It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! It’s so painful! I have a splitting headache, the veins on my forehead are exposed, and my face is black and blue, as if the devil has been reborn!

The body kept making "bang bang" sounds, and blood spurted out from the pores, forming a layer of blood mist that enveloped Yang Ran's thin body, making him feel like he was in purgatory, constantly suffering, and billions of skin and tissue cells around him were torn apart

,reduction.

The muscles, bones, internal organs, and Dantian all over the body seem to be gnawed and bitten by countless ants. The painful and itchy feeling makes one almost want to commit suicide!

The most unbearable thing is that the soul seems to be pierced by thousands of needles, divided into threads of soul consciousness, and then constantly being crushed and crushed, and then repaired and healed by the purple energy again.

That was the energy of Lingxin Grass to protect the soul, but it was too painful. Yang Ran's soul seemed to be submerged and swallowed by darkness, leaving only a trace of clear consciousness, just like a sailboat struggling to survive in the waves of the sky.

May be flooded at any time!

"Close your eyes and go to sleep! Go to sleep!"

"When you fall asleep, there will be no pain!"

"Stop enduring the pain! Take a break! Just take a break!"

The seductive words kept echoing in his ears, urging him to fall asleep peacefully. Yang Ran's eyelids were so heavy that they almost closed!

If there is a martial arts master next to Yang Ran, he will find that there is a soul lamp on the Baihui point on the top of Yang Ran's head and the Guixin point on both sides of his shoulders. The lights are dimly lit and swaying!

It's like a breeze can extinguish it! It also represents that Yang Ran's fire of life is about to die!

At this critical moment!

"Buzz!"

There was a sound of a sword. It was a heavy black iron sword with a blade full of rust. It was three feet long and three inches wide. There was nothing surprising about it, but it was spiritual!

"No!!! How can I!"

The sound of the sword suddenly awakened Yang Ran's last clear consciousness, which was about to sink into darkness, and started a prairie fire with a spark of fire!

Yang Ran's eyes suddenly opened, a strange blood-red color rose from the clear water eyes, and a bloodthirsty and crazy wolf-like aura was released from the thin body.

It’s this strange state again, crazy Yang Ran!

"Plop!" Yang Ran put all the spare medicinal materials into the boiling dark green potion.

It’s crazy! Crazy! Really crazy! This is a double dose, which can definitely poison the powerful Schering Mirror!

But if you are not crazy, you will not survive!

"Yang Ran, you have been a waste for five years and you still want to continue?"

"Do you still want to be that cowardly and incompetent waste who lets others bully you, tramples on your dignity at will, and has your fiancée break off the engagement?"

"Do you still want to be that useless waste who is a son of a human being whose parents were separated? Strength! You only need strength! You can do whatever you want! Ah!!"

"I can die! But I can't be defeated like this!"

The roar in Yang Ran's mind was like a bell, and Da Lu gradually stabilized his mind, and he began to recite the "Tao Te Ching" and "Yi Jin Jing" silently.

"Tao can be Tao, but it is not permanent Tao. Names can be named, but they are not permanent names. Nameless, the beginning of all things... Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things. All things bear yin and hold yang, and carry qi.

I thought..."

"Stand upright, hold your hands in front of your chest. Your energy and spirit are calm, your heart is clear and your appearance is respectful..."

The golden scriptures were gradually imprinted on his mind, and he would never forget them!

Yang Ran's muscles and veins corroded by the poison, his broken Dantian, and his body that had been pierced through the intestines and stomach began to emit a golden light, and there were constant and soul-stirring chanting sounds, as if there was a Zen monk who had attained enlightenment.

Singing, it seems like hundreds of millions of gods are reciting it, and it seems like immortal spirits are singing the hymn of life across time and space!

The skin and flesh cells of the physical body, meridians, muscles and bones, blood vessels, and Dantian are constantly remodeled under the golden light, becoming stronger. What's more, the billions of cells in the whole body seem to be shouting, becoming more energetic and potential!

A perfect body exudes light as bright as the sun, and the muscle fibers have the most regular and perfect structure. "Bang bang!" The heart beats powerfully, and the blood in the veins rolls like the Yangtze River.

If you don’t break it, you won’t stand it! If you break it, you can stand it!

