Finally, Mo Bei was in a tragedy. The severe pain in his body was long and it was too painful. His legs and feet kept trembling, and some blood gradually grew from his pores.

In this way, his entire skin was covered with a faint layer of blood mist.

The bones were shining, the thick tendons and veins were shining, and the body became even more sore.

"If this monk treats me like this, I am not afraid of using too much force and killing me!"

Mo Bei gritted his teeth, and a wisp of blood was stained in the gap between his teeth. His spine was always bent and was slowly pressing down.

The situation changed too quickly at this time. As the huge rock pressed down inch by inch, his body lowered even lower.

Blood and sweat were mixed, and sweat like a waterfall dripped from his cheeks. The sweat was blood-red, with a heavy bloody smell.

"Grandma, I can't hold on any longer."

Mo Bei was panicked. The stone was too heavy and he could not move and could only stand in place.

His scalp was numb, so he needed to tighten his teeth and used all his strength to pour into his arms.

The arms were trembling desperately, and the bones were cramped. Mo Bei endured the pain and resisted it.

"You have to calm down. This practice can only depend on yourself, and that's all."

He controlled his breathing and his abdomen was shining.

"Swish"

A faint light flashed on the dim ring. Mo Bei's eyes flashed and he came to the dark hole.

Mo Bei was gasping heavily. In his soul state, he felt a huge force of gravity, pressing his soul down to the ground.

"Damn, you can't escape the state of your soul. Your uncle really wants to force me to death!"

Mo Bei shouted, his whole soul was in pain, and an invisible force was always playing.

"rustle"

He slowly climbed up, and his whole body felt severe soreness.

After finally standing up, Mo Bei gasped heavily and slowly moved forward.

"Die monk, wait. When I see you later, I will scare you to death."

Mo Bei swears, dragging his huge body toward the light.

It was still the same small yard, with thin magic power steeping on the withered yellow lotus. I don’t know if he was dazzled, but suddenly the water at the root of the lotus increased and broke a little.

He walked desperately to the huge lotus and reached out to grab the tip of the leaf. The leaf was too big. Mo Bei slowly climbed, and the whole leaf slowly drooped.

"Squeak"

He shook and took a lot of time to climb up the lotus leaf. The huge leaf fell to the ground, but fortunately it did not break.

"It's as solid as imagined."

Another test, Mo Beixin was shocked by Peng Lian’s magicality.

On the huge leaves, Mo Bei retreated inch by inch, and with his pace, the lotus leaves slowly rose from the ground.

Until he retreated to the root of the lotus leaf, the lotus leaf returned to its original appearance.

Mo Bei looked quietly and saw that this was the root of the leaves. A striped road was bright green on it, and high leaf tendons were rolled upside down on both sides. Looking like this, Mo Bei seemed to have arrived at a huge gap.

“It’s amazing.”

Mo Bei exclaimed, then sat down step by step.

He closed his eyes and saw a series of body refining pictures flashing through his mind.

What he thought was very simple, which was to re-cultivate the body tempering skill under gravity, and start from the fundamental way to deal with it.

"Wow"

In his soul state, he raised his arms with difficulty and posed in a five-hearted manner. His whole body seemed to contain huge energy.

"Sizi"

As Mo Bei practiced, his body was always shining with luster. A huge energy revived from his body. Ancient and vigorous tendons seemed to penetrate the long river of time, climbing from the turbulent stream.

"rumble"

His body shook, and as the first body quenching diagram was practiced, the pressure on his body was relieved.

“It works.”

Seeing that the pressure was relieved a little, Mo Bei was shocked and fell into crazy practice.

"Bobo..."

After practicing the body quenching diagram, the body becomes harder, the bones are thicker, and even the back is covered with bright silver light, like a scorching holy sword.

That was so terrible. Under gravity, Mo Bei's potential was discovered again.

At this moment, blood-colored patterns gradually emerged on the outside body, and the space around him gradually became colder.

"What's going on?"

Mo Bei felt a kind of cold that came from the soul. In just a moment, the cold disappeared again.

It was a familiar coolness, and Mo Bei deeply realized it.

"Maybe the reason why I practice the Body Tempering Strategy so quickly is because of the rune!"

Mo Bei shook his head and sighed. He had not figured out the power of the rune yet. Even the power that Mu Tianxuan longed for was naturally extremely powerful.

The blood-colored runes only appear slightly on the body, the characters are stiff and cold, and they lose their original agility and flash in a flash.

As the rune manifested, the power of his body took off again, and the violent true power spread, with a hint of heat.

In the sky, the sun was rising. In the bamboo forest, Mo Bei closed his eyes and carried a huge stone. The only difference was that there was no trace of sweat on his forehead and body.

That was so terrible. Mo Bei had obviously controlled such force in just a short time.

It was noon, Mo Bei's eyebrows trembled, and his eyes slowly opened in a state of fatigue.

"What a fucking thriller."

Mo Bei exhaled a breath expressionlessly and looked at the horizon comfortably. Although he was carrying a huge rock behind him, he raised his feet and tried it, feeling extremely relaxed.

On the other side, in the dilapidated monastery, the fat monk took a sip of soju and squinted his eyes to look at the sky.

"It's almost done, don't go too far. With that guy's stubbornness, it's okay to grind it for a while."

The fat monk was vague and reached out to tear the golden chicken legs on the table, his mouth full of oil.

"It's so delicious. This roast chicken is delicious. I really want to eat another one."

He stared at the other complete roast chicken greedily, and Hadazi flowed all over the floor beside his mouth.

"That guy will definitely not finish eating such a fat chicken, so why not eat a little more."

The fat monk's eyes were greedy and struggled for a while, swallowing his saliva desperately, and sniffing the scent of roast chicken at the tip of his nose.

"It's shameful, I don't care, hehe, eat a little more."

After a while, he was no longer worried. After swallowing hard, he pulled off a chicken leg from another roast chicken.

Delicious, sweet, soft, and the fat monk was satisfied after a long time. He pulled out the gourd plug and took another sip of strong wine.

He burped, stood up and wrapped the roast chicken on the table, turned around, and his fat belly was trembling constantly.

"I should have suffered a lot. I will wait a few days to endure his patience and teach him some of his specialties."

The fat monk thought to himself.

(End of this chapter)
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