However, the eighteen palms of the dragon are not only this power, in addition to having the power of help, the dragon itself also has all the power of destruction, manufacturing, transfiguration, etc., in general, those who want to win the sovereignty of the creation god, the eighteen palms of the dragon are a set of martial arts that must be obtained. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The platinum dragon in the Wuling Dantian was the ultimate energy source that supported all the dragon descending palms, and it was also the ultimate goal that the main god coveted.

And this little platinum dragon can only be recuperated in Wu Ling's dantian at present, because of Wu Ling's strength, the little platinum dragon cannot grow further, but when it becomes its final form, the big world will inevitably be unpredictable because of Wu Ling's appearance.

Looking at the current pattern, the main gods still don't know that the dragon descending will fall into Wu Ling's hands, so it has become very important to improve Wu Ling's martial arts.

Therefore, the little platinum dragon continued to impact Wu Ling's blood, constantly honing Wu Ling's blood vessel bearing ability with double, quadruple, and eight times the blood flow rate, and at the same time, it was also to hone Wu Ling's recovery ability.

At different flow rates, the blood cells in the blood burst due to friction against each other, and the blood cells in the bone marrow began to make all kinds of blood cells again, and the two fought against each other, destroying and creating rebirth kept colliding.

When Wu Ling's bone marrow hematopoietic stem cells withstood the destruction of blood at twice the flow rate, the little platinum dragon made persistent efforts to transport it to four times the flow rate, and the constant impact accelerated the flow rate of the blood, and the blood cells hit the friction and burst, when the number of blood cells destroyed was not enough to provide their own needs, they pressed the production of bone marrow stem cells, and stronger blood cells continued to appear, and blood cells that could withstand four times the flow rate continued to appear, and soon Wu Ling adapted to the four times the blood flow rate.

In this way of continuous destruction and continuous rebirth, the little platinum dragon constantly oppresses Wu Ling's physical fitness, in order to improve his ability, no matter how far the road in the future is, it is absolutely not wrong to have a strong body as the foundation.

Wu Ling, who was in severe pain, constantly felt the approach of the breath of death, and because he adapted to the blood flow rate, he enjoyed the power rippling out of his body, the feeling of being reborn after death, like oily little bean sprouts, with all his strength to push the boulder above his head and face the sun when he swayed, calm and enthusiastic.

Every time the blood flow rate accelerated, Wu Ling's recovery ability continued to improve, and the blood flow rate of eight times had cost Wu Ling a lot of willpower to resist, so he held on, and the heat that emanated from the blood impact could not be lost, and it was still surrounding his body, and the skin's resistance to the heat was greatly improved.

But this is already the limit, no matter how fast it is, maybe it won't be able to bear it!

The only thought that flashed through the conscious Wu Ling's mind was this, if he wanted to hit sixteen times the blood flow rate, it was very difficult, it was a hard battle, a protracted battle.

But the little platinum dragon in Wu Ling's dantian didn't think so, at this time it had already done enough impact with sixteen times the blood flow rate, waiting for Wu Ling, except for fighting death, there was no other way to choose.

"Sixteen times the blood flow rate!"

Wu Ling secretly drank in his heart, bang, the blood that swelled from the toes was ready to go, at this time Wu Ling's toes could no longer be said to be toes, due to the surge of blood, the ten fingers and toes were like purple steamed buns, and the congestion caused some of the blood to flow out of the tiny skin pores, but under the wrapping of the outer layer of bright airflow, it returned to Wu Ling's body.

The little platinum dragon also knew Wu Ling's pain, it raised its head slightly, looked at Wu Ling through the dantian, and motioned for Wu Ling to hold on, of course Wu Ling also felt the meaning of the little platinum dragon, so Wu Ling exhaled half a breath, slowly exhaled, and finally gritted his teeth and closed his eyes and nodded fiercely, the sixteen times blood flow rate of the little platinum dragon ejected out, and death suddenly hit Wu Ling's heart.

"Hold on!"

The only message that Wu Ling can send is persistence, as long as he persists, survival is guaranteed, give up, wait is death, the big world of Jianghu martial arts does not need the existence of the weak, and the only choice Wu Ling can make is success.

I have to say that the horror of sixteen times the blood flow rate, the explosion of blood vessels is five times its own, the friction between blood cells is destroyed almost instantly, and all the internal organs are protected by the bright air flow to survive, not to mention the sixteen times the flow rate, even if it is two times the flow rate, it is enough to choke.

From the outside, Wu Ling's swollen body is like a ball, and his skin is covered with net-like bloodshots, and he has already distinguished where is between his feet and where is his palm, and what can be slightly distinguished is the white light at the dantian, which is in the center of the ball, and the little platinum dragon is shining with double dragon eyes, very anxiously waiting for Wu Ling's perfect transformation.

From its point of view, it can distinguish Wu Ling's face, its hideous and painful expression, as if it was bitten by thousands of insects and snakes, his eyes were bloody, and the scattered blood was purple and black, only to return to Wu Ling's body in an instant, and what he breathed out could no longer be said to be pure air, mixed with bloody white liquid, and the change between the seven holes of his head was no longer Wu Ling's original appearance, and the pain was no longer felt.

No pain is a lucky and desperate existence for Wu Ling, fortunately there is no need to bear the pain of this African people, the despair is that only the dead will not feel pain, that is to say, Wu Ling under the sixteen times the flow rate, has reached a fatal critical point, whether to choose to survive and face everything in the state of a strong man, or choose to fall on the ground and not die cowardly, for Wu Ling, there is always only one way, that is, to live!

Three dull sounds of "Teng Teng Teng" came out, and Wu Ling lost all his vitality, motionless, and showed no signs of success.

After the little platinum dragon saw it, he pouted back and forth, tossing up and down, but Wu Ling still didn't reply to it, quietly, the space was still quiet and terrifying.

I saw the little platinum dragon looking up with a desperate look and roaring unwillingly, even if it couldn't make a sound, but that heart-rending look, even if it didn't see it with my own eyes, it could still be transmitted, this is the so-called empathy.

The little platinum dragon roared sadly, but to no avail, it regretted that it shouldn't have been so reckless to impact Wu Ling with sixteen times the blood flow rate, and finally the little platinum dragon actually shed a crystal teardrop, the crystal teardrop slid through Wu Ling's dantian, flowed through Wu Ling's internal organs, penetrated through the capillaries, and passed through Wu Ling's mind, all just to apologize to Wu Ling.

In the void, Wu Ling, who was in the shape of a ball, exuded a halo of light on his body, and a subtle sound seemed to tear through the space and ripple out from the ball. ”

"I, Wu Ling, survived......"

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