Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Hearing this, Chen Xiaojun couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Who would push their limits and burn their blood for no reason?

That comes at a price.

However, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: "Limit? Qi and blood limit? Strengthen the heart and lungs? Stripes?!"

Chen Xiaojun's eyes suddenly lit up. In the original work of "Demon Slayer", after the markings are activated, the combat ability can be greatly improved, and lines symbolizing the activation of the markings will also appear on the user's body.

Different spotted swordsmen have different markings on their bodies.

The conditions for activating the stripes are that the body temperature reaches 39 degrees and the heart rate exceeds 200, which means high body temperature and high heart rate!

At this moment, the human body feels as hot as if it is burning, and whether one can survive after entering this high-risk state is the key to determining whether or not spots will appear on the body.

Chen Xiaojun thought to himself, perhaps, this is their opportunity to break through the sense of restraint and reach a higher level of breathing method!

Thinking of this, Chen Xiaojun could not hide his excitement. He suddenly jumped up from his seat, grabbed Xiaoyi, and walked out hurriedly.

"Where are we going?" Xiaoyi asked as she followed his pace.

"Training room." Chen Xiaojun answered briefly.

In this large courtyard, there are several small practice rooms scattered around in an orderly manner - they are not for soul masters to learn from each other, but for people to meditate and practice with concentration.

Although you can practice in your own room as well, the effect will not be as good as here.

The reason is simple. These training rooms are somewhat similar to spirit gathering arrays, which can assist in practice and improve efficiency.

In Douluo Continent, the formations here are far less profound than those in the world of immortal cultivation, but they also have their own flavor, and the culmination of this type of formation is the mimicry environment.

Of course, the formations of Douluo Continent are totally inferior to those in the world of immortal cultivation.

Although its function is relatively weak, it is better than nothing and adds some help to the path of cultivation.

The moment he stepped into the training room, Chen Xiaojun paused, then slowly sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Then, the Sun Breathing Technique in his body suddenly accelerated, as hot and vigorous as the rising sun, and the golden-red mist of qi and blood rose from his body surface and swirled around him.

As the breathing method continued to work, the mist of qi and blood became thicker and thicker, and the speed of rotation became faster and faster. There was an invisible force pushing him, causing his body to radiate a hot breath from the inside out that almost ignited the air.

At this moment, Chen Xiaojun seemed to have transformed into a blazing flame, with the power of qi and blood lingering around his body.

Chen Xiaojun's breathing became more and more rapid, and every breath seemed to completely squeeze out the air in his heart and lungs, and then inhale even more powerful soul power of heaven and earth.

The aura on his body became heavier and heavier, as if he was carrying a huge rock, yet he was constantly breaking through his limits, seeking further transformation.

During this tense and intense training process, an astonishing change quietly took place.

On Chen Xiaojun's face, mysterious lines quietly emerged, starting from the left forehead and gradually spreading to the cheeks and neck.

These patterns are like ancient totems and natural textures between heaven and earth. They blend with Chen Xiaojun's skin in an incredible way, emitting a faint golden-red glow.

As the markings appeared, Chen Xiaojun's aura rose again, and a new power was injected into his body.

That power is ancient and mysterious, violent and restrained.

Xiaoyi was standing aside, her eyes twinkling like stars, staring at Chen Xiaojun quietly.

Inside the training room, the air seemed to be frozen by an invisible force, and even breathing became heavy and oppressive.

However, in the center of this vortex of power, Chen Xiaojun was isolated from the world and completely immersed in his own world of cultivation. The noise and disturbance of the outside world could not disturb his mind.

Every breath he took was like the beating of a war drum, deep and powerful. Every inhalation and exhalation seemed to be competing with heaven and earth for spiritual energy and soul power.

The veins on his forehead bulged and sweat fell like drizzle, soaking his clothes, but it could not extinguish the fire in his heart.

The aura on his body became heavier, as if he was carrying a heavy burden, but even so, he had no intention of backing down.

"Not enough! Not enough!" Chen Xiaojun was screaming in his heart.

Although the markings had appeared, he felt that it was not enough.

He clearly felt that he had not reached his limit yet and that he should pursue a breakthrough at a higher level.

After all, he is the Soul King, so how could he be satisfied with the achievements of the Demon Slayer Corps members?

What's more, he had taken two semi-immortal herbs, and his physique was much stronger than that of ordinary people.

As time passed, Chen Xiaojun's face became paler, but his eyes became more determined.

However, at this moment, an unprecedented pain suddenly hit him, tearing his soul like a knife.

He clenched his teeth and tried to hold back the pain, but his body began to tremble.

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At this moment, Xiaoyi suddenly shouted: "Stop!"

Her clear voice carried the power of her spirit, as if her words were followed by magic.

With this delicate cry, Chen Xiaojun was struck by lightning, and his manic mentality calmed down instantly.

He slowly finished his exercise, the marks disappeared, and he returned to normal, with a hint of fatigue in his eyes.

There were beads and stains of sweat on his forehead and body.

Upon seeing this, Xiaoyi immediately activated the Evergreen Ivy and wrapped it around Chen Xiaojun.

The life force flowed into his body like a trickle of water, nourishing his hot meridians and muscles.

With the nourishment of this power, Chen Xiaojun's complexion gradually improved and his breathing became steady.

Ten minutes later, Xiaoyi said softly, "Brother Xiaojun, your internal injuries have just healed, and your body has not yet fully recovered. Forcing a breakthrough like this will only backfire. You must do it within your ability."

Chen Xiaojun smiled bitterly and nodded.

He was so eager to succeed that he ignored his body's ability to bear it.

He looked at Xiaoyi and said dryly, "Thank you, Xiaoyi. If you hadn't stopped me in time, I would have gone crazy."

Xiaoyi shook her head gently and asked, "Brother Xiaojun, what's the matter with those lines on your body?"

Chen Xiaojun knew she was going to ask this, so he smiled and explained: "This is a stripe!"

"When one's breathing technique is practiced to a certain level, strange patterns will naturally appear on the body surface, symbolizing the explosion of combat ability and the awakening of potential."

He paused, his eyes became deep, and continued: "Your guess is correct. Our breathing method is actually far from reaching its limit."

"On a normal day, we only operate at a low to medium level, but the appearance of the pattern is considered a high-level operation."

“But I haven’t reached the highest stage yet. I have a very clear feeling that this is not the end yet and I can still break through!”