Chapter 187 Pain

Seeing that the water in the jade jar was full of power, Gan Ping gritted his teeth, put down the fire, and took off his ragged clothes. In this ten years of understanding under the ground, without the support of Reiki, Gan Ping's body has already shrunk, the originally solid muscles have become skinny, and the ribs have been highlighted one by one. Gan Ping felt that although Zhenyuan was still abundant, his body was stronger than that of ordinary people at this moment. He didn't even have the strength of a thousand pounds, and he was simply not as good as some disciples in the outer realm of refining gas. This was the consequence of consuming essence and blood for a long time but not being replenished.

Gan Ping just wanted to step into the bathtub. His calves were hugged by a pair of fluffy claws. He looked down. Who else could there be if it was not fire? Looking at this little thing crying and tearful, Gan Ping couldn't help but be funny and moved. Obviously, this little thing thought he was going to do something dangerous. It seemed that he was smoked by the medicine just now, which made the little thing extremely afraid of the dark ** in the jade jar.

Gan Ping flicked gently on its little head, "It's okay, Huoer, you can rest assured here first." With that, he made a few remaining spiritual stones and laid a small array to support this space. When he entered the jade jar, he would definitely not be able to control his mana. The sword light dissipated, and there was no external force to open. Maybe he buried himself under the earth.

After arranging everything, Gan Ping slowly entered the jade tank. As soon as he entered the dark industry system, Gan Ping felt that the medicinal power was stabbing his body like tens of thousands of steel needles. The domineering and powerful medicine seemed to tear his body. He rushed into his body like a robber. Gan Pingqiang endured his trembling body, took a deep breath, suppressed the impulse to escape from the potion, and put his whole body out of the potion.

Strongly supporting the body trembling because of pain, Gan Ping stretched out his hand, which was the starting style of the Liuhe Mountain Fist. This Liuhe Mountain Fist exercise had the effect of absorbing the surrounding aura. Although there is no aura for Gan Ping to absorb at present, the fortifying effect of this abundant medicinal power is even better. Gan Ping has been risked to be a superior person. Although in front of Feng Xingyuan and Bu Yizhen, with his luck and wit, he repeatedly almost died, and also made them suffer great losses, the former lost his arm, and the latter lost his life, but when he thought that he was like an ant, he was despised. If death is not under your control, Gan Ping's mind will be like a fire.

After practicing this Liuhe collapse boxing, the original strong drug power outside the body increased by several times, and rushed to Gan Ping's body. Gan Ping only felt that every inch of his skin, muscles, tendons and periosteum were viciously torn by the powerful external force, and then the powerful medicinal effect and the power of the witch's blood healed it, and then tore it again, looped back and forth. This is comparable to the most vicious torture, a hundred times more painful than that torture. Feeling the terrible sound of muscle tearing at every inch of my body, healing again in a blink of an eye, and then tearing again. The effect of medicine and the power of blood are mixed with Ganping's body.

Gan Ping almost bit his teeth. It was so painful that he had a pain in his bone marrow. His whole body seemed to have been put in the stone mortar, constantly hammered by the huge stone pestle. The blood in his body flowed out with the tear of the body, and then the mixed medicine and the witch's blood rushed back to the body. The pain was simply unimaginable, but Gan Ping still gritted his teeth and persisted, and the fist was getting faster and faster.

After a few breaths, Gan Ping's body has been torn hundreds of times. At this time, his body is extremely tough, and the power of the huge medicine to tear the body has also weakened a little, but it has increased his pain even more. Previously, it was a sharp blade, but now it is a blunt knife to cut the meat. The pain is even more unbearable. Gan Ping could faintly hear the sound of cracking leather when the huge medicinal force tore his body. His body was like an old cowhide, slowly torn apart inch by inch, forcibly healing, and then torn again.

With a turn of internal breath, Gan Ping ran the true determination of Binghuo Rongyuan's forging body, and his body was more tough. However, the speed of punching was also several times accelerated, and the huge medicinal power rushed towards him under the attraction of this fist. It is to follow this strong medicinal power to tear your body inch by inch, and then heal again to enhance the strength of your body. Such pain, even Gan Ping can't block the sense of pain. Only by abrupt resistance, let the cone heart stingle hit his mind again and again. This is not only the strengthening of the body, but also the training of mental perseverance.

Zhenyuan is the magic power, and the body is the foundation. Only by refining this physical tripod furnace carrying the soul Zhenyuan is indestructible, can we use the body as a boat, pass through the boundless sea of suffering, and go straight to the other side. Gan Ping is deeply aware of this truth. Any monk will have to say that his body is strengthened to the extreme sooner or later. If he fights with others and his body is destroyed, then everything will rest and the way of heaven is hopeless. Therefore, it is said that this body is the foundation of monks.

Although it is extremely painful, Gan Ping's heart is full of joy. In a few short hours, he has recovered as before because of the decaying body for several years, and the toughness and strength of the body are constantly rising. Previously, after the sun quenched the internal organs, Gan Ping felt that the cultivation realm of his body was worse than that of the inner body. This time, this opportunity must not be wasted. It was obvious that Gan Pinghu, who could feel the rising power, roared and accelerated the speed of his fist again. The potion in the jade jar was like a big hand, spinning cring, and the abundant power rushed to Ganping crazily.

Under this severe stimulation, Gan Ping can't settle down at all, shielding the sense of consciousness, and only his mind endures waves of pain one after another. On the ground outside the bathtub, the fire has cried into a tearful person. Oh, no, it's a tear monkey. How can it not feel the pain of its master when it is connected to Gan Pingxin? Looking at the rotating figure in the translucent jade jar with tears in his eyes, the fire couldn't help crying and wiped his tears. A pair of small claws stained with dirt and a small face stained with tears became a mud monkey.

Gan Ping had no time to take care of him at this moment and devoted himself to this practice. How many times he wanted to give up in severe pain, wanted to stop his fists, and jump out of this jade jar that made him miserable. However, Feng Xingyuan and Bu Yizhen's contemptful eyes are in front of them. You are an ant, a humble ant, an involuntary ant that can't help it. Gan Ping is unwilling to be an ant in the eyes of people. His life should be in his own hands. From now on, if anyone wants his own life, he can take it by himself, and the three-foot green front is waiting for you at any time!

Gradually with the crazy absorption of Gan Ping, the originally dark and sticky liquid slowly became sparse, and the color gradually became lighter. With the passage of time, Gan Ping felt that the medicine had begun to decline. Although there was still severe pain in his body, it was not as unbearable as at the beginning. It seemed that this jar of medicine had been almost absorbed by himself. Slowly opened his eyes, but his fist did not stop. Sure enough, the surrounding liquid had become almost clear and transparent, and his physical strength had been greatly improved again. Absorbing the last trace of medicine, Gan Ping's arms vibrate, and the already unbearable jade jar broke into several pieces. With a long roar, Gan Ping finally survived this painful level!