v3 Chapter 65： Dead, can you survive?

The colorful glow is the radiance of the five gases in the body.

Five strong gas is like burning, and the five internal organs that produce five gas in his body are like a smoldering.

It does not belong to the range that the body naturally bears, and naturally it will cause great pain. His body naturally responds in the first place.

His heart beats violently, the blood in the blood vessels swells drastically, and a lot of sweating, and then the sweat is quickly evaporated by body temperature.

The body was in pain, but his brow was stretched.

Personality is a natural thing, but many aspects seem to be contagious.

I have been together with my grandson for a long time, although I can still calm down as always, but love is becoming more and more distinct.

The hateful emotions become simpler and purely abominable, just like white snow, black tiles, and the boundaries are clearly defined, no longer mixing the rest of the feelings.

There is no entanglement, love is simple and clean, although the body is painful, the mood is happy.

The lady’s surname, who was following Zheng’s sleeve when Zheng’s sleeve was young, is the person who is most familiar with Zheng Shou and knows the most of Zheng’s mind, so she is like another brain of Zheng Shou, her everything. The practice is based on the mind of Zheng Shou.

The Lushan Swords Club will advance in advance, but he does not want him to have a chance to win. However, what he got at Ayaodong is not a plain and unrealistic solution to the Lingyuan Avenue, but the violent corpse of the corpse. nerve.

Using this doorwork method to ignite the five internal organs to stimulate the five qi, although the body of his five internal organs is more overdraft, just like putting a candle that burned very quickly directly in the charcoal, but at least can cover him. The nine dead silkworms can at least find compelling reasons for the substantial improvement he has made in this short period of time.

Let Zheng sleeves not be able to follow the heart, so the painful things suddenly become cute.

Zhang Yi silently looked at the canyon where the Lingmai was located, watching the location of Ding Ning's Mao.

Since last winter, he has been practicing in Wutong. Although he has been serving Xue for many times, he spends a lot of time on trivial things that are insignificant for practitioners, but the sentiments between ordinary people. The gains between words are unprecedented. It is just that the subconscious is accustomed to calling Ding Ning "little younger brother" but he never thought about how he would be at the Shushan Sword Club, but put all his thoughts on Ding Ning's body. .

At this time, the name is in the scroll hole, but in fact it is the Ding Ning protection method practiced in the Lingyang Gorge of Baiyangdong, ensuring that he can practice quietly and undisturbed.

Thinking of Xue's weakening body, thinking about the Shushan sword will have more important significance than Ding Ning. He couldn't help but say in his heart: "Little brother... must win."

......

In the quiet mountains, time passes as always.

Ding Ning's original five internal organs are still burning like violent, and the vigorous five spirits and the aura that flows into the body meet, sinking into the sea and turning into a real yuan.

Life is burning in the real.

The blood in his blood flowed faster, but the blood in it became rare, and the marrow river in his bones became a bit dry.

Among his dark hair, slowly appeared a little bit of hoarfrost.

His five internal organs also seem to have shrunk.

All this reminds him of his perception, what kind of unhealthy changes his body is making. This kind of change is probably the greatest fear for ordinary practitioners, but his face is still calm and full of pleasure.

As time passed, the real elements in his body became more and more powerful and more and more embarrassing.

at last……

The two whispers of "噗" and "噗" sounded from the other two silent shackles.

The two futons that were not sitting on the plate also burst at the same time. However, the futons that had been broken into numerous grass clippings did not spurt out, but instead sucked into the original aspirating spirit.

The spirit that originally spilled the aura became two very attractive vortexes, sucking in.

The aura of the three spirits was all attracted by the numerous invisible small silkworms that Ding Ning had underneath, and madly poured into his body.

There were strange winds between the gorges, and many of the turbulent winds that didn't know where they came from were drilled through the gaps of the hustle and bustle from all sides. The three scorpions could not withstand the external pressure and swayed and collapsed inside.

Several figures appeared on the mountain road, and they couldn't help but fly into the mountain gorge.

However, Zhang Yi, who stood outside the cavern, was deeply polite to the few figures and shook his head and said, "No."

......

Numerous thatch and the fallen leaves and hay layers that are attracted are covered by Ding Ning.

Outside Ding Ning's body, it is like a huge yellow scorpion.

The aura of terror could not be merged for a while, and it became a turbulent stream in Ding Ning's body. Ding Ning's body was constantly cracking, not just the blood, but even some muscles could not bear and broke.

