"Okay!"

After receiving an affirmative answer, Song Hao made up his final decision, and his face also showed an expression of looking at death as if he were at home.

The hope of promotion overrode the fear of the smell of porridge.

The big deal is that I tasted a dark dish.

Song Hao comforted himself like this.

Then he took a deep breath, calmed the uneasiness in his heart, and took a firm step to walk back to the food box in front of him.

"Vomit ......"

As soon as he got closer, Song Hao was almost smoked by the rancid stench.

"Little friend, come on. ”

"Senior brother, I'm optimistic about you!"

Song Hao turned his head and saw that not only Zhou Ling, but even the always steady Qingling Venerable had put up a protective film to isolate the smell from the outside.

The two of them agreed, far away from the bowl of porridge.

Song Hao: "......"

I don't know if it's an illusion, how do you feel about these two guys, a little schadenfreude.

Song Hao thought with tears streaming down his face.

But he has no choice now, if he wants to break through the bottleneck in front of him as soon as possible and step into condensation, he must frown and dry this bowl of porridge.

"This is sesame paste, this is sesame paste......"

Maybe it's because it's been stored for too long, a good bowl of porridge has turned black, not to mention the stench it emits, the color alone makes people feel extremely uncomfortable, Song Hao can only comfort himself in his heart.

But if you want to self-hypnosis, where is it so easy?

The stench penetrates the nose and cannot be stopped.

"Vomit ......"

Before Song Hao could pick up the porridge, he vomited it first.

Zhou Ling: "......"

Qingling Venerable: "......"

The two of them moved a little further.

In this way, Song Hao vomited.

But he certainly wasn't going to give up just like that.

Song Hao's Dao heart for cultivating immortals was extremely firm.

Since you have made a choice, there will be no half-ass.

What is the rancid porridge thousands of years ago, it's a big deal to spit and vomit, and I'm used to it.

After a cup of tea, Song Hao finally relieved himself and picked up the porridge again, but before it was brought to his mouth, a suffocating smell came to his face.

"Vomit ......"

Someone threw up a mess again.

In this way, in a word, Song Hao really vomited and vomited, no one knew whether he was used to it, but he vomited for a whole morning.

Even if he was a monk, he looked sluggish.

Zhou Ling's face showed a look of unbearability: "Ah Hao, otherwise, forget it, a little slower cultivation, it's nothing, the taste of this bowl of porridge is too terrible, you can't do it, you must suffer like this." ”

"Yes, Xiaoyou, everything has a cause and effect, don't force yourself too much. Venerable Qingling looked at it from the sidelines with a little liver pain, and he also felt that the decision he made today was a little too much for Meng Lang.

"It's okay, I'm spitting and spitting, I'm almost used to it. ”

Song Hao's face was extremely ugly, but he waved his hand, showing stubbornness in his eyes.

Are you kidding.

Give up now?

Didn't you vomit all morning in vain?

Don't look at Song Hao's usual character as a good person, he is really ruthless, but he is even afraid of himself.

And a morning of vomiting did make him somewhat immune to the stench of this bowl of porridge.

"Fight. ”

As the saying goes, the night is long and there are many dreams, and at this time, taking advantage of the smell of this bowl of porridge, he has already adapted to a certain extent, Song Hao picked it up violently, and began to drink it to his mouth.

Woo, it stinks, and the taste is terrible, compared to the dark cuisine on the market, it's just weak?

That's sour......

In short, Song Hao burst into tears, and he didn't spit it out with strong perseverance.

Finally, after drinking a bowl of porridge and turning the river and sea in his stomach, Song Hao hurriedly sat cross-legged and began to refine the medicinal power in the spiritual food.

Venerable Qingling and Zhou Ling glanced at each other.

In this case, of course, the two will not stay where they are and watch.

Fortunately, this place is quiet enough, and the aura concentration is also good, which is suitable for cultivation.

So the two quietly left.

In this huge hall, only Song Hao himself was left.

He continued to refine the medicinal power in the spiritual food.

Don't say it, the senior sister really didn't lie to deceive each other.

This bowl of porridge thousands of years ago was sad when I drank it, but at this moment, the stomach began to become warm, and the stench in my mouth gradually dissipated, replaced by a medicinal fragrance that penetrated the dantian.

It's so comfortable.

The warmth is similar to soaking in a hot spring.

No, it is more comfortable, and the warm currents rise from the dantian, along the eight veins of the Qi meridian, flowing to the limbs and hundreds of remains......

Song Hao used the technique of internal vision and found that the power of qi and blood in his body had become stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The strength is growing so fast......

No pain, no gain, Song Hao suddenly felt that he had vomited and vomited for a morning just now, and this kind of effort was completely worth it.

After all, it's just a matter of spitting, and other monks have to fight with their lives if they want to get the elixir.

Of course, this thought was only a flash, and then Song Hao got rid of the distracting thoughts and concentrated on refining the medicinal power.

No matter what, I have suffered a lot, and the medicinal power in this bowl of porridge cannot be wasted at all.

In this way, after about half an hour, the warm current in the dantian disappeared, and was replaced by a cool one, just like eating ice cream in the hottest part of summer.

It's a completely different feeling, but it's just as comfortable.

Refreshed.

And the power of qi and blood is also growing.

Syllable......

A bottleneck has been broken, and Song Hao has now entered the sixth layer of the refining stage.

And that's just the beginning.

It's true that this bowl of porridge is rancid, but the effect is better than I expected, refining all the medicinal power, and there is really a lot of hope to enter the condensation period.

Continue.

Song Hao suddenly became full of confidence, and his meditating and refining medicinal power also became more motivated.

Time passed slowly, and an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Song Hao suddenly opened his eyes and suddenly stood up from the ground.

At this time, the power of qi and blood in his body had been filled to the limit, just like boiling water, boiling in the eight veins of the Qi Sutra.

Seven layers of body refining!

However, the bottleneck could not be broken.

Song Hao's face showed a hint of anxiety.

Refining the body to condensing qi is the sublimation of the realm, and it is necessary to transform the power of qi and blood into real spiritual power.

He knew this from the beginning.

But here's the difficulty, how to transform?

This is not as simple as lip service, the process of transformation has no experience to learn from at all, and Song Hao is a little at a loss.

What should I do, what should I do?

Song Hao really wanted to fall asleep, and dreamed to see what the guy named Chu Xuan did, but unfortunately he could only think about it, at this time, he was at the critical moment of promotion, and if he really went to sleep, it would be too dangerous, and if he was not careful, he might be doomed.