Cultivating Immortals through Double Transmigration: The Horror World Becomes My Backyard

Crack, crack, crack...

Lu Ming's bones and muscles were constantly reorganizing and breaking.

Every time he went through this process, he almost fainted from the pain.

The pain kept stimulating Lu Ming, keeping him awake at all times.

The three forces of Xuanhuang, Chunyang, and Jiyin in his body kept blending and splitting.

The bones and meridians in Lu Ming's body were reshaped bit by bit.

The reshaped body was much stronger than before.

But the power of the Tyrant Pill seemed to think that this was not enough, and once again broke his newly reshaped body.

The three forces of Xuanhuang, Jiyin, and Chunyang continued to repair Lu Ming's body.

This repeated.

Lu Ming didn't know how much time had passed.

He just felt that every minute and every second was torture for him.

This pain was thousands of times stronger than all the suffering he had experienced before.

Lu Ming couldn't help but want to give up.

But he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

Because this was the path he chose.

Time passed bit by bit.

The speed of the Tyrant Pill's destruction finally slowed down.

The three forces in Lu Ming's body quickly helped him recover his body.

At the same time, this was also an important opportunity for him to condense the body of Acala.

If he missed it, he would have to wait for the next time.

The sun above his Qi Sea shone brightly, emitting brilliant light. The rich pure Yang power merged into his limbs and bones, making Lu Ming's entire body bones seem to be covered with a layer of golden light.

The golden light gradually converged.

The three forces in his body completely calmed down.

He opened his eyes and saw Dean Feng sitting in front of him, leisurely drinking Qianqiu Brewing.

"Awake?"

Dean Feng shook the wine jar, burped, and then stood up.

He picked up the Tyrant Pill on the table and threw it to Lu Ming.

""Go on, the training just now took too long. If you don't hurry up, you won't have the chance to take the Tyrant Pill for the third time today."

Looking at the Tyrant Pill in his hand, Lu Ming's eyes twitched wildly.

"Does it have to be like this?"

"This is the path you chose yourself. Why are you giving up just at the beginning?"

Dean Feng looked at Lu Ming with a teasing look.

Lu Ming sighed, opened the porcelain bottle, poured out three Tyrant Pills, and threw them directly into his mouth.

The violent medicinal power directly destroyed the bones of Lu Ming's body.

This familiar feeling made him numb.

The pain is only temporary.

If this pain continues, you will get used to it after a long time.

Lu Ming still has to hurry up and try to refine the medicinal properties of the Tyrant Pill within three hours.

Otherwise, today's efforts will be in vain.

Dean Feng saw Lu Ming eat the Tyrant Pill without hesitation, and his expression twisted in pain, as if he could also feel Lu Ming's pain.

"This kid is really cruel to himself. I don't know how he passed the test."

Lu Ming was refining the medicinal power.

In order to ensure that the extreme yin power weakened and destroyed the balance in the body, he threw a portion of extreme yin water into his mouth from time to time.

This extravagant method made Dean Feng next to him tremble with fear.

"How many spirit stones would be consumed after drinking this? How much Qianqiu wine could be sold... What a waste, what a waste."

Because he chose this most difficult shortcut,

Lu Ming spent more than 90% of his time every day refining the medicinal effects of the Tyrant Pill.

Similarly, his physical strength became stronger and stronger.

With the input and return being proportional,

Lu Ming's physical cultivation entered the foundation-building stage within two months.

The physical strength surged, making his body unusually sturdy.

His sturdy body with that handsome face looked like Vajra Nezha.

In addition, he practiced the body of Acala.

Lu Ming just sat there, giving people a feeling of solemnity.

He opened his eyes, and the dazzling golden light made him more sacred.

As the golden light gradually dissipated, the Buddhist charm was also restrained.

"Finally, I have passed the most dangerous stage. From now on, my cultivation will be smooth."

For two months, he endured inhuman torture every moment. He repeated the process of destruction and reconstruction every day.

It was this extreme training that allowed Lu Ming to achieve what would have taken him a year to achieve.

Feeling the surging power in his body, as if it were endless.

Lu Ming couldn't help but roar to the sky.

The depression in his chest also dissipated into the sky with this roar.

Dean Feng, who was sleeping soundly next to him, was frightened.

"What's wrong with you, kid?"

Dean Feng threw away the wine jar in his arms and staggered to his feet.

He walked to Lu Ming's side and patted his muscular body.

"Not bad, he has the bearing of an ancient body cultivator, but his face is too good-looking, which seriously does not match his body. You should drink less Yin water.

Dean Feng complained, then turned around and staggered out.

"Your physical body has already entered the foundation building stage, so you don't need me to protect you anymore. You should pay attention to your cultivation from now on. Don't rush to break through after your physical body reaches the ninth level of the foundation building stage. Let it settle down first."

Leaving this sentence behind, Dean Feng disappeared in the courtyard.

Lu Ming stood up and bowed.

"Thank you for your guidance, Dean."

Lu Ming looked up at the night sky and walked back to the room.

He set up an isolation formation to communicate with the bronze door in his mind.

After two months,

Lu Ming came to the horror world again. He suddenly felt a sense of strangeness.

This time he came to the horror world for only two purposes, to test his own strength and to search for some extremely Yin water.

Two months of body tempering practice made his reserves of extremely Yin water bottom out.

This was also the main reason why Dean Feng teased him.

Lu Ming flew in the air and came to a strange area.

There was a ghost king with 700 years of cultivation here.

This kind of cultivation was just enough for him to test his physical strength.

Walking in the dark alley.

Lu Ming's eyes flashed with golden light, and he looked at the environment here.

Suddenly.

The Yin energy in the alley became extremely strong.

The alley was shrouded in thick fog.

Lu Ming immediately stopped and stretched his hand into the thick fog around him.

His five fingers formed claws, as if he had grabbed something hard, and then he pulled hard, and he pulled out a ghost king with a green face and fangs from the thick fog.

"Seven hundred years of cultivation is so weak?"

Lu Ming looked at the ghost king in his hand with some disdain.

This time he did not use spiritual power, nor did he use the power of the soul. He just relied on the pure physical strength to instantly subdue a hundred-year-old ghost king.

Of course, the body of Acala has a natural suppressing effect on ghosts.

But more importantly, it is Lu Ming's own strength.

As long as the body of Acala steps on the ground, there will be endless strength.

This is the point of the power of this inheritance.

As long as he tramples on the ground, he is invincible in the same realm.

And it is the kind of true invincibility.

It is not a problem to blow up the body cultivators of the same realm with one punch.

Lu Ming used his five fingers to crush the ghost king's head.

After taking away the water of extreme yin, he left this strange domain directly.

Under normal circumstances, when Lu Ming is not cultivating ghosts, he will leave directly after hunting down ghost kings.

New ghost kings will be born automatically in the strange domain.

This will also ensure that Lu Ming has a constant supply of extreme yin water.

Just when Lu Ming was about to look for the next ghost king, he suddenly looked up at the sky.

Above the nine heavens, a bright full moon hung high in the sky. What attracted Lu Ming's attention was not the full moon, but the gradually brightening blood-red crescent moon next to it.

""The blood moon appears, the ghost soldiers are passing through!"

Lu Ming's expression was solemn.

In this world, the blood moon is a symbol of disaster.

Whenever the blood moon appears, the terrifying ghost soldiers will take away the lives of all the cities they pass by.

Lu Ming saw a large group of dark clouds appearing in the sky.

The dark clouds were slowly moving in a certain direction.

"This direction seems to be the water city."