However, when he found that the connection with the Tianshui Totem was cut off and unable to contact him, he was completely desperate.

Grandma's, you're going to die anyway, so if you don't drink so many good things, it's nothing. Just treat it as a feast before you die.

Ding Ning's skin turned red all over, like a cooked prawn. He opened his mouth and poured the medicine into his stomach without caring about the liquid scalding his mouth.

"Sister Mermaid, please save my brother quickly."

In the totem space, Ding Luoxue woke up and nervously held the mermaid's hand and begged.

"His body is too weak, not even comparable to the children of our Witch Clan, and unable to accept the inheritance of the Witch God. This is to help him refine his body. Whether he can survive it depends on his perseverance. I will also help him."

Can't reach him."

The mermaid kept blowing bubbles and communicating with her spiritual power.

"Brother, will he be fine if he drinks those potions?"

Ding Luoxue looked at Ding Ning, who was swallowing the medicine, with a worried face.

"I just want him to drink the medicine to survive. If he doesn't drink it, he will be refined to death. Only when the power of the medicine spreads throughout his limbs and bones can he strengthen his body."

The huge black tail of the mermaid swayed restlessly, wandering around in the bubble space, blowing small bubbles from its mouth, and said with a hint of appreciation in its eyes.

As soon as the medicinal liquid entered his mouth, Ding Ning felt a majestic medicinal power, rushing into his body with an unstoppable force, rushing uncontrollably through his meridians, constantly tearing his meridians and flesh and blood.

The pain that felt like being cut into pieces by a thousand knives made him convulse all over, and he wanted to faint immediately, but he couldn't faint, so he could only stay awake and experience the torture of cutting flesh with a blunt knife.

He wanted to yell but couldn't, wanted to faint but couldn't, and even wanted to die but couldn't. Ding Ning only had the right to cry.

But as soon as he squeezed out his tears, he realized that his vision went dark, and the huge medicinal power rushed directly into his eyes, making his eyes feel like needles pricking him. He subconsciously clenched his fists in pain.

He shook his head desperately, trying to relieve the pain in his eyes, but then his eardrums seemed to have been pierced by a needle, and he opened his mouth in pain and wanted to yell.

But when he opened his mouth, more liquid surged forward, rushing into his body and destroying everything it could in a wanton and crazy manner.

Eyes, mouth, nose, teeth, ears, tongue, throat, blood, flesh, bones, meridians, pancreas...

Immediately, his internal organs were torn apart one by one by the violent power of the medicine. Ding Ning's blood spurted out like it was free, mixed with the medicine, and then followed his mouth into his body, allowing him to truly experience it.

What does it mean to live but not to die?

Ding Luoxue looked at Ding Ning, who was covered in blood, with tears streaming down her face, but she knew that even the fish-man couldn't help him now, and he could only rely on himself for everything.

The liquid medicine has dropped by half, and Ding Ning lies quietly at the bottom of the cauldron like a dead man, enduring the most cruel torture in the world. It's not that he doesn't want to struggle, but he can't even move a finger at the moment.

, he could only let the blood continuously spurt out and melt into the medicinal liquid, and then enter his body with the medicinal liquid... then flow out with the blood... and then swallow it back with the medicinal liquid... the cycle goes back and forth, and it goes back and forth.

It hurts, there is no place that does not hurt all over his body, inside and outside. Even his mutated hard bones are broken inch by inch under the violent force of the medicine. He feels like he is being torn apart and crushed bit by bit.

The rag doll had no room for resistance and could only watch indifferently, waiting for the judgment of fate. This feeling of powerlessness was so similar to that of watching Xuan Ji die before, and it filled his heart with gushing anger and depression.

"Boom boom..."

The nine fire-breathing faucets descended as the level of the liquid medicine dropped, and a high temperature that was enough to melt fine steel finally sprayed on the barely surviving Ding Ning.

Ding Ning, who was almost numb from the pain, looked at the scorching flames sprayed out by the nine ferocious dragon heads, but a look of relief appeared in his eyes. At this moment, he finally realized why Xuan Ji wanted to die. This was not the case at all.

A sin that one can bear.

Soon, it will be vaporized, right? It’s finally over.

Ding Ning's spirit had begun to fall into a trance, and double images appeared in front of his eyes. The scorching heat continued to evaporate the liquid medicine and his body, allowing him to face death calmly.

At this moment, a stream of clarity flowed through his mind, instantly clearing his muddled thoughts.

Just when he was about to yell, "What the hell is this? Can't you just let me go in peace?", a mantra turned into golden characters and printed into his mind.

"Barbarian Military Style Technique"?

Ding Ning suddenly realized that Chi You was trying to refine him as a weapon.

He wanted to cry so much and roared crazily in his heart, Boss Chi You, you have turned yourself into a monster. You don't want to turn a handsome, charming and suave junior like me into a monster too, right?

But between death and monsters, Ding Ning chose monsters very spinelessly. Wasn't it just to refine himself into a weapon?

My point is, it’s better to live than die. It’s just that my beauties will probably never want to have sex with a monster like me in the future. I feel so sad.

With a sad face, Ding Ning silently recited the formula of "Wild Soldiers' Body Art". A strange force flowed through his body. The violent medicinal power immediately turned into a docile little sheep when it came into contact with that force.

