"Cut the marrow!" A burst twitch was pierced between the cervical vertebrae, and a kind of stabbing slowly hurt the whole body with Di Jin's stretching, although the body was relaxed, but this instantaneous numbing pain kept spreading all over the body. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What is the middle stage of Qi training, what is the middle stage of Qi training!" Holding down the beating place of his heart in his chest, Di Jin kept beating his heart, and a heart-rending feeling couldn't help but suppress it for a moment, and he spit out a mouthful of blood between his mouths.

The purpose of the foundation building period is to break through the limits of oneself and break the threshold of life and death, so as to achieve the effect of putting oneself to death and being reborn, but that is for ordinary monks, and for Di Jin, at this moment, since he has been reborn and has the cultivation of the middle stage of Qi cultivation, then under the condition that the qi and blood of the physical body are full, he can try to challenge further!

"Cut the marrow, peel the skin, cramp, condense the pains!"

The four steps are consistent throughout the body to achieve the rolling of the root bone beyond the qualification. And all this is needed, not only a strong Dao heart, but more importantly, the support of the Tianzhao bloodline, if there is no Tianzhao bloodline as a hub to provide the operation of qi and blood, then it is a fool's dream to break through the realm of the middle stage of qi cultivation with just the willpower of one's own body!

For cultivators, wealth, law, couples, and land are indispensable, and the Accord built in the Lingtan now gives him the terrain, as for the first four: resources, Taoism, and teachers? What is it for him, a true immortal who once had a practice period in his previous life!

Gritting his teeth, closing his eyes, looking inwardly at the world in his body: wisps of aura are constantly opening up the meridians in his body for him, the qi and blood are gradually exuberant, with the dispersion of the joints in the cervical vertebrae, a drop of bone marrow like lotion began to flow throughout his body, this pain has nothing to do with cultivation, and can completely make a person completely lose his will.

"Sink or fall!"

"Awakening or Resurrection!"

"Whether you are strong or not, and your own efforts, will always be linked!" Di Jin firmly believes in this iron law, although in the previous life he enjoyed enough of his father's gifts, step by step to cultivate the true immortal, but his Dao heart has never been confused, he longs for something special, something he has been pursuing.

What is Xiuzhen for?

For him now, cultivating truth is just to make himself stronger, and then to set things right? Or to draw his sword and kill that person? Killing people will never solve the problem of truth!

Who is Di Jin's true source of complete solution? Who gave him this confidence behind his back? Who gave him this channel! Why did Jiang Jun appear at the moment when he was about to pass through the four heavenly tribulations?

Why did he wake up and become that ghost? Lying at the bottom of the pool of clear water with his body mutilated, sealed? Why didn't he just kill himself?

"Who! Who!" the names slipped through Di Jin's heart, pinched a trick, and floated above the spirit pool.

"Black skin, do you think I don't know you?Eighteen years?One hundred and eighty years?Is it really only one hundred and eighty years?" A cold cold like a cold desolation came into the bottom of my heart.

Di Jin's clear and flawless eyes showed a different expression, he would never do something uncertain! Now that he had forced the Heavenly Zhao bloodline to completely awaken from his reincarnated body, it flowed all over his body.

Then, it's time to take the next step! His body was already paralyzed, but with the continuous flow of spiritual energy from all over his body, Di Jin's white hands floating in the air calmly drew mysterious runes in the air.

"Phew!" Spit at the Lingtan below! Di Jin's eyes seemed to awaken a kind of temperament from the previous life, and his lips were slightly upturned, as if he was as quiet as accommodating all things.

"Is the awakening of the Tianzhao bloodline enough?"

"Hidden Spirit Root?" both hands touched the Immortal Yuan Formation that the Black Qilin had arranged for him, without the slightest barrier! A sudden realization came out of his heart: "It turns out that the role of the Hidden Spirit Root is not only to hide one's own cultivation, but even the formation can isolate its existence, and treat it as nothing!"

"Are you ready?" took a deep breath, his slender fingers drew inscriptions one after another, and Di Jin's heart asked himself secretly. The next thing he had to do was to peel off the skin, completely peel off his skin, and engrave the inscription, only in this way could he make up for the lack of qualifications and cultivate faster!

The last second the scalp was numb, and the memory of the shattered flesh came back one by one, if he could, he would definitely not do this, and it was precisely because of this, he specially sent the chief manager Wang to the medicine hall, Di Jin really didn't want the old manager Wang Junli to see his appearance at this moment.

"Ahh

The slender fingertips cut through the adhesions of the skin, skillfully avoiding the meridians on the body, Di Jin's face quickly turned pale, and his trembling lips sent out a chill: "The burning of the inscription can't be seen by people, the current self is no longer the self of the previous life, and there is no longer the blessing of his father Di Zhenguo, the lord of Beacon Mountain!"

