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Zhao Ming has been staying in his room to practice, and special people will bring him food, this is the longest time he has been in this world to cultivate wholeheartedly and without worry.

Recently, Zhao Ming felt that his Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong had reached the peak of the first layer, but it was a pity that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't cross it, this was a feeling in his heart, he knew that he had encountered the legendary bottleneck.

Zhao Ming stopped his luck and sat up, he felt that his mixed yuan skill had not moved much since he broke through to Xiao Zhou Tian these days, he estimated that Xiang Xiu Cheng Da Zhou Tian would not be able to succeed in a while and a half, and this dragon elephant skill had encountered a bottleneck and could not be improved, this feeling of not being able to improve his strength was really not very comfortable.

"By the way, I remember that there seems to be a peerless school here that has not been cultivated!" Just when Zhao Ming was at a loss, he suddenly remembered the secret book that Xuan Ci had asked him to hand over.

"Hehe, thanks to Lao Tzu who saw it early, otherwise he would have missed it. Zhao Ming took out the book of "Washing the Pulp Sutra" from the package, he always carried it with him at the beginning, but since he came here, he put it in his bag, otherwise how can he cultivate with so many things on his body every day!

Zhao Ming looked at the repaired marrow washing sutra and suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a porcelain bottle at the beginning, and there was a marrow washing pill matching this marrow washing sutra in it, he was not at ease at the beginning, so he didn't practice, and now it's okay anyway, so he will practice it first.

Zhao Ming took out the bottle of marrow cleansing pill from his bag and put it on the bed, looking at the marrow washing sutra and marrow cleansing pill in front of him, Zhao Ming calmed down his mood, gently opened the marrow washing pill, and began to read the content inside.

In fact, Zhao Ming should be glad that the "Washing the Marrow Sutra" he got is a manuscript of Xuan Ci, otherwise it is estimated that Zhao Ming will be confused, the scriptures such as the Yijin Sutra and the Washing the Marrow Sutra have not been modified by the Bodhidharma Patriarch, so the above are all Sanskrit, even if he gives it to Zhao Ming, he can't understand it, this manuscript is translated by Xuan Ci with great painstaking efforts, and it is full of concise and clear words, not those Buddhist words, which are still very easy to understand.

Zhao Ming read the entire scripture three times and made sure that he had nothing missing before he began to exercise according to the above mental method.

Zhao Ming originally thought that it would be very difficult, after all, the book said that cultivating this scripture requires a lot of perseverance, and it needs to endure a lot of pain, you must know that cultivating the marrow washing sutra will increase the number of bones, you can imagine how big the pain of raw bones should be!

But at this moment, Zhao Ming felt that the pain was not as terrible as he imagined.

"No, just this little pain won't stump the monks of the ages!" Zhao Ming didn't know at the moment that he felt slight because his bone marrow and bones had already been cleaned up once when he was cultivating the Dragon Elephant Gong, and most of the impurities on the entire bones had been discharged, and he naturally felt slightly slightly when he cultivated this marrow cleansing scripture.

However, it is not without feelings, after all, this marrow washing meridian is specially used to strengthen the bones of Johnson, and the natural effect is a little stronger than that of the Dragon Elephant Gong.

Zhao Ming felt that he didn't need the myelin-cleansing pill anymore, but after thinking about it, he swallowed the myelin-cleansing pill that he had prepared in advance and put in his mouth.

After a while, Zhao Ming clearly felt the effect of the marrow cleansing pill.

At this moment, Zhao Ming felt that his whole body was full of power, and the kind of power that was about to come out was heating up rapidly.

"Made, Lao Tzu has been pitted again!" Zhao Ming's first thought was that he was pitted by the old guy Xuanci, but Zhao Ming didn't know that the energy in his body was originally to help him wash the essence and marrow, but Zhao Ming had already cleaned his bone and bone marrow once, and the marrow cutting again naturally didn't use so much energy, and the excess energy naturally rushed into the body.

Zhao Ming felt that his body was about to explode, how could his body be red and shiny, and his bones were originally white and flawless, but now they gradually became transparent, and the impurities were constantly discharged from the body through the body, and most of the energy was transmitted to his meridians, constantly widening his meridians, and all the meridians on Zhao Ming's body were reopened all the way, and Zhao Ming completed some things that a martial artist spent most of his life to complete at once.

