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This made Mo Qing a little secretly surprised, it was worthy of being a high-end product, and even the way it melted was quite different from those ordinary pills.

After the entrance of the Tsukidan, it did not take effect immediately like other pills, but even the initial warmth was gone.

Except for a trace of lingering fragrance in his mouth, there was no other reaction.

If it weren't for the careful study of Tsukidan's reaction after taking it before, Mo Qing would probably wonder if Elder Han had made a fake pill to fool him.

Tsukidan will have to wait for a while before it will take effect, and Mo Qing is not in a hurry, just sitting cross-legged on the futon and carefully feeling the changes in his body.

At the same time, I carefully recalled in my heart what I knew about the things I needed to pay attention to when building a foundation.

After a few hours like this, Mo Qing felt that his dantian began to gradually become hot, like a flame burning, and it was burning more and more.

An unbearable burning sensation came from there.

In contrast, the limbs and other places became cold, as if exposed to the cold of the winter.

The two extreme sensations of extreme heat and cold appeared on Mo Qing's body at the same time, and immediately made him taste the feeling of ice and fire.

It's just that the taste is not wonderful at all.

After about a meal, the burning sensation in the dantian that made the scalp tingle suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if the limbs and other places that had been frozen in ice had also returned to their normal temperature.

The pain subsided too suddenly, which made Mo Qing a little uncomfortable.

After the initial astonishment, his expression immediately became solemn, for he knew from the experience of others when they had built the foundation that the next round of pain was about to strike.

Even if he was fully mentally prepared, when the pain came, Mo Qing's face couldn't help but change greatly, and he pressed his hands on the dantian, refusing to move half an inch.

The painful feeling in the dantian, like more than a dozen knives constantly stirring, made Mo Qing's face pale all of a sudden.

Drops of sweat slipped down his bloodless cheeks, without the slightest hint of warmth.

Mo Qing's body fell to the ground, and his body kept squirming.

He bit his lip so hard that he didn't let himself let out a howl of pain, so much so that his lip was bitten by him. A sweet smell filled his mouth.

After Fu Jiang, who was squatting on the windowsill, saw Mo Qing's uncomfortable appearance, he couldn't help but get anxious, jumping up and down on the windowsill, and there were bloodshot spots in his dark eyes.

But it didn't dare to approach Mo Qing, because Mo Qing had asked it to watch Xiao Lou live and not let others disturb him, and at the same time, no matter what kind of situation he had, it would not matter, because that would probably put Mo Qing himself in a situation from which he could never recover.

Mo Qing lay on the ground in pain, curled up in a ball, and the two round eyeballs were bloodshot and protruding outward, making people very worried about whether they would suddenly burst out of their sockets in the next moment.

Mo Qing scolded desperately in his heart, he couldn't have imagined that the understated pain in the foundation building experience was such a life-and-death dilemma.

These book-writing bastards definitely do it on purpose!

Just as Mo Qing had just scolded those unscrupulous writers, the intense pain in the dantian suddenly erupted.

This outbreak caused the great pain in the dantian to divide into countless paths and spread to the limbs and hundreds of remains, and immediately spread all over the body along the meridians.

So much so that Mo Qing felt that his bone marrow was painful!

Mo Qing didn't have the heart to continue scolding, because this intense pain had made his brain go blank, except for the endless pain, Mo Qing seemed to feel that everything had been far away from him.

Just when Mo Qing wanted to hit his head on the ground, this sharp pain suddenly disappeared like a tide, and before he had time to be happy, a strange itch appeared on his body again.

Mo Qing is a person who is extremely afraid of itching, if he can barely endure the pain, this sudden itch is not within his range.

The feeling of 10,000 ants crawling around almost makes you crazy.

Mo Qing's two hands scratched at his body quickly, and at the same time, his body kept rolling on the ground, trying to relieve some of the pain.

But this did not have the slightest effect, and this itch that penetrated deep into the bone marrow seemed to be unaltered by external forces.

Mo Qing's mouth opened, and a sound of laughter that was not like a human voice came out of his mouth one after another, the voice was harsh, extremely afraid of people, and could stop children from crying at night.

So much so that several Qi Refining Stage disciples who passed by his small building heard his oozing laughter through the light shield.

This made the disciples look at each other, obviously unable to understand why this guy who had just broken into the door and became famous made such a terrifying sound.

However, extraordinary people naturally do some extraordinary things, so when they heard it, they just walked away quickly, without thinking much about it.