Yang Ran has thick black hair, dancing in the wind, black eyes like ink, and sharp eyes like knives. The shoulders on both sides represent the spirit soul lamp, and the wick of the spirit soul lamp blooms with colorless flowers!

The wick blooms and blooms for thousands of years!

This is the flower of destiny, changing your destiny against the will of heaven! Success!

The second level of the Tao Te Ching is the realm of two flowers! The realm of one flower is the understanding of a superhuman being. The realm of two flowers is the understanding of a true genius!

The realm of "Yi Jin Jing" cannot be broken or established! Have a perfect body!

From then on, Yang Ran's understanding became that of a true genius! With his qualifications and perfect body, who can compete with him!

Yang Ran put on a green gown, jumped out of the bathtub, walked to the heavy black iron knife with a blade covered with rust, and ran his fingers across the blade, feeling cold! "Thank you, old man!"

This black iron heavy sword was given to him by his father when he became a member of Yunxiao Sect when he was nine years old. In the past five years, people have slandered him, bullied him, insulted him, laughed at him, belittled him, despised him, hated him, and lied to him. Only

This knife accompanies him silently and will never leave him!

Yang Ran was full of energy and sharpness, and smiled brilliantly: "From now on, let us travel across the sky and kill all those who bully me in the world! How about that?"

"Buzz!"

The blade buzzed! It seemed to be responding excitedly.

After disposing of the residue of the potion, he washed himself and came to the yard with the black iron knife on his back.

call out!

Yang Ran smiled arrogantly, drew his sword and started flying, practicing the eight swords of Haitao.

The Eight Swords of the Sea, a low-level martial arts skill on the human level, the first six moves are nameless, the seventh move is "Wrath of the Waves" and the eighth move is "The Eight Volumes of the Haitao".

With luck concentrated and the sword moves flowing in his heart, Yang Ran swung his sword to slash diagonally and started practicing from the first move.

The first form, the second form...the sixth form.

The first form, the second form...the sixth form.

Yang Ran performed it twice in a row, and it didn't feel as obscure as the fifth form he had practiced before. On the contrary, he felt a bit like a fish in water.

call!

Yang Ran exhaled a long breath, knowing that this was due to the improvement of his understanding and qualifications. He completely relaxed his mind and danced the sword skill freely.

Once, twice...ten times...

After ten times in a row, the moves gradually broke away from the restraints and became light and flexible. The seventh move "Hai Tao Wrath" was also launched, like a roaring wave, sweeping across all directions, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground, like thousands of sharp knives.

Howling, across the void, flying all over the sky.

Half an hour later.

From the first pose... to the seventh pose, the entire movement is done in one go. Each move is like flowing water, without any fancy, and full of beauty.

Yang Ran stood there holding the sword, as if he had some realization.

Draw the sword out of its sheath again, and the sword rolls like a wave. One wave is followed by another, and the waves overlap eight times. This is the last form of the Eight Swords of Haitao, and the essence of "Eight Volumes of Haitao".

A low-level human martial arts skill, Haitao Eight Swordsmanship, great success!

Clang

The black iron sword was sheathed loudly, and in less than an hour, Haitao's eight swords were completed! Yang Ran was surprised. Even if his understanding has been raised to the level of a true genius, he cannot be such a monster!

Not only that, while he was practicing swordsmanship, his physical body was constantly being tempered. Qi and blood flowed through the muscles and bones of the whole body. The internal energy was floating, and the itching sensation was transmitted to the nerves. A trace of milky white Qi was continuously derived from the muscles, bones, skin and flesh, and entered the meridians.

The galloping roar hits the Dantian!

Bang!

In the past five years, he has attacked the dantian barrier of the fourth level of the Houling Realm countless times, and it was smashed to pieces like paper! The milky white true energy gathered in the dantian and turned into mist, and the cultivation level exceeded the early and middle stages of the fourth level of the Houling Realm.

, stable at the peak in the later period!

The cultivation level that has never been broken through in five years has actually been broken through!

Yang Ran thought for a while and figured out that maybe the effect of the medicine that changed his qualifications and understanding hadn't worn off yet.

Thinking of this, Yang Ran wanted to take this opportunity to practice a martial art, Tiger Fist, but just when he was about to practice.

Just hearing a "clang", a young man in yellow broke through the door and walked towards Yang Ran with his head held high.
Chapter completed!