Those spiritual qi that escaped from the broken meridians, when they broke out of Han Shi's body, actually took a faint red color, turned into a red mist, and enveloped Han Shi.

Han Shi's body surface, under the impact of this flood-like vitality, burst into many small wounds, as if under his skin, a fierce beast was sealed, and it was about to tear him apart.

Under the rush of vitality, the oozing blood did not fall, but floated upwards and merged into the red mist.

If Han Shi hadn't been a stone cultivator, his physical body was very strong, at this moment, he would only have the possibility of bursting and dying, and no one would have chosen this move that was close to self-destruction.

And Han Shi's stubbornness is the initial and strongest motivation in his life.

In this way, while Han Shi wholeheartedly condensed the stone yuan liquid, he also opened another door for himself, one of which was not mentioned in the Dingtian Stone Recipe.

The fifty-third drop was condensed when Han Shi resisted the seventy-ninth wave of spiritual energy impact, and then, after one hundred and six waves of spiritual energy impact, it condensed into fifty-fourth drop.

The condensation of each drop takes nearly ten hours, and the more it is over, the longer it takes to condense the elemental liquid.

In this underground palace, I can't tell the difference between day and night, I can only feel that time has passed for a long time.

"Condensation!"

This is the only belief in Han Shi's mind, an almost crazy belief!

The number of eight or eight has long been left behind by him, and it is no longer mysterious, and now what he wants to impact is ninety-nine eighty-one drops!

Seventy-eight drops!

Seventy-nine drops

Eighty drops!

Han Shi lowered his head slightly, his eyes showed a look of extreme exhaustion, now he no longer had the urge to condense the yuan liquid, the rest was just a repetitive instinct.

The condensation of the eightieth drop took almost three whole days for Han Shi, and that half of the spirit crystal also completely dissipated at this moment.

Han Shi smiled slightly, this is not another test from heaven, looking at the eighty-one drops that seemed to be close at hand, Han Shi's heart was even calmer, his palm turned over, and what appeared in his palm was a complete spirit crystal, which was swallowed by him and the bloodshot in his hand.

This is no longer a test from heaven, but a test from himself.

His gaze had already fallen behind eighty-one drops, and he looked at the number of ten that no one had ever thought of.

He thought, give it a try!

Five days later, in a silent manner, the eighty-first drop of Yuan liquid condensed, and what was around Han Shi was no longer a red mist, but a blood mist.

Pure blood!

The withdrawal of blood made Han Shi's face pale, and the feeling of weakness that Shou Yuan did not continue resurfaced in his heart, his whole body was almost naked, and his clothes were shattered under the impact of the extremely fast spurting aura.

Han Shi's figure, at the moment when the eighty-first drop was condensed, suddenly lost weight, and he could feel that the blood in his body was decreasing uncontrollably, as if there was an invisible force preventing him from peeking into the world above the ninety-nine.

This withdrawal of blood was a warning that he must stop there.

Otherwise, die!

This kind of warning, which fell directly in his mind, came from the rules of the underworld, which were part of the Heavenly Dao.

This is the dialogue between Heavenly Dao and him.

When Han Shi saw the Dingtian Stone Jue for the first time, he felt two thoughts in a trance, one of which was the sadness that could not be dissolved.

And that heroic, although he yearns for it, he has never understood why this heroism arises.

It is only today that he understands what that heroism is.

For Shi Xiu, the way of heaven is second, and the way of stone is first.

Shi Xiu, only when he fully agrees with this idea in his heart, can he be qualified to pursue the extremely mysterious stone path.

At this moment, Han Shi understood, and at this moment, he chose this idea.

This idea is not to despise the way of heaven, but on the contrary, to face up to the way of heaven, and in the end, to win the battle!

At this moment, standing behind him was the path of stone.

At this moment, in his heart, it is the way of stone.

At this moment, he is the stone.

Many years ago, he was already a stone, his surname was derived from his father, but his name was self-determined.

His name is Han Seok.

This is a warning from the Heavenly Dao, but so what?

Han Shi's eyes closed slightly, ignoring it, and he was immersed in the condensed yuan liquid again, and the pain all over his body was like a tide, and he laughed at it.

With the passage of time, the blood mist became thicker and thicker, almost indescribable by fog, but drops of blood beads, floating around him, gradually, the blood beads were connected, becoming blood lines, and finally, when the blood lines were fused together, they turned into a blood curtain, enveloping Han Shi.

Han Shi's body, day after day, gradually dried up.

Silently, half a year has passed, and Han Shi at this time is like a skeleton, and in his dantian, the ninety-ninth drop of stone yuan liquid is only a trace away, and it will be condensed.

In the past six months, except for swallowing a spirit crystal again halfway, Han Shi did not have the slightest distraction, and tried his best to condense the stone yuan liquid, and after eighty-one drops, every drop of condensation, he had to spurt out a mouthful of blood, and now there is not one in a hundred of the blood stored in his body.