Every moment, Ding Ning's body is like being split into countless pieces. However, there are always some invisible small silkworms appearing at the right moment. In the right place, the big mouth and big mouth swallow the aura that rushes to the crack.

The aura of these shocks in his body eventually turned into a more attractive vortex.

"Snapped!"

The voice underneath him first made a clear sound like a broken cowhide rope.

The aura in this vein first dried up and stopped flowing.

“Hey!” “Hey!”

Then there is the second and third.

The three spiritual veins of the White Sheep Cave are all exhausted.

There are more invisible small silkworms in his body, and all these invisible small silkworms do the same thing, desperately swallowing the aura of his body.

The terror appeal of his body began to disappear.

The more and more condensed real elements constantly impacted some of the niches in his body. In those niches, there seems to be a world in which the world is connected to the world.

That represents another realm.

He can impact another realm, but he knows enough.

So he slowly opened his eyes and tried to spread his true yuan evenly into every corner of his body.

All the dead leaves that were tied to him fell all at once, and spread out like a wave.

On the mountain road outside the cave, Zhang Yi closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, his face pale and snowy.

He is very nervous.

Whether it is the change of the breeze in the mountains, or the days when he must leave the Baiyang Cave to go to the Jianshan Jianzong, he is sure that he will see Ding Ning.

His back is wet.

A breeze came.

A familiar figure fell into his field of vision.

Although he was already prepared, but in the moment of seeing Ding Ning, he still stayed in an instant and forgot to breathe.

"Little teacher..."

His eyes were filled with a strong shock.

The breeze blew the hair of Ding Ning.

In the black hair, there are white stars everywhere.

Ding Ning seems to be a bit older, but his body is not tall, but he is even thinner.

What shocked him the most was that under the pale skin of Ding Ning, there seemed to be a rainbow flowing in it, as if there was a colorful flame at all times to cut through the pale skin.

"Little teacher...you..."

He finally felt some changes in Ding Ning's real yuan. For this reason, Ding Ning paid another price. In his eyes, there were countless shocked emotions.

"Master, don't shout."

However, Ding Ning nodded to him and said calmly: "The younger brother Shen Shen should now be in the ink garden, we have to set out to pick up the younger brother and the cave master."

......

The spring is gradually disappearing, the summer is getting stronger, and the air is more dry.

It was raining for many days, and the wheels rolled across the road, bringing a puff of dust.

In the pavilion of a hill outside the countryside of Changling, the man in black who is calm and calm, but has always given people a dangerous feeling is brewing tea with iron pot.

He looked at a galloping horse between the roads and was silent.

The plain man who had seen him in the ink garden with him was washing his cup at this time. He watched a black carriage pass by. He turned his head and looked at the black man. He said, "What do you think now?"

People's ideas tend to change, although only a few days apart, but he still has to determine the view of the man in black.

"The Shushan Sword Club is about to begin, what else can you think?"

In the face of his prudence, the man in black was a mocking smile. "I just hope that the wine shop boy should not change his opinion. Don't even dare to participate in the sword."

The middle-aged man in the plain-colored shirt looked at the carriage in the countdown time and sat on the lady named.

The identity like her can naturally enter the first time after the opening of the Shanshan Jianzong Gate. It is not necessary to wait outside the ordinary officials and the students who participate in the practice sites of the Shushan Swords Club.

However, I don't know why she didn't want to reach Lushan before most people, so she suddenly reached out and sneaked twice on the carriage, so that the driver who drove the car slowed down.

Two comfortable carriages covered with cushions stayed at the entrance of the ink garden early. When Zhang Yi drove the carriage stopped at the entrance of the ink garden, Wang Taixu and Shen Yu helped Xue forget the door of the ink garden. .

"Too adventurous."

It was only at first glance that Ding Ning, who jumped out of Zhang Yi’s body, shook his head and said this.

"Set it to death and then live."

Ding Ning took a serious bow to him and said: "And then you don't need to think about other possibilities, you can make people more focused."

Wang Taixu took a deep breath and his eyes were filled with incomparably complex looks.

"The vacillating attitude is often the most dangerous attitude." However, Ding Ning seems to see through what he thinks, and he said to him.

at this point.

So Wang Taixu is also speechless.

So set off.

Two comfortable carriages began to drive away from the ink garden and headed for Lushan.