"What's more, how can this kind of forbidden inscription be discovered by the world again?" His eyes became more and more cold, and the corners of his lips spit out lightly: "Cramps!"

Di Jin's mind on the Lingtan was trembling very much, at this time, as long as he made a slight mistake, he would die, even if he survived, he would become a waste!

A blood mist formed in the air was formed by blood condensation, Di Jin's blood condensed beside him a lot, his teeth began to bulge up and down, and when he trembled his fingers to cut the last piece of skin on his body, his appearance had changed greatly.

It is conceivable that only the face of a young man is normal, and the bloody tissue meridians on his body are wrapped in the tragic state of the flesh.

It is not enough to have only naked flesh and blood left! Di Jin tugged at the meridians on his body, and pulled at several important meridians on his body with a sharp pain even if he moved a little bit throughout his body.

Di Jin, who was sitting in the air with blurred flesh and blood, took a breath and suddenly controlled the pull of his divine sense, "The meridians everywhere were completely broken, and the dead skin that was removed by him melted into the blood in front of him. ”

"It's not good! I'm afraid I can't hold on!" Di Jin suddenly found that his life began to tremble, and his hand grabbed the heart in his chest and kept suppressing it.

"Bang dong... Bang knock... Bang knock!" Bursts of shaking carried out the operation of all parts of his body, even if Di Jin was strong in his will, but once his heart stopped beating, he would definitely die! You know, he only had the cultivation of the Qi refining period, and he did not cultivate the Yuan Shen.

This time, if I die, I will never be reincarnated again if I have used the reincarnation curse! I am afraid that I will disappear forever!

"Thief God, do you want me to die so much!" broke out a scolding roar, Di Jin was a little hateful: "Why!

Everything is self-inflicted, if you are strong enough and have the power to open the sky, how can you be manipulated by others!

"My Di Jin's heart can be stopped if you say stop!" There was a fierceness in his eyes, and his bloody hands grabbed his heart and pinched: "Bang ......!"

The heart was completely crushed by Di Jin, and a drop of blood was condensed in his hand.

"Uh-huh!" his pupils began to dilate, and the world seemed to be pitch black! This feeling! a closed space! It seemed to be only a hand's distance from him, and he could feel that if he went in again this time, he would definitely be crushed into endless ashes.

"There's no heartbeat! You can't die anymore, right?"

"Can a heartless person live?"

Di Jin's eyes began to drift, looking at the green world around him, looking at this beautiful piece, some nostalgic sighs!

"Dryad Bond! Then I will share my life, and I will never stop living and living forever!"

A glimmer of brilliance flashed in his clear and flawless eyes, and Di Jin knew a secret: "There is a tree in this world, called Creation, which can give people the choice of life again!"

With an uncertain tone, he made a natal soul oath, and a contract entered the torso of the spirit tree.

"Silk...."The originally gray eyes gradually began to brighten as if they were resurrected, and the inscription that had been carved into the flesh and blood began to emit light, and the shattered heart formed a blood-colored crystal with the operation of the inscription.

"Bang dong... Bang knock... Bang knock!" - For a moment, just for a moment! Di Jin opened his eyes, looking extremely indifferent, he knew that at this moment, he had succeeded!

There was a feeling of flesh and blood sticking in the spirit tree, and he could feel as if he was this spirit tree;

Touching the empty space on his chest, only the blood-colored crystals were constantly beating, and he could feel that as long as the crystals were not extinguished, he would not die.

It's just that Di Jin was very dazed: "Is it all worth it?"

"Bang!" contemplating the last breath, he was already fragile and completely fell into the spiritual pool, sank to the bottom of the spiritual pool, and gradually fell unconscious.

The last thing you can feel is that there are countless tree roots, constantly surrounding his body and absorbing his essence and blood, gradually wrapping it, forming a blood cocoon, and just sinking to the bottom of the pool.

The trees, shaking the leaves in the breeze, as if to show goodwill to make a rustling sound; when the morning sun rises, the weather is very bright, under the light, the cranes and beasts on Lingxu Island dance in the air, accompanied by green mountains and green waters, like a fairyland.

In the inner hall of the medicine hall, Wang Junli, the old manager who had already become the elder of the inner gate deacons overnight, the scarlet Nie Zi stared closely at the Dan furnace in front of him, and it only took a few more moments to reveal the good Zhuji Dan to be practiced, and it would be sent to Di Jin's hands.

On the Aojian Villa in the sea area of Beacon Mountain, Li Changyu, the protector of the country, sat quietly in the position of the master of the outer hall, quietly looking at the weak and delicate man in front of him.

"From today onwards, you will follow me into the Proud Sword Villa! Cultivate all your life and condense a sword!"

This delicate and handsome young man looked at the outside environment with some confusion, and on the high seats of the mountains, patches of white mist exuded a colorful glow under the light of the bright sun.

He shook his body, and there was a hint of puzzlement in his melancholy eyes: "What about my father?"