In the dimly lit secret room, two voices came and went.

One is the earth-shattering snoring. The sound was made by a ruddy-faced monk, lying on all fours, with his thumb hooked on a wine gourd, and a large pool of saliva flowing from the crooked corners of his mouth.

Based on this sleeping appearance alone, no one would have thought that this was the guardian of the Imperial Sword Sect.

The other sound was much stranger, a bit like the sound of a blacksmith pulling a bellows, inhaling and breathing, heavy and low, with a gritty rustle in between.

The sound was made by a piece of black charcoal in the middle of the chamber, and if you look closely, you will find that the crimson light shines through the gap in the middle of this black charcoal, like magma that has not yet solidified, and between breaths, light and dark alternate.

And as the air flow erupted, some kind of black particles spread outward from these gaps, making the candlelight in the secret room much hazy, as if shrouded in an invisible cover.

This piece of black charcoal-like thing is naturally Wang Zhi.

It is said that since the first vertebra was quenched, Wang Zhi tragically discovered that the medicinal power of this superb marrow cleansing pill had not been exhausted.

So each of his next vertebrae suffered the same experience as the first, warming, tempering, and repeating.

Especially when the medicinal power of the Cleansing Pill was transferred to the eleventh vertebrae, in addition to the still hot temperature torturing his body, there was a heart-piercing pain that was destroying his spirit.

The pain came so suddenly that Wang Zhi almost broke the base of his tongue.

Thankfully, he resisted the pain at the cost of breaking all ten fingernails in his palm.

However, this pain was not without reason, and soon, Wang Zhi found that black impurities were constantly emerging from his eleventh vertebrae, and the number of them was simply more than the previous ten combined!

This is...... Bone washing and marrowing?

Wang Zhi even saw that a crack in his bones was cracked, and black impurities spurted out with blood continuously, until when the spray could not be sprayed, those thin green lines that had appeared before reappeared, filling the cracked bone cracks.

So starting from the eleventh vertebrae, the pain that Wang Zhi experienced rose to another level, and what the mysterious magic could not alleviate in this pain, he could only grit his teeth and resist!

Numerous impurities accumulated in his body, and the nourishing qi was running frantically to expel them from the body, making Wang Zhi's meridians overwhelmed, and every time he felt a tingling sensation in the meridians, as if there were countless ants biting all over his body.

Countless beads of blood mixed with black impurities oozed from his pores, gradually enveloping him into a black charcoal head.

Wang Zhi thought that this was the end, but he didn't expect it to be the beginning of another hell.

When the marrow washing was carried out to the last three vertebrae, the medicinal power of the marrow washing pill seemed to be at the end of the strong crossbow, and the emerald green warm cultivation medicinal power had only a few roots left, which was pitiful.

However, the blazing temperature did not decrease in the slightest, so that Wang Zhi's pain once again stepped up to a new level.

"Shhh

Feeling the temperature of the tail vertebrae gradually rising, Wang Zhi clearly felt that the bones were roasted and cracked, and then the marrow was extracted and washed, and this pain could not be described in words.

Boom!

A crisp sound came from Wang Zhi's mouth, and a white hard object with blood was swallowed alive by him, and there was a suppressed low roar in his throat.

Endure it! Survive this hurdle, it is the sea and the sky!

Uncle Jin, who was asleep on the side, was woken up by Wang Zhi's voice, and after seeing such a strange black charcoal head in his secret room, he was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that there was another person here.

"Xiao Wang Zhi, why do you make it look like this when you eat a myelin cleansing pill?"

Uncle Jin looked at the scene in front of him in amazement, and couldn't help but be amazed.

This kid's spiritual root qualifications are really ...... Simply so!

I've never met anything so bad!

It's no wonder that Xiao Ding didn't remind him, it's really that Wang Zhi's spiritual root is not a little bit worse, and he can only have a little superiority compared to mortals who don't have spiritual roots.

Generally, monks can just have a stomach when they take the Washing Pill, and there is a certain limit to physical discomfort, but I didn't think that Wang Zhi would have a life and death crisis!

"I'm a good one. ”

Uncle Jin hurriedly put his palm on Wang Zhi's shoulder, and the aura probed into his body to probe his current physical condition.

As a monk in the foundation building period, Uncle Jin soon discovered the embarrassment that Wang Zhi was facing.

"The tempering has not yet been completed, but the medicinal power to heal the body has been exhausted......

Uncle Jin looked helpless, and looked at Wang Zhi with a distressed look.

"Alas, Xiao Wang Zhi. Originally, I wanted you to be my disciple, but your qualifications ...... It's useless to take the marrow cleansing pill, but it's reluctant to build a foundation, and it's as difficult as climbing to the sky!"

Uncle Jin sighed as he took out a fragrant pill from the Qiankun bag, and while showing a painful look on his face, he sent it towards Wang Zhi's throat!

Here, Wang Zhi's tempering has reached the last piece. It's just that because of the lack of medicinal power, there are traces of pits on the two vertebrae before, and there are even a few criss-crossing cracks, which makes people worry about whether they will break in the next moment.

At this time, there was suddenly an extra round thing between his lips and teeth, and Wang Zhi swallowed it instinctively before he had time to think about it.

