Chapter 1742: suffering
Di Ping plunged into the training room. The training room No. 1 is a quiet room suitable for practicing spiritual power or exercises with little movement. The space here is small, but he usually uses the practice room No. 2. It has enough space for activities. Open.
Hu Lingjue, he has already cultivated to the realm of Dacheng, and below is the realm of Consummation. This level is arguably the most difficult realm to cultivate. However, Di Ping found that only after digesting the souls of Ming Fanzi and Yin Mo in the temple last time, the soul Greatly increasing, the ability to understand and learn anything has become extremely scary.
Right is the word terror.
He only had one hour of cultivation in another world to cultivate the Tiger Lingjue to great achievement. Today, he wants to cultivate the Tiger Lingjue to the Consummation realm, and he wants to reach the second level as soon as possible.
In the eighth style of Tiger Spirit Judgment, Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest, Di Ping seemed to be truly transformed into a fierce tiger. Every movement carried a fierce tiger, roaring into the sky without any sound, but a strange shock force was generated in the space.
Di Ping's entire body fluctuated under the shock of this power. His skin fluctuated like the surface of water, and his blood vibrated at a very small amplitude and high frequency, like water drops on the sound. Even the bones were trembling and making toothache. the sound of.
Di Ping took a strange posture, with one foot in front, one foot behind, holding the ground with both hands, and raising his head high, really like a tiger, making a roar against the endless starry sky.
As the force of the concussion became more and more violent, the sound of blood rushing through Di Ping's body began to rise, and the sound of rolling thunder was heard. In the training room, the surging energy slowly revolved around Di Ping's body. The faster, a whirlwind formed, with a screaming sound in the space.
The cloud is from the dragon, and the wind is from the tiger.
At this time, Di Ping turned into a fierce tiger. The tiger's might on his body became more and more vigorous, and the whole air became thicker, and the sound of blood rushing from his body became louder and louder, and the big one had already overwhelmed the wind.
Bang bang bang...
His heart was beating violently, as if unable to withstand such a strong rush of blood and energy, it was about to burst soon.
Like a war drum, like a galloping horse, like a river rushing, like a raging sea.
At this time, Di Ping’s complexion was calm and there was no wave of fluctuations. He was taking a closer look at the practice process. Every minute he fine-tuned his posture and the intensity of the surge of blood, and every time he adjusted the fluctuations on his body, it would increase. Points, the heart beats violently.
He can clearly feel that energy is being integrated into the body, skin, flesh and blood, meridians, bones are all being strengthened a little bit. According to his physical strength, every bit of improvement is more difficult. He can now clearly feel When he progresses, the powerful mental power is omnipresent like the tentacles of the gods, and the spirit is to the extreme. Under the control of his spiritual power, there is almost no change in the body that can hide him.
With the completion of Qi and blood week after week, the flow of the powerful uncontrolled energy in the body also becomes faster, and it moves faster and faster as the blood fluctuates.
The eighty-one week-day cycle of Qi and blood in the eighth layer of the Tiger Spirit Jue is complete, and now it has reached 80 days.
Every week after that, the difficulty is getting more and more difficult, especially this last step, the blood flow faster and faster, like a billowing magma, the concentration is extremely alarming, it seems that every drop contains terrible energy, the blood accumulated in 80 weeks Power contains extremely terrifying power, a bad one may cause physical damage.
However, at this time Di Ping seemed to have entered a completely silent, insensible, and ruthless world. He quietly watched the rapid rush of blood under the guidance, as if just watching a river that quietly flowed for countless years.
Even if his whole body is red at this time, his whole body is steaming like steaming in a steamer, and the green veins on his body are like huge mutant earthworms twisting crazily, really worried that it will collapse at any time.
boom!
The eighty-one week was completed, and suddenly Di Ping felt his heart beat suddenly and let out a roar, like a volcanic eruption shaking the mountain, but Di Ping's body seemed to be immovable like an immobile mountain.
