If the records in the classics are true and correct, what he faces is the recovery of his injuries and the improvement of his internal strength.

If there is a deviation between the records in the classics and the reality, even if it is extremely poisonous, it will not cause him to die of poison and death.

At most, it is just to let him fall into the poison and sprinkle a handful of salt on the existing injuries.

For him, this result is already an excellent result.

Murong Yu took a long breath, his expression was very calm, as if he had done an extremely simple thing, he grabbed the Nether Grass beside him and stuffed it into his mouth, now that he had made up his mind, he no longer hesitated.

Life and death are only in a thought.

It's either heaven or hell.

Now that the dead end is over, there is only life in front of us.

What is he afraid of, and why should he be afraid?

A force that didn't come from nowhere, at this moment, supported him to make a choice.

When you chew the herb in your mouth, the bitter juice fills your mouth, making it difficult to swallow at all, and the feeling is like chewing wax. Even if it is not highly toxic, the bitterness of this juice alone is enough to make many people turn away from it.

Rao is Murong Yu, who has tasted hundreds of herbs, almost couldn't help but vomit it, you can imagine how unbearable this taste is.

If an ordinary person chews it, even if it tastes a drop of juice, I am afraid that it will already vomit all over the ground.

However, Murong Yu didn't spit it out, he swallowed it forcibly, and not a drop was wasted.

Even if even a drop of medicinal properties of this rare and exotic herb is wasted, it is shameful, and it is simply a tyrannical thing.

What's more, this Netherworld Grass is already a rare existence in the rivers and lakes, and it is even more rare to use one plant to reduce one.

Although, he still knows no less than dozens of ways to take Nether Grass.

Even, every method he knew was not as disgusting and difficult to swallow as it was at the moment.

He still chose this way, a simple and rude, extremely primitive way of taking.

If nothing else, he just didn't want to waste the medicinal properties of this rare plant, he just wanted to give full play to the effects of this herb perfectly, nothing more.

In fact, it turned out that he was not bad luck.

Not just not bad, but with excellent luck.

In fact, the medicinal properties of this herb are exactly the same as those recorded in the classics, or even better than those recorded in the classics.

is also extremely domineering.

It didn't take long for the medicinal juice to enter his abdomen, and Murong Yu felt that there were warm currents surging up in the meridians, although this warm current was very weak, like worms scurrying around in his body, this feeling was difficult to describe in words, but it made him feel very comfortable, as if he was under the winter sun, very comfortable.

This is a sign that the true qi is in the body and is beginning to resurge.

It is also the medicinal properties of the Netherworld Herb, which is a sign that it is stirring pure inner breath and starting to work in the body.

Just like a person who wants to eat when he is hungry and drink water when he is thirsty, this time is crucial, this strange air flow surging in his body, it is simply extremely important for him, once he misses it, he misses the best opportunity.

Murong Yu didn't care about experiencing this wonderful feeling, and hurriedly tried to run the internal breath, according to the method of three long and one short breathing, communicating the true qi in the body, and running along a specific trajectory.

For a while, the air flow in the body was also very docile, gushing out from the dantian, spiraling up along the back and heading straight to the Fengfu, then sinking into the mud pills, falling into the Purple Palace, and then along the Tanzhong, Lingxu, Dovetail and other acupoints, all the way unimpeded operation, where the internal breath flowed, the heat flow was endless and indescribably comfortable, but it was also satisfactory.

As long as he completely follows such a trajectory of true qi, when the internal breath falls back to the dantian, Murong Yu can recover as before, and his skills can be further improved.

It's just that he completely forgot.

I forgot why it's called Nether Grass.

The so-called netherworld sees it as invisible, hears it silently, and the art of the master is the way, subtle and divine; Words are insufficient, but deeds are excessive; There is more than that, so it can be both the four seas and the underworld.

It can be seen that what can be called the netherworld is not an ordinary thing.

However, how could the medicinal properties of this Netherworld Herb be so easy to control, if it was as docile as an ordinary healing drug, then it would not be called Netherworld Grass.

Just when the internal breath was about to fall back to the dantian, Murong Yu suddenly felt that the heat flow in his body began to become restless, and became extremely abnormal.

He didn't know where the problem was, let alone what the problem was.

In terms of time, he didn't have time to think so much, and he was not allowed to think so much.

Once the internal breath breaks through the dantian, what is left for him is that his skills are exhausted, like a wasted person, which is a taboo for practitioners, and it is a situation that any martial arts practitioner does not want to encounter.

Where does he dare to have a trace of slackness, as the so-called does not enter the tiger's den to get the tiger, and put it in the place of death to get a future life.

For the sake of today's plan, there are only two choices left for him, and there are only these two choices.

The first is to let the internal force break through the dantian, dissipate all his strength, and from then on withdraw from the rivers and lakes and return to the mountains and forests, whether it is family hatred and blood hatred or fame and fortune, it has nothing to do with him.

Obviously, this is something he is unwilling to face, if he chooses this path, what is the difference between it and death, and it is no different from living like a walking corpse.

Therefore, for Murong Yu, it seems that there are two paths to choose from, but in fact, for him, there is only one path to choose.

He could only choose to go along the second path, and the retrograde meridians broke through the second vein of Rendu, opened the shackles in his body, and opened the entrance.

At this moment, only by doing the opposite can we save ourselves.

He couldn't find a better reason than that.

However, this road is not smooth and stable.

This road is still, there is a great danger, it can be described as extremely dangerous, and there are also nine deaths, this is not alarmist.

Once, Murong Yu could not take this opportunity to break through the entrance, what was left for him was a serious injury, a serious injury, a seven-hole bleeding, and life and death, and the end could be described as extremely miserable.

Murong Yu is not a good gambler, and he has to gamble at this time.

When life hangs by a thread, if you don't gamble, there is only a dead end, and if you gamble, there may be a glimmer of life.

Murong Yu didn't think much about it anymore, and hurriedly raised his finger towards a few big acupoints on his body, if there were Xinglin masters beside these successive points, he would definitely be able to see that these few moves were the few medical masters in the martial arts, and the pulse interception method was used.

This method of cutting the pulse is not common, except for a few old monsters that almost no one has learned.

It was just a few clicks at this point, and the internal breath in Murong Yu's body seemed to hit a wall, and it no longer flowed into the dantian.

However, this momentary impact also caused Murong Yu to suffer a lot of trauma, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Murong Yu didn't care about this, and at this moment, it was the luck that forced the internal breath to go against the trend, and the internal breath rushed towards the middle navel again along the meridians, gathering in the middle of the body, this pull seemed easy, and the difficulty was self-evident.

Like a wild horse running at high speed, it was forced to turn around and run in an instant, just imagine how much impact the person on the horse would be, and you can guess how tragic Murong Yu was affected.