no Mo Fengxing's applause and the cheers of the little junior sister. Luo Tian once again drew a wind and cloud style.

There was no turbulence, let alone the discoloration of heaven and earth, but Luo Tian was still pleasantly surprised to feel that his index finger emitted a straight airflow. The airflow was very weak and short, not as long as the straight line he had drawn at all, but Luo Tian was sure that it was a wind and cloud style, and he had used a wooden sword to draw it when he was a child.

After all, the body has been eroded for too long, and the body has already passed the best time for martial arts practice, and it is already very good to be able to have air currents. Luo Tian didn't have any despondency, after eight years of weakness, it turned out that there was still the possibility of repair, which was already a great surprise.

At this moment, Luo Tian thought of Dugu Chunyu's words again, he said that only an idiot like himself would live to devour Mangwen. It's so right, I ended up being an idiot, but I was rewarded with something indescribable.

Others can catch the mangwen first, and then take it under the neutralization of the medicine after returning to the outside, but they can't do it themselves. He must swallow the mangwen alive in this extremely human land, only in this way can he use the pressure of this gang wind to decompose the medicinal power, temper the body, and let the cultivation stabilize as quickly as possible under the medicinal effect of the mangwen.

If it was outside, it was estimated that even if there were more purple mangs prepared, if there was no stimulation and tempering of Gangfeng, Luo Tian's body would still be hopeless.

At the same time, with the little enhancement of physical fitness and martial arts cultivation, he can go further in the land of extreme people, and he will be able to catch better quality mangwen, and then swallow mangwen again under the pressure of Gangfeng to digest the medicinal effect. This is simply a cycle, a cycle of repairing one's body and improving one's martial arts cultivation.

This is the true meaning of Dugu Chunyu's words.

But at the same time, this is also a big gamble, gambling with Luo Tian's life. Because for thousands of years, no one has devoured Mangwen in the land of extreme people. In particular, the quality of the purple mango pattern is very high, the effect is very strong, and the danger is higher. Either you explode and die, or you die of pain.

Furthermore, you can use the medicinal power of the Gangfeng in the Extreme Land to decompose the mangwenes, and you can also further hone your physical strength under the pressure of the Gangfeng, but these are fundamentally uncertain factors, no one can control the Gangfeng, and the Gangfeng can hone the body, and even destroy the body. The ubiquitous accumulation of white bones in the land of extreme men is a clear proof of Gangfeng.

This is also the reason why Dugu Chunyu used a joking tone instead of saying it to Luo Tianming. Even she wasn't sure if it would work. Because there is no such experience in the history of the secret realm experience.

Anyway, Luo Tian is still very grateful to Dugu Chunyu, after all, for himself, this is a hope, a long-awaited hope.

The body is full of strength, and the energy is more abundant, and the scars on the body that were blown by the wind when they were in a coma have gradually healed under the action of the mangwen, and the ribs have been miraculously connected. Luo Tian stood up excitedly, his body still shaking, but it was not as serious as it was at the beginning. Although under the medicinal power of Mangwen, the martial arts cultivation has finally improved to a certain extent, but it still needs to completely stabilize this state, and it will have to go through more gangfeng. Close your eyes and open your arms, "Then, next, Gangfeng, please ravage me to your heart's content!"