He murmured in a low voice, got up and closed the door, and walked along the secret passage into the secret room of the mountain belly.

He used the ground fire here to set up a boiler. The boiling water was boiling on the ground fire, and white smoke rose into the sky.

Lin Ruoxue took out a [Six Spirits Hedao Pill] and threw it straight into boiling water.

The ancient immortal pill melted instantly when it entered the boiling water. The boiling boiling water suddenly stopped, and the blisters that exploded completely disappeared. The surface was like a layer of white frost, and no smoke rose up.

He lifted the small furnace off the ground fire and waited quietly for a while. The medicinal liquid in the furnace had turned into a slightly viscous paste. As he swayed, colorful light flashed slightly in it.

As the medicine liquid in the furnace was exposed longer and the fragrance of medicine in the air became more and more intense. Lin Ruoxu stared at him with curiosity for a while before he took off his clothes, sat cross-legged and dug out a large piece of ointment, and applied it evenly throughout his body.

"It seems that there is no reaction?"

He scratched his head, a little confused. The liquid was cold and there was no feeling except that.

This method of use was seen by him two days ago from an ancient book. It is said that it has complementary effects on the practice of physical skills. Considering the subsequent painful practice, he hesitated and decided to try it.

"Forget it, let's start first."

He took a deep breath, and according to his memory, he clasped his palms, pulled his legs, leaned low on the ground, stretching out an extremely strange posture.

Almost the moment when this posture was present, Lin Ruoxu's face suddenly became ferocious.

pain!

pain!!

pain!!!

He held his palms to death, his strong and powerful muscles raised high on his naked arms, and several thick blue veins appeared on his forehead.

His mouth was constantly pumping, as if this could relieve the pain. At this moment, he only felt that this pain from the depths of his bone marrow should not be something that people could bear. Even if the pinned palm was trembling slightly, the movement did not deform at all.

Compared with the "Six Styles of Kuihu" that he had practiced before, the second half of the "Six Styles of Fulong" undoubtedly completely implements the word "self-abuse". He is extremely confident at this moment that the ancestor who created "Six Styles of Kuihu Fulong" must be a self-harmman, otherwise he would not have thought of such a self-harm practice method if he had a normal mind.

The feeling was like countless tiny insects lying in the bone marrow, slowly squirming, causing a fine and severe pain.

Painful torture!

"Damn it!"

"Where is [Six Spirits and Dao Pill]? Why is [Six Spirits and Dao Pill] useless!?"

He gritted his teeth tightly, and there was a hint of clarity in his mind, and a roar in his heart for no reason.

It seemed that I could sense Lin Ruoxu's angrily, and a cold feeling of comfort penetrated through the flesh and penetrated into the bone marrow.

"The medicinal power of [Six Spirits Hedao Pill] has begun to evaporate!"

"it works!?"

Before he could be completely happy, the comfortable coolness poured into his bones, and instantly it was like adding fuel to the fire. The cold and comfortable medicinal power was immediately transformed into an increasingly powerful worm-eating feeling. Fiercely, the severe pain like a rush of mountains and seas hit the forehead exponentially.

His eyes turned black inexplicably, his eyes turned red, and a few blue veins on his forehead burst out again. Finally, he could no longer hold back. The low roar suddenly exploded in the quiet mountain belly secret room with a faint tiger roar.

"Grass!"

"What kind of ghost elixir is this!"

"I'm going to be played to death!"

As he said that, his posture was as stable as a sculpture, and he had no intention of giving up.

He could clearly feel that with the blessing of the [Six Spirits and Dao Pills], while practicing the "Fulong Six Styles", the qi and blood of the body, which used to be as slow as a turtle, were soaring rapidly in an almost exaggerated way.

He didn't know how long this pain would last, but at this moment he was like a beggar who had been hungry for a long time suddenly on the dining table full of meat. Even if he risked his life, he would try his best to deprive him of his blood.

After a long time, as the last wisp of medicine penetrated into the bone marrow through the flesh, he suddenly loosened like a pool of mud.

He lay on the ground, feeling the undissipated pain deep in his bone marrow, his face was pale and his eyes were covered with bloodshot redness. After resting for a while, he stood up again, fetched water, boiled, and then threw in the ancient immortal pill.

The ancient immortal pill quickly melted in the boiling water. Lin Ruoxu hesitated for a moment, picked up another one, and threw it in.

The boiling water became significantly thicker.

His face was reflected on the calm water surface, his eyes still had a red color that had not completely faded. He glanced at his reflection casually, his mouth grinned, and his voice echoed in the entire empty secret room.

"continue!"

......

The pain swept across the body, and the torture and punishment that was like insects was even more like cruel officials, covering the sky and looking around, it was full of darkness.

He was like a small boat, wrapped in pain like a vast ocean, swept across the sky that was level with the clouds, and was washed into a dark trench of despair.

Lin Ruoxu didn't even know how he spent such a painful time. He could barely accept it a few days ago, but gradually, he felt as if he had become a wooden man who only knew how to practice, silently enduring the loneliness and pain of practicing alone.

It was not until the seventh day that he stopped practicing and walked out of the secret room full of ancient immortal elixirs and porcelain bottles.

Looking at the dazzling sunlight that had been missing in the sky for a long time, he narrowed his eyes slightly, washed up briefly, and then walked down the mountain.

Just a day ago, he received a letter from the Lord of Xuanling Mountain, and ordered the first disciple under the Lord of Jiuda Mountain to go to the Zhenfa Hall the next day without any mistakes!

He noticed the serious words in the letter, and he was a little confused and a little worried.

After all, according to the letter from the Master Xuanling Mountain, the first disciples who were summoned this time were all the first disciples under the Master Jiuda Mountains, and they were mixed with those first disciples with their own cultivation. Whether in terms of cultivation or other aspects, they would be dwarfs.

He vaguely felt that it was so serious that what he said was extremely difficult and troublesome.

When entering the True Dharma Hall, several disciples arrived first. Lin Ruoxu's entry only attracted a little surprise, and then lowered his head and ignored him.

Among these first disciples, Lin Ruoxu saw Zeng Luoye.

Lin Ruoxu always had a knot in his heart about this first disciple of Mount Vajra. He felt that the corpse of Zeng Luoye found in the big demon nest was definitely not a dream. Although he strangely found no wounds that could cause death, he personally investigated and found that Zeng Luoye was definitely dead.

But if this Vajra Mountain head has a problem, with the cultivation of the Lord of Xuanling Mountain, there is no reason to be discovered.

So he was confused.

Since his return, he has been alert to Zeng Luoye to avoid having any contact with Zeng Luoye. Even if he asked other inner gates of Mount Vajra to build the [Eight Treasure Demon-killing Formation], he chose to deliberately bypass Zeng Luoye's private transactions, keeping the news confidential and not let Zeng Luoye know.
Chapter completed!