Suddenly, a cool feeling slid down the esophagus, like swallowing a 10,000-year-old ice in the June weather, which instantly cleared Wang Zhi's mind a lot.

At this time, the tempering was nearing the end, and the fiery aura gradually dissipated, and the crimson on the last three vertebrae began to fade, leaving only the color of black coal that had been burned.

At this time, the milky white liquid that came out of nowhere gathered together, squirming and slowly covering the three bones.

Wang Zhi watched those ugly cracks being covered little by little, the white color gradually replacing the carbon black, and even those potholes were filled, and he was very surprised in his heart.

But after thinking about it, Wang Zhi understood that this was Uncle Jin helping him, and he couldn't help but feel grateful in his heart.

Uncle Jin is still quite reliable!

Soon, the three bones became smooth.

At this point, Wang Zhi's entire vertebrae have been turned into a work of art carved from white jade, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is ingenious.

What made Wang Zhi even happier was that he had just tried to absorb the surrounding aura, but he had only run Zhou Tian for a while, and countless auras were surging towards him.

Wang Zhi estimates that his qualifications should have increased several times compared to before!

In this way, maybe he will soon be able to break through the third layer of qi refining and become an outer disciple!

Wang Zhi was filled with joy in his heart, fantasizing about the day he would be released.

......

Occasionally, under the pine tree, sleep on the rocks, there is no calendar in the mountains, and the cold does not know the year.

The appearance of the hidden immortals described in this poem is too plain, but one thing said in it is true, that is, for immortal cultivators, time is extremely ethereal and has no concept.

Wang Zhi's retreat has been nearly a month, and he has relied on Uncle Jin to send in his food and drink, while he himself has not taken a single step and concentrated on cultivation.

Since taking that superb marrow cleansing pill, his realm is not an exaggeration to say that it is a thousand miles a day compared to before.

Coupled with the few bottles of pills he got from Xiao Ding, he is now ready for everything, and as soon as the time comes, he will be able to break through naturally.

However, his retreat has not been without its influence on others, such as the cook in the stove room, who has been a little worried lately.

Where did that "rice bowl" go? Although it was tiring to cook for him, watching him eat made my appetite increase.

I haven't seen each other for a month, and I feel like I'm tired of eating.

Also with him is Uncle Jin.

Originally, he was the only one in this treasure pavilion, and in addition to drinking and sleeping on weekdays, he lived a leisurely life.

But since this king came, I feel that this treasure pavilion is also a little more angry, this kid speaks well, and he has also helped himself earn a lot of spirit stones.

As a result, this kid suddenly went into retreat, and he had to be alone again.

I don't think I think it is on weekdays, but there is no one around me to talk to, and I suddenly feel lonely, and even the wine in the gourd doesn't seem to taste as good as before.

If Wang Zhi knew what Uncle Jin was thinking now, he would definitely complain fiercely.

You just want someone to be your trash can, right? Whatever should be said and what shouldn't be said is spit out in one go, like a cannon.

Those sect gossip told me to forget it, you told me that when you were six years old, you stole a roast chicken and was chased and beaten by the master, what did you tell me to do?

It's a pity that Wang Zhi is still in retreat and cultivating, and Uncle Jin has no one to talk to, so he has to have fun with those outer disciples who came to receive Yuefeng, and ask if there are any interesting things in the sect recently.

No, Uncle Jin, who was idle and bored, was half-lying under a plane tree in front of the door of the Treasure Pavilion, and under him was a smooth bluestone, and the sunlight fell on him in spots through the gaps between the leaves.

I saw him turn over comfortably, carrying a wine gourd in his hand, and poured it into his mouth wantonly, and then made a pleasant sound.

"This kid is quite suitable for cultivating immortals......"

Uncle Jin sighed with emotion, when he first entered the immortal cultivation realm, because of the master's teaching, he did not lack any resources, but he only fished for three days and dried nets for two days.

According to his master's words, he is not determined enough and can't bear it.

In this regard, Wang Zhi is much stronger than himself.

Uncle Jin narrowed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

It's just that the spiritual root is a little worse......

Although Uncle Jin's cultivation is not high, he is a person who has seen the world.

It is true that Wang Zhi took the best myelin cleansing pill, but his foundation is thin, even if he has such a treasure medicine, it can only improve his spiritual root qualification by a few levels.

Uncle Jin estimated that Wang Zhi's current level of spiritual root was also six or seven layers.

It can only be regarded as a middle-aged person.

It's no problem to build a foundation, as long as the cultivation resources are enough, even if it's not enough, it's just a matter of staying up for a few more years.

But if you want to get married, that's not something that can be solved by one or two chances.

It's sad~

Uncle Jin took another sip of spirit wine, feeling the taste of spicy and fragrant spirit fruit in his mouth, and his mood was a little better.

Forget it, why do you want to do so much.

The origin and extinction of the fate are over, and the flowers bloom and fall to the dust.

Who can embark on that smooth road?

It's better to let the tide rise and fall, I see for myself.

Thinking of this, Uncle Jin was in a good mood, and couldn't help but take a big sip, lay down on the bluestone slab with his eyes closed, and fell asleep with the birdsong.