Chapter 868
"Just like the inference we just mentioned, every 30 points of increase in the strength of the biomagnetic field in the body is a clear dividing line... If you want to apply the 'magnetic field rotation' to your daily practice in a relatively safe situation, I suggest that you increase the intensity step by step."
Quinn rubbed the fat on his chin and said seriously:
"On average, every 30 points is a dividing stage. The first stage is to control it at 200 to 300 units, so that the body can gradually 'adapt' to the pressure in this situation, so as to gain stronger physical fitness."
"When your body can adapt to the first stage, then continue to increase the strength of the biomagnetic field in the body and enter the next stage. stage... and so on, step by step, increase the limit that the body can bear. "
"If this method can really be implemented, maybe one day you can reach 500 units of human magnetic field strength under normal conditions, and reach the terrifying form just now!"
Speaking of this, the fat man in overalls pulled his pants enthusiastically, with a scorching light in his eyes:
"I call this process-"God Ascension Plan"!"
"Step by step, climb up the hierarchical gene sequence, surpass the limit of the human body again and again, and finally, with the human body, stand shoulder to shoulder with the real gods!"
As the voice slowly fell, the whole laboratory was dead silent.
"Gurgle..."
In the extreme silence, the sound of Dorag swallowing saliva sounded very clearly.
He looked at the data and pictures that kept jumping on the whiteboard screen, his expression was extremely shocked, and stars gradually appeared in his eyes.
God Ascension Plan!
Although he didn't understand what kind of messy data and inferences were these, just hearing the name was very handsome!
"Are you sure this can go smoothly?"
He asked curiously.
Quinn suddenly sighed and shook his head:
"I don't know either."
"Because this process is too difficult. The human body is inherently fragile. Even after countless fights and trials, most people are just flesh and blood."
"Without the support and defense of domineering, even the white beard known as the 'strongest man in the world' would be injured by bullets and artillery, not to mention pushing the magnetic field in his body to a level beyond the current limit of his body."
"In fact, Darren's ability to cultivate himself into an 'indestructible body' has exceeded the scope of my imagination. This is an inexplicable phenomenon in itself."
"The most important point is..."
He turned his head and looked at the black-haired young man sitting on the bed smoking, looking weak and listless.
"Even if the magnetic field rotates at a low intensity, the pain you endure is not much weaker than when you burst out with all your strength."
"The muscles will feel like they are completely torn apart, the internal organs and body will feel like they are burning, and even the body temperature will soar, causing the body fluids to evaporate and the pain to be unbearable."
"In addition, because this is not a short-term full-strength burst, if you want the body to adapt to the low-intensity magnetic field rotation, the time it takes will inevitably be very long... We are not talking about a few minutes or dozens of minutes, but a long time in hours or even days."
"'King Kong Bu "Bad body" has no effect on fighting against this kind of pain, and the same is true for drugs. You must not faint due to excessive pain, and you must stay awake. "
"In other words, you can only rely on your own will to fight against all the tortures that seem to be in purgatory."
Darrager's back was covered with a layer of fine cold sweat, his scalp was numb, and he couldn't help muttering to himself:
"If you want to build a god-like body, you must first temper the god-like will..."
Even if he didn't experience it personally, just listening to Quinn's description, Dorager felt that his body began to hurt.
Thinking of this, both of them cast their eyes firmly on Darren.
Quietly waiting for his answer.
"It's interesting."
Darren suddenly smiled.
"Ah?" Quinn was stunned.
"I mean..."
Darren slowly raised his head, and a crazy light burst out from his tired and bloodshot eyes.
"Isn't it interesting to practice in purgatory and constantly challenge your limits?"
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New world.
Don Quixote family residence.
A figure sat on the spacious and soft leather sofa, leaning back.
There was an opened bottle of red wine on the coffee table in front of him, and a cigar had burned out on the ashtray.
The quaint books were spread out flat, covering the face of the young celestial dragon. The cool sea breeze blowing in from the window blew the thin window curtains.The curtains were blown up.
"Young Master..."
A deep voice suddenly sounded, and the smooth marble floor suddenly rippled, like waves on the lake.
A young figure in a black Italian suit slowly "floated" from the ground.
Senior raised his hand to adjust his tie, bowed slightly to Doflamingo with an impeccable posture, and said in a deep voice:
"The latest news came from the Holy Land of Marijoa. The leader of the Knights of God, Saint Jergolucia Michael, died in a special secret mission a few days ago."
The entire lobby of the station suddenly became extremely depressing, and the air seemed to stop flowing all of a sudden.
A twisted murderous intent suddenly appeared.
"Is the source of the news... reliable?"
Doflamingo slowly raised his hand and took away the book covering his face.
The exaggerated sunglasses blocked his eyes, but there was an unconcealable shock in his tone.
The Knights of God, the highest existence in charge of the punishment of the world's nobles.
He vaguely remembered that they were a group of guys who were countless times more arrogant than them, the Celestial Dragons!
They wore special law enforcement robes and walked in the Holy Land of Marijoa. They were the most feared existence of countless Celestial Dragons.
And the Saint Jergolucia Michael, who stood at the top of these people, died silently like this?
"The news should be reliable, from our spies planted inside the Holy Land."
Senior nodded cautiously and said:
"And another piece of news can also prove it..."
Before he finished speaking, the call of the Den Den Mushi suddenly interrupted him.
"Bulu Bulu, Bulu Bulu..."
The encrypted Den Den Mushi placed on the coffee table trembled violently, as if urging something.
Seeing the signal prompted by the base of the Den Den Mushi, Doflamingo's expression suddenly became extremely strange.
Senior bowed his head slightly and said in a deep voice:
"Then I will go out first, young master."
Just when he was about to turn around and leave, Doflamingo waved his hand and said:
"No need, just listen here."
He picked up the Den Den Mushi and connected the signal.
The corners of his mouth gradually raised a crazy arc.
"It's been a long time since I heard your voice, respected Five Elder Stars."
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I'm grateful for everything.
