blood contract

No matter how glorious he was as a majestic king, no matter how famous he was, no matter how powerful he was, that was all in the past. Now he has to live a life of being dependent on others, and he is bullied by a little heroic spirit all day long, and he has no place to reason. .

Sad reminder!

"Stop, stop, stop, I've thought of a cultivation method that can speed up your legal body and spiritual power..." Ruanji said quickly.

After saying this, Omda immediately stopped his hand, raised his head, looked at Lingling with a proud look on his face, "There must be truth under the iron fist."

Why are you so proud of yourself!

Lingling shook his head, looked at Ruan Ji and asked, "What is it? Tell me quickly?"

Shuanji pushed away Monda who was riding on him, twisted his body a few times, and said: "In ancient times, there was a technique called 'going against the sky'. It is a method of guiding one's own Qi and blood against the current, transporting and nourishing it. .”

"Go against the will of heaven!" Lingling and Omda both said in unison with a strange look in their eyes.

"When I heard the name, I felt so weird. Is it difficult to practice?" Lingling asked.

"Yeah, yeah." Omda imitated Lingling's tone and nodded in agreement.

Ruanji twirled his mustache and said, "This is natural. To guide the countercurrent, we must have concentration within movement, and movement within concentration. Movement and stillness are roots of each other, and yin and yang rub against each other. It is difficult to move while giving up concentration to seek luck." . Give up luck and seek concentration, but it is difficult to reach concentration if you want to... If you are lucky, you will be stable. If you are stable, you will be lucky. Only when you can move and be stable. In short, if you do not practice well, your body will explode and die, which is dangerous."

"...Okay, stop it. It's better not to say it. I can't understand it." Lingling frowned and asked unwillingly: "Have you ever practiced? Come and tell me..."

Seeing that Lingling was sincerely asking for advice, Ruan Ji passed the secret to her without any secret and started talking to her.

"The essence of the sun and the essence of lunar yin, the two qi blend and transform into all things. The sun is taken from the new moon, which means that it meets the beginning of the month, and its qi is fresh and worthy of the sun's essence. The moon is taken from the wang, which means that the golden water is full, and its qi is correct. Prosperous, worthy of the moonlight.

Taking the 7749 Small Zhoutian and the 6636 Great Zhoutian as a round guide, the small Zhoutian and the Great Zhoutian are retrograded once. After 9981 times, one forward and one reverse, one up and one down. Luck it. One way and another, the decision is made first and then the luck is determined. Luck first and then determination. If there is no determination, there will be no luck. Movement and stillness are roots of each other, yin and yang rub each other, and only then can there be the phenomenon of universe and universe. Coupled with medicated baths and acupuncture points, it will get twice the result with half the effort. "

"Oh."

Lingling seemed to understand but was confused when he heard it. He felt that instead of listening to what Shan Ji said was so complicated, he might as well try it himself and understand everything. Start practicing.

Xiuji quickly stopped him, "Girl, 'going against the will of heaven' is like going against the trend. It goes against common sense, is dangerous, and the process is extremely painful. It's like being in the Abi Hell and undergoing one hundred and eight kinds of torture..." …”

At this point, it paused and couldn't help but tremble, "I gave up after experiencing it once... Isn't that something a living creature can endure..."

After saying this, Lingling froze on the spot, his bright eyes blinked from time to time, and after a moment, he asked: "This skill is so dangerous, has anyone ever succeeded?"

"..." Ruan Ji thought for a moment and nodded, "Of course, I remember that his name was... Gan Gan, what was he doing... His name was Gan Gan, and he was the leader of the Monster Clan. He was also the dominant one at that time. The hero's reputation is unparalleled, but it's a pity that he became obsessed with it and died."

"Ah! You've been beaten to death!"

"That's right. The Monster Beast Clan is physically stronger than the Human Clan, so it's reasonable to achieve cultivation. It's not surprising that he will die through refining. He is still like this, with a small body like the Human Clan..." After saying this, Ruanji glanced at Lingling. With its small body, it clicked its tongue a few times and showed its disdainful eyes without hesitation.

"Then if you said it, you didn't say it." Lingling looked over with a sharp look.

Huanji's body was shaken, he was a little dumb, his eyes were a little wandering, and he weakly replied: "Ask me, can I not tell you. What if, what if you succeed in cultivation."

"..." Lingling, I believe you.

Then he asked again: "Is he the only one who has succeeded in practicing this skill?"

"...In my time, I had never heard of anyone else, and after that, I don't know even more!"

Lingling was unable to complain, but the old loach was indeed slippery.

Listening to the two people's questions and answers, Mom Da spoke up, "Ling, it's better not to practice in such a dangerous situation. Who knows what kind of burden it will bring to the body."

Lingling fell into deep thought.

If you practice, your life will be in danger. If you don’t practice, why do you still have an inexplicable little regret...

Wouldn't that kind of pain be more painful and terrifying than receiving the essence and blood of the godfather or washing away the lead?

... Wealth and honor are found in danger. If everyone practices in a step-by-step manner, then there is no need to talk about finding new ways to achieve breakthroughs in practice.

It is unknown how many powerful enemies he will face in the future. If he does not work hard now, he will definitely be the one who will perish.

Thinking about this, Lingling gritted his teeth and decided to give it a try.

He closed his eyes, and when he started to run the first small week, he said to Omda, "Keep an eye on this old loach."

"Uh, why don't you trust me yet?"

"Shut up." Omda yelled. When he wanted to dissuade Lingling again, he was stopped by Shuan Ji, "From now on, don't disturb her."

"..." Omda angrily glanced at Sanji.

Seeing Lingling entering into cultivation, it had no choice but to give up even if it didn't want to.

After a long time, eighty-one times, Lingling began to direct the energy and blood throughout his body to reverse direction.

A sense of weightlessness came over me, followed by dizziness and nausea, and then the body felt like it was cramping and torn apart, and it was like being thrown into a frying pan and being fried, making people go crazy and painful.

It is different from accepting the pain of life and death when someone pays sperm and blood, washes the essence and cuts the marrow.

One is the will to survive in the fight, the other is to kill but not survive.

It was like being in Abi Purgatory and suffering the one hundred and eight kinds of torture.

For example, the physical pain alone can be endured by the spirit, but it is a kind of torture from the body to the soul to the body and then deep into the soul. Such repeated and continuous torture, every time the soul is tortured and tortured.

Wow……

A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. Lingling hugged his head and curled up into a ball. His body trembled involuntarily. He clenched his teeth and squeezed out painful moans from between his teeth. Big beads of sweat slipped from his forehead. Her inner clothes were instantly soaked, and then she screamed out in pain.

"Ling, Ling, stop quickly." Omda called anxiously from the side.

Suan Ji looked anxious and gave guidance from the side: "Girl, hurry up, use the snake breath 'he' skill I taught you, it can relieve the pain."

At this time, Lingling could not hear other people's voices.

What filled my mind was the bloody Shura field of Avici Hell, the crazy and frenzied sounds of evil ghosts, and the roars of my own soul being torn apart inch by inch...

He couldn't hold on for long before he fainted.

……

No matter how much time passed, Lingling vaguely heard someone calling her. Dimly, he opened his heavy eyelids and saw Om Da, who was so anxious that he was about to cry, and Lao Gao's swollen face.

"Wake up, wake up..." Seeing Lingling opening her eyes, Shan Ji hurriedly shouted.