And the time to condense into a drop is also constantly increasing, and this ninety-ninth drop, it took twenty-one days to condense and form, but there is still a trace of difference.

The vitality in the body is exhausted at this moment.

Han Shi slowly opened his eyes, his skin had cracked, showing a dead appearance, and his whole body seemed to have only one skin draped over the bones, and his eyes had lost their luster, leaving only two ghostly lights, opening and closing, like a ghost.

He knew that he was on the verge of his limit, and that one more step would lead him off a cliff, his last chance to compromise.

The corners of Han Shi's mouth flashed with a chuckle, this Heavenly Dao is always stirring people's heartstrings intentionally or unintentionally, if it is someone else here, he will definitely choose to let go, and it is enough to keep these ninety-nine drops.

But he just wanted to go under the cliff and take a look.

This was his first confrontation with the invisible Heavenly Dao, and he couldn't be defeated.

Han Shi flipped his right hand, took out a spirit crystal again, swallowed it in one gulp, and fell silent again.

The ninety-ninth drop was condensed almost at the moment when Shi Yuanqi reappeared, and next, what he condensed would be the hundredth drop.

Building a foundation like Han Shi is unprecedented and unprecedented.

In addition to the fact that his physical body and belief have reached a considerable height, the most important thing is that he has the opportunity that ordinary Ning Yuan Monk has never had, and he has a treasure like Spirit Crystal, which even Yuan Infant Monk has to be careful of, and there are six pieces in total.

This is equivalent to gathering the strength of one sect and going all out to help him build a foundation, which is of course a unique thing.

This last drop, which seems to be just a drop, is a moat, which makes people feel hopeful and discouraged.

A whole year passed, Han Shi couldn't feel it, he only felt that the condensation of this drop was more difficult than the previous ninety-nine drops combined.

In his body, there is not a single blood left, only in the depths of his heart, there is still a trace of it, so that his heart beats only once every few hours.

His flesh was no longer pale, but the color of ashes, the color of ashes.

And the hundredth drop, finally with a faint outline.

The fifth and sixth spirit crystals were taken out by him at the same time and swallowed, but he didn't believe it, so he couldn't condense this drop.

Time, two years have passed again, Han Shi's breath is already imperceptible, his heartbeat has already reached, it only beats once in a few days, and the whole person is no different from a dead person.

His consciousness had fallen into a blur, and all he remembered was that all he had to do was one word.

That word is called "condensation"

At this moment, in his dantian, the hundredth drop of stone yuan liquid was already on the verge of condensation, but even with the condensation of the massive stone yuan qi, there was no longer any sign of increase.

An invisible big hand blocked the birth of this drop.

Han Shi's move is no longer just the foundation of the monk, but also the foundation of the stone cultivation.

The stone foundation is very different from the monk, the ordinary stone repair, until the first fall has passed, in order to achieve the conditions for the foundation building, and the whole process must have elders on the side, in case of accidents.

Han Shi was by mistake and embarked on the road of building a stone foundation, and before he crossed the two falls.

As a result, the difficulty will reach an unimaginable level, and it can be fatal at any time.

Although Han Shi didn't know about it, he didn't expect the word crisis, and once this matter was completed, the opportunity was great.

When the stone is built on the foundation, if there is great perseverance, it will be given by the stone road, and a small stone will be born out of thin air in the dantian.

Name, natal stone.

Those who obtain this stone are equivalent to having a chance to be reborn, even if the body and spirit are dead, they can also use this stone to live.

Although in a blur, Han Shi still felt that death was approaching again, and this death seemed to be the punishment that Heavenly Dao had chosen for him.

There was only the last trace of blood left in his heart, and his life was like a thread.

Why, on this day, people always have to make compromises, in Han Shi's view, it is like bowing to this day in his heart, and the servants are at the feet of the sky.

From then on, how to raise your head and face the sky.

In this life, he only kneels to his parents and only worships the master, what qualifications do he have on this day to let him kneel and worship.

Han Shi's eyes showed a moment of clarity, and his right hand slapped the last trace of blood in his heart under the slap of his chest.

He used this move to tell the invisible Heavenly Dao that he, Han Shi, would never compromise even if he died.

With the departure of that trace of blood, there was a subtle roaring sound in Han Shi's body, like the mournful roar before the mountain fell, and his gray body gradually shattered, and he could see the bones that had already been broken.

And at the moment when Han Shi's body was almost torn apart, in his dantian, the hundredth drop of stone yuan liquid finally ...... Cemented.

With the remaining ninety-nine drops of stone yuan liquid, it instantly fused together, forming a huge pale cyan liquid bead, which rotated in the dantian.

And the nine drops of Yuan liquid also condensed into a much smaller liquid bead, which rotated at the same time as the pale cyan liquid bead.

A faint coercion centered on Han Shi spread out, and the blood curtain floating around it also fell on Han Shi's body under this coercion, and along those broken wounds, it gradually sank into Han Shi's body.