Mo Qing now regrets using the Chill Stone, could it be that this damn thing is extremely sensitive to nerve stimulation, just to let people who take Tsukidan have a good experience of this taste?

This kind of inhuman torture tossed Mo Qing for half an hour before it gradually subsided, and at this time Mo Qing no longer had the slightest strength, lying on the ground greedily inhaling his breath, like a dying catfish.

Raising his hand, he wiped a handful of snot and tears from his face with the sleeves of his sweat-soaked robe that could be wrung out of water, and Mo Qing slowly stood up against the wall.

He swore that he couldn't stand this strange itch and cried, but the tears and snot were out of his control.

After calming down his mood, Mo Qing was in the mood to look at himself.

It's sticky up and down, and it's very uncomfortable.

Mo Qing tore off the robe that was dripping down and threw it aside, only to find that his body had been covered with a thin layer of inexplicable gray substance at some point, and it also exuded some indescribable strange smell.

Mo Qing thought to himself, this is probably the impurities mentioned in those notes, but didn't those experiences say that there would be a lot? Why is there only so much on himself?

Does it mean that your qualifications are better than others?

When he thought of his three-attribute spiritual root, he couldn't help but shake his head.

Ignoring the strange-smelling impurities on his body, Mo Qing hurriedly began to investigate his cultivation, because this was the biggest goal of his operation.

However, when he saw the aura that filled the dantian, a worried heart suddenly cooled by half.

He knew very well what it meant that there was still a gaseous aura in the dantian after taking the Tsukidan.

Mo Qing's body shook twice, leaning against the wall and sliding limply on the ground.

It's over!, he thought unconsciously.

The Tsukidan that he had finally gotten was wasted like this.

If Huang Laoxie was not involved, even if the foundation building failed once, Mo Qing would not have such a big reaction, because he was still young.

But when he thought of the life and death of Huang Laoxi's soul hiding in the jade pendant around his neck, Mo Qing's heart was very blocked.

Where can I find another Tsukidan!

Now there are still three years before these sects recruit disciples, which means that only after three years will there be a large-scale Tsukidan coming out, but can you afford to wait for three years, can Master wait?

Mo Qing didn't have any focus between his eyes, and he looked at the jade card in his hand in a daze, not moving.

Fu Jiang didn't know what was going on with Mo Qing, but it could feel that Mo Qing was in a very bad mood.

But it couldn't find any good way to comfort its master, so it could only squat beside Mo Qing and watch him quietly.

I have made so many preparations, I shouldn't fail, and if this can't be successful, then how do other people break this bottleneck?

There must be something wrong!" Mo Qing roared in his heart.

After his mind returned a little, he squeezed out a smiling face to comfort the lucky generals around him, and immersed his mind in his body again.

The aura in the dantian is very sufficient, and the turquoise aura fills the entire dantian.

Mo Qing, who was full of unwillingness, looked at those spiritual qi and felt a burst of irritability in his heart, they should have turned into spiritual liquid.

Thinking of the spiritual liquid, Mo Qing's heart moved, and his divine sense immediately penetrated through those dense spiritual qi towards the very center of the dantian.

The wisp of black and white aura that occupied the center of Mo Qing's dantian was still motionless, and he didn't pay any attention to Mo Qing's arrival.

However, after Mo Qing saw the scene here, his eyes immediately turned red, because the wisp of aura was originally empty, and there was a lot of emerald green liquid at this time, and the scale was a few points more than before.

If he said that his failure to build the foundation this time had nothing to do with the black and white aura that was still pretending to be an uncle, Mo Qing would not believe it if he killed him.

Your uncle......

Mo Qing cursed at the wisp of aura that was motionless as if he had never done anything. Originally, I thought that this guy was not a good thing, but I didn't expect that he would lack virtue to such an extent.

I finally got a Tsukidan, which saved my master's hope, but I was stolen by this bastard to pick peaches.

You bastard......

Mo Qing now didn't have the joy of discovering that the spiritual liquid created by this guy was so useful a few days ago, and he was full of anger and scolded at this inhuman aura.

It's just that the wisp of aura doesn't eat Mo Qing's set, and it still looks like it's going to die.

Mo Qing, who had no choice, withdrew his divine sense from his body, and at this time he found that there was still warmth coming from his limbs, and he knew that this was the remnant of the medicine that had not been absorbed.

I don't know if it will be useful to absorb them.

Mo Qing sat down with little hope and began to absorb the remaining medicinal power in his body.