suck!

With the long breathing sound, Yang Yu's entire body was shining with light, and the 84,000 pores around his body seemed to have crystal flowing light rolling, wanting to flow, but he was bound inside.

The two human Yuan elixirs donated by Yu Fengxian also melted in this process, turning into surging power, spreading towards the limbs and bones.

"The process of melting and casting of hundreds of classics is like laying the foundation stone. Martial arts in ancient and modern times often distance themselves from the same level at this level. What you have learned is a complex situation, which is a disadvantage, but it is also an advantage."

"Consolidate the foundation, your martial arts path will be broad and smooth..."

"You have the power to shake the earth, but you lack the body to lift the sky. Therefore, during the process of casting hundreds of classics, you must have a tendency towards horizontal practice..."

...

The voice of Taoist Zhenyan flashed through Yang Yu's mind.

Then, his mind settled down into the dantian. The slowly rotating Yin-Yang millstone trembled wildly under the rushing medicinal power of the Renyuan Great Pill.

The surging true energy washes the whole body.

The thunder inside and outside converges, and the true energy in the whole body is boiling and eroding. When Yang Yu split his mind, he saw that the progress bar of martial arts on the tripod wall was gradually fading.

The progress bar representing Yuanchu True Gang and Yuanmax True Body Art is shining brightly, and as various martial arts digested, it began to push and rise wildly.

First, second, third, fourth, fifth...

Until the progress bars of various martial arts disappeared, Yang Yu felt a roar in his mind, and the progress bar of Yuanchu Zhengang broke through the seventh grade!

It was not until this time that his mind became heavy, but hesitated to chase his mother's conscience.

This is the internal practice that he has practiced for the longest time.

Boom!

It was like a thunderbolt blew in my heart, Yang Yu's current state of mind was almost overwhelmed by the sudden severe pain.

At this moment, he felt that he was penetrated by millions of steel needles. A terrifying pain surged from all directions, and countless distracting thoughts arose, making him almost want to give up.

"What's the point of a slight pain?"

Yang Yu gritted his teeth and suffered the impact of the severe pain. Gradually, the pain became numb and his spirit became a little dazed.

I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly came back to his senses.

The chaos in the sea of ​​heart gradually became clear. In a trance, he seemed to see an endless mountain range, his mind was floating, and a strange and familiar fenced courtyard appeared.

"That's it?!"

An old woman was taking care of the flowers and plants, and seemed to feel something. She raised her head and a kind and violent smile flashed on her face:
Chapter completed!