In the ancient flood years, how vast the world was, an ordinary mountain range, can stretch for millions of miles, but all living beings have the wisdom of talent and bloodline. At that time, the alien beasts crisscrossed the earth, and the living environment was extremely harsh, and the ancestors of the flood and famine competed with the sky, and continued to strive for self-improvement, and there were people with divine power who penetrated the heavens and the earth, breathing, and storms; during the run, the earth shook and the mountains shook; one hand could pick the stars, and even more could drive away ghosts and gods, enslave demons, and protect the safety of the people with their own strength.

These ancestors of the flood wilderness were born with great magical powers, they did not need to cultivate the magic power of the gods, their physical bodies were immeasurable, and they had the infinite power of heaven and earth.

Zheng Zheng's cultivation of the body forging technique is also a legacy of the ancient ancestors.

He lay naked in the dark green medicine barrel, and a pungent smell kept wafting out. His eyes were closed, his palms were clenched, and his nails were already deeply embedded in the flesh, bleeding a little purple blood. He shuddered in the barrel, apparently suffering inhumanely.

At this time, he was like being drilled by ten thousand ants, and he was suffering from bone gangrene, and his whole body was in hot pain. The violent liquid medicine does not stop penetrating into the muscles and bones and blood vessels through the skin and acupuncture points, and the entire internal organs are like being burned by fire and torn vigorously by others, and there is a feeling that they can't survive or die.

"Ahhh Zheng Zheng finally couldn't control it, and when he opened his mouth, he kept screaming miserably, and the sound made people feel moved.

Fortunately, he had laid down the magic circle before him to isolate the movement of a qiē sound, otherwise he would definitely alarm the Ten Thousand Bone Old Demon and a group of Jinling warriors.

Zheng Zheng's physical body, compared to ordinary monks, is already quite strong, there is a pagoda factor, and there are also reasons why he was separated from the fire by Nanming before, and later tempered by the Ziqing Divine Flame. It's just that compared to the current forging body, it's nothing at all. This feeling of pain to the bones, pain to the heart, pain to the depths of the soul, makes people unforgettable for a lifetime.

Zheng Zheng didn't dare to use his mana to resist, because as long as there was a slight fluctuation in mana, this medicinal liquid could turn into a pile of mortal water, and all the hardships he had worked hard and endured before would be wasted.

Therefore, he can only resist there with his tenacious spiritual will.

Time passed very slowly, Zheng Zheng was almost unconscious in pain, and he couldn't wait to jump out of the bucket in the next second and end this damn body forging technique. But he was persistent in his heart, and the dragon ball in his mouth exuded a tenacious and long-lasting aura in time, but it made him suppress the idea of wanting to give up.

After suffering hardship, he will become a master.

Kunlun is like a sword of Bodhidharma hanging above his head, which may fall at any time, urging him to keep getting stronger and surpassing himself.

The spicy and irritating potion that choked the nose, and the extremely destructive medicinal properties poured into Zheng Zheng's body one after another, conveying to every corner of all his skin, devouring his cells, and then fissioning from the new, and then devouring and fissioning again......

After bursts of colic, Zheng Zheng found that his bones were about to be broken and broken, and he couldn't use any strength to do so. And the muscles and veins are swelled and tightened, as if they are about to explode at any time.

But these still can't stop his determination to become stronger.

The girlfriend is still waiting outside, the parents who have entered the age of the sixtieth year are still waiting for the family reunion, the senior sister who has been sealed in the ice coffin all the year round is waiting to see the day, the millions of years of regret since the master fell into a deep sleep, and the pagoda items scattered inside and outside the thirty-three days are still waiting to be collected......

One by one, they are waiting to become stronger to solve them one by one.

So, I'm going to have to stick with it.

Zheng Zheng let out a series of angry roars from his mouth, his whole eyes were red, and he was about to ooze blood at any time, bearing the torture that ordinary people could not endure, and this kind of almost masochistic cultivation began to quietly transform his physique At the same time, he was also forging that unwavering belief and extremely powerful spiritual will.

Half an hour of pouring the demon blood mixed medicinal liquid, and finally survived. Zheng Zheng is like completing a war of the century, tired and unable to stand up. The meridians and bone marrow of the whole body are still aching.

He gritted the root of his teeth tightly, and with great effort, finally climbed out of the medicine barrel, staggered a few steps, took a few breaths, and began the next step of tempering.

He took a few deep breaths to calm his restless body and mood, and began to sit cross-legged in the Spirit Gathering Array.

Slowly, Zheng Zheng integrated his breath into the nature of the earth, like a sky.

With a single exhalation and inhalation, he attracted the aura of the earth, and within a radius of several miles, it gathered into a huge tornado white mist, wrapping and pouring on his body, swarming from the 100,000 and 8,000 pores that had been opened, and began to refine his physical body.

He threw his whole body into cultivation, not realizing that his body was slowly growing up and rising, like an inflatable leather ball that could be broken with a poke. After a while, it slowly shrunk and became shorter, and finally became a little dwarf.

Every time he changed, Zheng Zheng would show a painful expression on his face, and his whole body was like being drenched in water, sweating profusely. And after each change, his body bones will be solidified and stronger.

Zheng Zheng didn't have time to experience this little subtle change, because he was about to face a new wave of body quenching and penance.

In this way, time passed in cultivation......

Zheng Zheng is like an isolated ascetic, ignoring and retreating in the mountains. With the help of the abundant aura, medicinal herbs, and demon pills of the White Jade Ruins, you can temper your various magical powers.

And the Ten Thousand Bones Old Demon also took advantage of the rare opportunity to fuse the body and soul. Since he is a cultivator, he retains the memories of the two people before his death, and he can avoid many detours when cultivating, and he can also learn from the subtleties of Kunlun's secret arts. In addition, he specializes in cultivating the Demon Dao, and his speed is much faster than Zheng Zheng. Soon rushed to the late stage of the seventh layer of qi refining, and began to attack the eighth layer.

And the Jinling warriors are also not idle, since they saw the strong methods of the immortal cultivators, especially when they heard that Zheng Zheng would have a big move after he came out of the customs, they trained hard, tempered their bodies, **** 9 to 5, and they were exhausted from practicing every day. But again, the effect is quite noticeable.

It's not that they haven't worked hard before, but they lack enough pill support, but now Zheng Zheng has prepared a lot of pills for them, which naturally stimulates their potential.

The spirit beasts have also made great progress, these are Zheng Zheng's right-hand men in the future, the higher the strength, the greater the help.

It took Zheng Zheng half a month to get a little bit suitable for his cultivation method.

It took a month to suddenly notice a series of changes in the body. Without using mana, it was difficult to hurt the sword, and a punch could shatter a large rock, which made him extremely excited, and he no longer regarded forging his body as a task and responsibility. It's about really treating it as a means.

Subsequently, he broke out a new round of cultivation craze.

Time kept passing, and the art of forging the body slowly changed from quantitative to qualitative.