Zhao Ming was quite happy, but he suddenly came to his senses, isn't this just the most obvious seedling pulling.

Zhao Ming was frightened into a cold sweat, and hurriedly transported his internal force and suppressed the operation of that force, originally this force broke through the Great Zhou Tian and was ready to continue to break through the eight veins of the Qi Jing, but the front was blocked by Zhao Ming's internal force, although Zhao Ming's internal force seemed so small under this force, but it was very pure, and the force saw that it could not be blocked from Zhao Ming's internal force in the whole body in the big Zhou Tian and Xiao Zhou Tian, constantly widening the meridians, increasing the strength of the meridians, and also opening up the small veins of the whole body.

Although this is a good thing for Zhao Ming, after all, Zhao Ming's foundation is more and more solid, but he can't laugh, the small meridians in his body are washed away, how can ordinary people bear the pain.

At this time, those energies were running out, but they still didn't seem to be reconciled, so they spread along the small meridians to the flesh, people who eat grains and grains, impurities in the flesh are inevitable, Zhao Ming is okay, and some of them are discharged in the cultivation of mixed yuan gong.

Those energies didn't think about Zhao Ming's feelings at all, so they squeezed into Zhao Ming's body, squeezed all those useless impurities out of the body, and then took their place by themselves.

At this time, Zhao Ming couldn't bear it anymore, it was better to open the meridians, after all, people already existed, but the pain of this impurity being squeezed out of the body was unimaginable, and Zhao Ming finally fainted gloriously.

Fortunately, the energy in Zhao Ming's body has been basically exhausted, and the cleaning solution in the bone marrow has come to an end, otherwise it is estimated that Zhao Ming will have to hang up in his sleep.

You must know that Zhao Ming was awake before, and he had been preventing those energies from rushing upward, after all, if he finally rushed to his brain, Zhao Ming didn't believe that his brain could withstand the impact of this energy.

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By the time Zhao Ming woke up, three days had passed, and Zhao Ming had been fighting against that energy for half a day and a night, and he had fainted gloriously from noon until almost dawn.

Zhao Ming got up and looked at the sun that had shone up to his buttocks, and suddenly felt how beautiful it was that he was still alive.

"Ah, it's just ...... to be alive," Zhao Ming stretched out to the sun......

"Yes, it's a great fate for you to live, why didn't you die there, it's really a disaster for thousands of years!"

Zhao Ming was suddenly frightened by the voice behind him.

When he turned around, it turned out to be Tianshan Tong's grandmother standing there, and he found that this was not his own room (he couldn't see the sun in his room).

At this time, Mei Jian, who was standing next to Tianshan Tong's grandmother, spoke: "Thanks to grandma, you have only picked up a life, do you know?" When Ju Jian found you, you were covered in black, and your whole body was covered with large and small wounds, if it wasn't for Ju Jian to bring you to grandma, grandma used her internal strength to cooperate with you to clean up for you, and it is estimated that you have lost too much blood and died. ”

When Zhao Ming heard Mei Jian's words, he couldn't help but be a little moved, Zhao Ming knew that he was not so important in the minds of Tianshan Tong, it must have been Ju Jian who went to ask Tianshan Tong to make a move, looking at the angry appearance of Tianshan Tong just now, it must have been Ju Jian who forced Tong Ma to be unhappy to save him, but he still had to thank Tianshan Tong for saving his life, after all, people saved you for whatever reason.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ming hurriedly bowed deeply to Tianshan Tong's grandmother and said, "Little monk, thank you for your life-saving grace!"

"Hmph......" Grandma Tong didn't say anything, turned around and walked out.

Zhao Ming also wanted to ask why Ju Jian didn't come, he saw Mei Lanzhu Sanjian behind Grandma Tong, but Ju Jian didn't come.

But Grandma Tong didn't give him a chance at all, and left without even the excess.

"Hey......"

Zhao Ming couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the back of Tianshan Tong's grandmother leaving with the three daughters.