Seeing the water splashing in the jade jar and full of medicinal power, Gan Ping gritted his teeth, put down the fire, and faded the tattered clothes on his body. After ten years of enlightenment in this underground, without the support of aura, Gan Ping's physical body has already shrunk, and the originally solid muscles have become skinny, and the ribs have also stood out one by one. Gan Ping felt that although the true yuan was still abundant, his physical body at the moment was stronger than ordinary people, and he didn't even have the strength of a thousand catties, which was simply not as good as some disciples of the outer sect qi refining realm, which was the consequence of consuming essence blood for a long time but not being replenished.

Gan Ping just wanted to step into the bathtub, coldly his calf was hugged by a pair of fluffy little paws, looked down, who else could there be if it wasn't Huo'er? Looking at this little thing crying and wiping tears and tears Gan Ping couldn't help but be amused and moved, it was obvious that this little thing thought that he was going to do something dangerous, it seemed that he had just been smoked by the medicinal gas, which made this little thing extremely afraid of the dark liquid in this jade jar.

Gan Ping flicked it lightly on its little head, "It's okay, Huo'er, you can rest assured here first." Saying that, he made a few remaining spirit stones and laid down a small formation, supporting the space here, and when he entered the jade jar, he would definitely not be able to control his mana, this sword light dissipated, and there was no external force to support it, maybe he buried himself under the soil.

After arranging everything, Gan Ping slowly entered the jade jar, and as soon as he entered this obscure karmic system, Gan Ping felt that the medicinal power was like thousands of steel needles stabbing into his body. The domineering and powerful medicine seemed to tear his body apart, and the arrogant and unreasonable rushed into his body like a robber, Gan Ping endured his trembling body, took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to escape from the potion, and submerged his whole body in the potion.

Strongly supporting the body trembling because of the pain, Gan Ping stretched out his hand, it was the starting style of the Liuhe Collapse Mountain Fist, this Liuhe Collapse Mountain Fist had the effect of absorbing the surrounding aura when it was practiced, although there was no aura for Gan Ping to absorb at the moment, but the forging effect of this abundant medicinal power was even better. Although in front of Feng Xingyuan and Bu Yizhen, with his luck and wit, he repeatedly narrowly escaped death, and also made the two suffer a big loss, but the former lost his arm, and the latter lost his life, but when he thought that he was like an ant, he was despised by others, and life and death were not in his hands, Gan Ping's psychology was like a fire.

Practicing this Liuhe Collapse Mountain Fist, the originally powerful medicinal power outside the body increased several times in time, rushing towards Gan Ping's body. Gan Ping only felt that every inch of his skin, muscles, tendons, and periosteum were viciously torn by a powerful external force, and then the powerful medicinal effect and the power of the witch god's essence and blood healed again, and then tore again, reciprocating, endlessly. This is simply comparable to the most vicious torture, a hundred times more painful than that torture, feeling every inch of his body emit a terrible sound of muscle tearing, in the blink of an eye it heals again, and then tears again, the medicinal effect and the power of essence and blood are mixed with Gan Ping's body.

Gan Ping almost crushed his teeth, it was so painful that he couldn't live in pain to the bone marrow. His whole person seemed to have been put in a stone mortar, and he was constantly hammered by a huge stone pestle, and the blood in his body flowed out with the tearing of the flesh, and then there was mixed with this medicinal power and the essence blood of the witch god and rushed back into the body, the pain was unimaginable, but Gan Ping still gritted his teeth and persevered, and his fist became faster and faster.

After a few breaths, Gan Ping's body has been torn hundreds of times, at this time his flesh has been extremely tough, and the power of the huge medicinal power to tear the flesh has also weakened a little, but it has increased his pain even more, it was a sharp blade before, but now it is a blunt knife to cut the flesh, and the pain is even more unbearable. Gan Ping could vaguely hear the sound of cracking leather when the huge medicinal force tore apart his body, and his body was like an old cowhide, slowly torn apart inch by inch, forcibly healing, and then torn again.

With a turn of internal breath, Gan Ping ran the Cylfire Fusion Yuan Forging Body True Decision, and his body became more tenacious, but the speed of performing the fist technique also increased several times, and the huge medicinal power surged towards him under the attraction of this fist. It is precisely with this strong medicinal power that he tears his body inch by inch, and then heals it again to enhance the strength of his body. This kind of pain, even Gan Ping wants to block the perception of pain, only to resist stubbornly, let the cone sting pain impact his mind again and again, this is not only the strengthening of the body, but also the tempering of mental perseverance.

The true yuan is the supernatural power, the physical body is the foundation, only the flesh furnace that carries the true essence of the divine soul is tempered to be indestructible, in order to use the physical body as a boat, through the boundless sea of suffering, to the other side. Gan Ping is deeply aware of this truth, any monk must sooner or later say that his physical body is strengthened to the extreme, if he fights with others and his physical body is destroyed, then everything will be over, and the way of heaven is hopeless, so he said that this physical body is the foundation of a monk.

Although it was extremely painful, Gan Ping's heart was extremely happy, in just a few breaths, his body had recovered as before because of the decay of his body for several years, and the tenacity and strength of his body were constantly rising. After refining the five internal organs after the true fire of the sun before, Gan Ping felt that the cultivation realm of his physical body was a little worse than that of his internal organs. This time this opportunity must not be wasted, Gan Ping, who could obviously feel the strength rising, roared, and accelerated his fist speed again, and the potion in the jade jar was like a big hand stirring, spinning up, and the abundant medicinal power rushed towards Gan Ping crazily.

Under the stimulation of this severe pain, Gan Ping couldn't settle down at all, shielding his senses around him, and he could only endure wave after wave of pain with clarity. On the ground outside the bathtub, the fire had become a tearful man, oh no, it was a tearful monkey. How could it not feel the pain of its master, which was connected to Gan Ping's heart? Looking at the figure swirling endlessly in the translucent jade jar with tears in his eyes, Huo'er couldn't help but cry and wipe away his tears, and a pair of little paws stained with mud and mud stained with tears, becoming a mud monkey.

Gan Ping had no time to care about him at the moment, and devoted himself to this cultivation, how many times he wanted to give up in the severe pain, wanted to stop his fist, and jumped out of the jade vat that made him extremely painful. However, Feng Xingyuan and Bu Yizhen's contemptuous eyes are right in front of you, you are an ant, a humble ant, an ant who lets others take care of their lives at will. Gan Ping is unwilling to be an ant in the eyes of people, his own life must be in his own hands, from now on, if anyone wants their own life, they can, they can take it themselves, the three-foot Qingfeng is waiting for you at any time!

Gradually, as Gan Ping absorbed it frantically, the originally dark and viscous liquid slowly became thinner, and the color gradually became lighter and lighter. As time passed, Gan Ping felt that the power of the medicine had begun to decline, although there was still severe pain in his body, it was no longer as unbearable as it was at the beginning, and it seemed that the liquid in this vat had been almost absorbed by himself. Slowly opened his eyes, but the fist momentum did not stop, and sure enough, the surrounding medicinal liquid had become almost clear and transparent, and his physical strength had increased a lot again. Absorbing the last trace of medicinal power, Gan Ping's arms shook, and the jade jar, which was already unbearable, immediately shattered into several pieces, and with a long roar, Gan Ping finally survived this painful level!