The dragon roar in the void is deafening, the magnificent momentum surrounds Wu Ling, and the space is suddenly condensed and chaotic, it is this dragon sound that brings vitality to the void space, such as flowers blooming and not being destroyed, butterflies flying are not extinguished, and the eternity of life is endless. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The bright air flow gradually became a looming golden dragon, and countless dragon shadows wandered on Wu Ling's body, blood veins, internal organs, seven orifices, thighs, calves and toes, all of which were all kinds of dragon-shaped floating shadows, and the ripples brought out by the warm and suitable light were reflected on Wu Ling's body, as if he was in a thousand flowers, the vitality was infinitely good, and the vigor was never extinguished.

"Dragon's breath? I feel it. ”

Because the light and airflow rippling out of the dantian are extremely thick, it has not been adjusted for a while, and he was stunned, and in his drowsy thoughts, there was a faint sentence, the void was like the roaring sound of ten thousand dragon souls, and because of this sentence, it began to become silent, as if Wu Ling was its master, and gradually returned to the original empty state, where only Wu Ling was surrounded by dragon-shaped light.

Inside Wu Ling's body, in his dantian, a platinum-like dragon breath changed this figure, the shadow was entangled, its figure was extremely illusory, if it weren't for its pan-hua halo ripples, it would have been ignored, its unyielding and mighty dragon king, manic and furious, kept opening his blood basin and roaring, but he couldn't make any sound, and his discouraged appearance appeared, and he used his invisible head to gently touch Wu Ling's dantian.

"Ding!"

The blood flow accelerated by two times, and along the blood vessels and meridians that were fitted by the bright air flow, it was like a flood surging out, pouring thousands of miles, rolling and stirring up the blood, surging, but this was painful for Wu Ling.

The flow of life has a specific law, the acceleration of blood, hitting the blood meridian, the severe pain of the nerve stings Wu Ling's whole body.

But this is not over, when the end of a round of blood with a double flow rate, followed by a four-fold flow rate, the blood pouring into the blood vessels, those blood cells rub, destroyed and reborn rapidly, reborn again after rebirth, there is no source to trace, and there is no sign of the end, the severe pain is no longer an increase of twice the magnitude, Wu Ling clenched his gums, his brows furrowed, this feeling is very familiar with the first time he received the Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon, but it is not the gap in the same realm.

Fortunately, Wu Ling's blood vessels were fully surrounded by bright airflow, which was able to withstand the expansion brought about by the acceleration of blood, and it was in this way that when the four-fold blood flow rate ended, Wu Ling felt that the eight-fold blood flow rate gradually began to gather under the agitation of the platinum dragon in that dantian.

With the nod of the dantian platinum dragon, the blood was like a fierce sword off the string, with a "bang" sound, it was as fast as Tu Yong in front of him, which could only pass through a thin stream of capillaries, but at this time it had been squeezed into several ways to go hand in hand, and its intensity was no less than ten times that of the woman when she was pregnant, and the beads of sweat began to condense in the pores of Wu Ling's body, and when it was formed, it was once again attracted by the bright stream, and returned to Wu Ling's body, without losing a single cent of energy.

Eight times the blood flow rate, to the wild horse, traversal, no matter how big the gap in front of it, just enter, expand and expand, and rush forward fiercely, the friction between blood cells has begun to emit heat, but under the wrapping of the bright air flow, the heat is not dispersed at all, Wu Ling can't help but endure the severe pain, and gradually adapt to the scorching feeling brought by the high temperature.

Time passed little by little, I don't know how many times the flow rate of eight times the flow rate circulated in Wu Ling's body, at this time, Wu Ling's whole body was already red, and the hot blood was scorching Wu Ling's body like boiling water, at this time, if he touched Wu Ling, he would definitely be scalded with blood red spores.

Wu Ling changed the haggard face on his face, replaced it with comfort and serenity, he had gradually adapted to the eight times the flow rate of blood, and also adapted to the temperature attached to the eight times the flow rate, and at this time it returned to the original state, and the surrounding light was like a loving mother, giving himself the feeling of incomparable gentleness and tranquility.

The little platinum dragon in Wu Ling's dantian stared proudly at the inside of Wu Ling's body, the blood whistling in front of him, it gently clicked one of the blood cells with the tentacles on its head, and there was a slight sound of bang, and the blood cells exploded and disappeared, the little platinum dragon condensed the sharp dragon eye, shook his head, and spit out the dragon's breath, like a mentor who hated iron and steel, looked at the corners of Wu Ling's slightly raised mouth, and then turned his head to look ahead, holding his breath and concentrating, the dragon horn clicked on the dantian in front of him again, but this time it was not as gentle as the previous times, and this time the decision was undoubtedly enough for Wu Ling to drink a pot。

It's going to come faster!

"Sixteen times the blood flow rate!"

At this time, Wu Ling had already woken up, and he had already noticed that the small platinum dragon in the dantian, when he was able to withstand eight times the blood flow rate, he used his strength, and it was no longer the martial arts realm that it used to be.

With the penetration of the bright airflow, there is also a part of the airflow that has infiltrated Wu Ling's brain, and this part of the light not only plays a protective role, but also carries the inheritance of knowledge.

Wu Ling has completely understood the structure of the entire Jianghu Martial Arts World at the moment, no, it should be said that it is the structure of the big world before the mutation, and the current big world is still different from the knowledge he has inherited, which is the first warning Wu Ling when the knowledge is inherited.

Take the internal force of the martial artist as an example, it is divided into nine levels of internal force one to internal force nine, and only a martial artist who becomes a layer of internal force can have the qualification to survive in the martial arts of the rivers and lakes, and above the internal force, is the internal qi of the transformation, and the level division between them, we will talk about it in detail later.

Of course, the cultivation of this internal force is not for anyone to succeed in cultivation, the previously hostile black-robed man, with his martial arts body analysis, is at most a strong man at the peak of the first layer of internal force, only half a foot into the realm of the second layer of internal force, but in the end it is still a little bit worse, if it is not for the encounter with Wu Ling, injured, and in the practice for a while, maybe he will really be able to advance to the second layer of the internal force strong.

Why was Wu Ling able to defeat a martial artist at the peak of his internal strength in the end? Originally, Wu Ling was also very puzzled, thinking that this should be related to the Dragon Descending Palm, but when he came into contact with the knowledge inheritance of the Great World, Wu Ling really understood why the Dragon Descending Palm was a martial art coveted by many main gods.

When the black-robed man was facing the enemy Wu Ling, he injected an internal force into it, and this internal force was originally intended by the black-robed man, that is, he wanted to disgust Wu Ling and vent his dissatisfaction with finding the dragon in the past thirty years.

But on the whole, the power of external help is always very different from that of one's own practice.

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