At this moment, I felt warm, not only the fatigue caused by the dredging of the acupuncture points and meridians just now was swept away, but even the body was a lot lighter and more comfortable.

If I continue like this, I feel that I can step up into the sky and become an immortal walking in the clouds.

Of course, this is just a feeling, and I understand that this is after the beginning of the tempering body, the True Qi Gossamer is constantly repairing the subtle wounds caused by forcibly dredging the acupuncture points and meridians required for the practice of boxing.

Now that the depression is gone, the depression is gone, and the body is naturally ethereal.

But this feeling of comfort did not last long, and soon my whole body began to turn red and hot, and all kinds of soreness and numbness from the depths of my body continued to pour out, madly testing my patience.

After only enduring it for a while, I realized that I had signs that I couldn't hold on, after all, the feeling was as uncomfortable as being divided into countless equal parts, each of which was pricked by needles at the same time.

Although his physique has always been strong, and his recovery power is even more amazing, the method of refining his body recorded in the Seventy-two Fists of Shaking the Sky is by no means mediocre.

Under its domineering and fierce tempering, although my proud resilience has been losing all the time, I will not hesitate to fight back with all my strength at the first opportunity.

In this way, my body was like being run over by an invisible grinding stone, shattering every inch and recovering in an instant.

I can't die, I can't die, and what supports all this is the endless demonic energy in the sea of demonic energy in the outside world, and the culprit that caused all this is also it.

I never imagined that there would be such a cultivation method in the world where life is worse than death!

At the same time, I also have a clearer understanding of the gibbon king's unrelenting character, presumably only a nerve like it with thick lines can survive this kind of torment-like tempering!

Or is it not like this, in the process of cultivating the Seventy-two Fists of Heaven-shaking, it was tortured to become like this?

Don't think about it, my patience is wearing off now, my faith is beginning to waver, I'm afraid that the next step is either the spirit is blown up in the madness, or the body is directly destroyed in the tempering, but I can't give up!

At this point, there is no way back, which is also one of the tests of the gibbon clan for their descendants.

"Come on, let the storm come harder!"

Suddenly, this famous quote that has been widely circulated in the real world came to my mind, and I began to be in a trance in front of me.

I vaguely saw a black petrel soaring on the surface of the stormy, lightning and thunderous sea, letting the rain and wind rush and the thunder and lightning to go, it was flying on its own, and its bright eyes always flashed with perseverance and clarity.

Perhaps sensing that I was watching it, it glanced at me coldly as it flew, and then, as if I were air, swept by, and soon disappeared into the torrential rain.

In the very brief moment of making eye contact with it, I felt a flash of lightning slicing through my mind, and the next moment my fist began to raise with great difficulty, and then burst out.

The speed is so fast that it brings up a series of afterimages, leaving an indelible fist shadow residue in the roaring sea of demonic energy!

The sharp pain caused by the moment made me let out a painful roar for the first time, and the invisible sound waves shook the liquefied demonic qi around my body.

"Happy!"

I yelled, and then I couldn't help but laugh out loud, and the laughter was so strong that it drowned out the roar of the waves outside.

Sure enough, people can't help but laugh when they are in severe pain!

And I spun around in the midst of this laughter, and began to try to channel the strength that my whole body had gathered so hard to channel into the other fist.

I'm practicing the true fist of the 72 Fists that Shake the Sky!

Just now, at the moment when I looked at the illusory petrel in a trance, I felt a great mockery in its indifferent eyes.

Actually, it doesn't show any emotion, but this attitude of ignoring everything makes me feel even more irritated and humiliated.

As if to say that I, a little human being who can't even endure physical pain, why should I be in the company of an elf like me, who was born to fight with the heavens and the earth?

At that moment, I relentlessly began to forcibly practice the specific fist path of the Seventy-two Heaven-Shaking Fists, and all the pain was thrown out of the clouds, and I felt less uncomfortable for a while.

Although the pain that came back because of my impulse was even stronger, it was also offset by the laughter that I let out from the extreme pain.

Sure enough, people can't be idle, once they are idle, they are always inevitably disturbed by emotions, and all kinds of negative feelings on the body senses are infinitely magnified.

At this moment, I seemed to have found a way to vent, and all the negative emotions and feelings that had accumulated in my body during this time were released through roaring, laughing, and continuous punch correction.

Yes, it's not just a punch, it's more a correction in a punch!

After all, the body is still carrying a heavy negative burden, and the punching posture is inevitably out of shape, especially the first punch just now, which is even more incomparable to the seventy-two punches and eight poles that shake the sky.

However, as he continued to correct in the next few times, his fist posture became more and more standard, and his body shape became more and more standardized, and gradually began to appear a trace of the style of Heaven-shaking Fist.

At this moment, the liquefied demonic qi around me began to pour into my body in an even more violent manner, and the whirlpool that had only appeared in the sea of demonic qi below actually gave birth to a suction force that transcended the surface of the sea.

Soon, a demonic cyclone appeared in midair.

As soon as it appeared, it began to frantically absorb and devour the demonic energy in the entire secret realm, and its size grew rapidly, and its suction power became more and more terrifying.

The reason why this is the case is mainly because the speed at which the liquefied demonic qi in the sea of demonic qi below enters my body is gradually unable to catch up with my consumption rate.

Almost subconsciously, I extended this thirst for energy and demonic energy into mid-air, and the increasingly powerful body under the body forging technique represented a more powerful qi tracing method.

Now, it is almost an instinct of mine, and at the moment when the consciousness of thirsting for demonic qi was just born, the method of tracing qi has begun to run spontaneously, directly leading to the formation of demonic cyclones.

I didn't expect that the consumption of the Seventy-Two Fists of Cultivation Heaven-Shaking would be so huge!

Under the observation of the method of tracing qi, I could see that the sea level of the entire sea of demonic qi was rapidly decreasing, and the demonic qi in mid-air had become thinner sharply, and the chain reaction caused the golden sun to also begin to show signs of instability.

However, the way I hit the Sky Shaking Fist at the moment is getting smoother and smoother, not only does it look decent, but even the pain caused by forging my body is almost invisible, only the hearty sound of the continuous punch is left.