The broken bones began to reorganize, the broken internal organs began to heal, the broken meridians began to repair, and the rotten flesh and blood began to repair...

The nine dragon heads were still spraying flames, and the scorching high temperature continued to burn Ding Ning's body, roasting his whole body and turning the impurities cleansed out by the medicine into nothing.

Ding Ning was focused on nothing else and kept running the "Wild Soldiers' Body Art", completely ignoring the pain of repairing his body and being burned by high temperatures.

After experiencing the inhuman pain just now, the pain he felt now was just child's play and was completely within his tolerance.

The power of the medicine continued to circulate along with the "Barbarian Soldier Body Art", washing every piece of flesh and blood on his body. Impurities were constantly being washed out, and then evaporated by the high temperature caused by Kowloon.

The pain gradually faded away, replaced by the itching caused by the repair of injuries all over the body. Ding Ning trembled all over. This itching was simply more unbearable than the previous pain.

Holding Yuan Shouyi in his arms, he calmed down and concentrated. He forced himself to focus all his attention on the operation of "Wild Soldiers' Body Art" and not think about the itch coming from his bones.

I don't know how long it took, but Jiulong finally stopped spitting out flames. Ding Ning felt that the itching sensation faded away like a tide, and an unprecedented sense of power filled every cell in his body.

"ah!"

Ding Ning suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes erupted with a dazzling light that was more than three feet long.

It was so comfortable, so refreshing, and so powerful that Ding Ning stood up and couldn't help but let out a long roar to express his feelings, but he still couldn't suppress the feeling of power that was about to move in his body.

His energy was so high that he jumped into the air and punched the lid of the cauldron hard.

There was a "bang" sound, and this time the Ding Gai could no longer contain him, and he was blasted into the sky by a punch.

"He dares to use me as a weapon. Now that I have achieved great success, I must teach you a lesson."

Ding Ning pinched his waist, stood on the edge of the mouth of the Nine Dragon Cauldron, and shouted arrogantly at the eighteen stone sculptures.

The sudden increase in strength made his confidence also expand. He felt that he could knock the stone sculpture away with one punch now.

Aren't they just eighteen stone sculptures? Although he now knew that these stone sculptures had good intentions, he felt unhappy and had to find this place.

At the foot of the cauldron, Ding Ning rushed towards the nearest stone sculpture aggressively. He had to beat the shit out of this stone sculpture. You want me to be used as a weapon to refine, huh!

then……

Ten minutes later, Ding Ning was holding his head with a bruised nose and face, curled up and squatting in front of the Nine Dragon Cauldron, being beaten by a group of eighteen stone sculptures.

The one-sided gang fight finally ended, and the stone carvings acted as if nothing had happened, and everyone went back to pretending to be clay Buddhas.

Ding Ning cried sadly, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and nose, trembling all over, pointed at the stone sculpture, and roared with grief and anger: "You are shameless, you actually play in a group fight, you can't beat me to death, you bully others."

Unfortunately, none of the stone carvings paid attention to him, which made Ding Ning feel very tired.

He never expected that after his strength surged, he confidently challenged the stone sculpture and actually had the upper hand at first, smashing a stone sculpture into pieces with three punches.

This greatly increased his confidence. He felt that one stone sculpture was not enough, so he challenged three stone sculptures at the same time. However, after he struggled to smash three stone sculptures and continued to challenge other stone sculptures, he discovered that the stone sculptures he had smashed before did not know anything.

Time returned to the same state as before, and now he was better. Seven stone sculptures attacked him at the same time, putting him at a disadvantage.

But even so, he could barely hold on, but as the scope of the battle became larger and larger, it finally affected other stone sculptures, resulting in a scene where he was beaten by a group of eighteen stone sculptures.

If it was just like this, he could use his speed to kill these guys in turn, but these perverted stone sculptures also have their own resurrection skills. If they fight for eternity, he will not win. So after he recognized the reality, he simply held his head and took the beating.

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Although he didn't succeed in revenge, which made him feel aggrieved, he could really feel the power of his body. The previous stone sculpture could kill him with one punch.

But now that the stone sculpture hits him, it only hurts a little, which shows how strong his physical body is, and it is absolutely different from before.

What excites him most is that he has not turned into a monster and can still do what he likes with his beloved beauties.

"Hmph, I'm in a good mood and I don't care about you. Sooner or later, I will smash you all to pieces so that you can't even be resurrected."

Ding Ning said with a look of annoyance.

He clenched his fist hard, and there was a sound of the air being squeezed. Ding Ning felt the strong strength of his body and smiled with satisfaction. The previous hardship was not in vain.

But as an inexplicable message came to his mind and an article "Wild Body Refining Technique" was passed on, Ding Ning felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on him. His face immediately fell, and he became even more bitter than a bitter melon.

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The message told him that the "Barbarian Soldier Body Art" was divided into nine levels. He had now reached the first level after tempering his body for the first time, and his physical strength had reached the physical strength of an underage warrior of the Wu clan. The second level

Only when you enter the next level of the Witch God Palace can you continue to practice.

The physical strength of underage fighters? The physical strength of underage fighters? The physical strength of underage fighters?

This sentence echoed repeatedly in Ding Ning's mind, and he wanted to hide his face and cry bitterly. Such a powerful body is actually the physical strength of an underage warrior of the Wu clan. Can I say MMP?
Chapter completed!