"Space force quenching body?"

Lu Qingchen was stunned,

"Old Huang, what you mean is to let me use those space cracks..."

Lu Qingchen asked with a numb scalp, as he seemed to understand what Lao Huang meant.

"Otherwise, the path of cultivation will be very painful. You are in a very poor state now. The broken meridians and blood stasis are all accumulated in your body. You need to use the power of space to clean up the garbage."

Old Huang couldn't help but snorted when he heard this.

"Don't think that taking some heavenly treasures can repair meridians and restore cultivation. Let me tell you that the remaining power of the heavenly way in your body can only be cleared in this way.

Otherwise, the meridians will never be successfully repaired unless a great emperor or saint of the world personally helps you clear the power of the heavenly way in your body, but this is simply impossible.

Not to mention that there has not been a great emperor for many years, even the Saint of Heavenly Dao has not yet appeared in this era. The highest cultivation level of today is probably the only human emperor. Perhaps it is the peak of the ancient master, or it may have reached the quasi-emperor realm."

"So, boy, cherish this opportunity!"

After saying this, Lao Huang stopped talking and let Lu Qingchen ask anything but said nothing.

"It's amazing. It will take at least half an hour to reach Tianyuan. The power of space is used to quench the body for half an hour?"

After shouting for a few consecutive times, Lu Qingchen finally gave up. He knew Lao Huang's personality very well, and once he decided on something, it would be impossible to change it.

"Forget it, just space body quenching. Since Lao Huang said that, I shouldn't die. Let it go to fate..."

Feeling the constant pain coming from the surface of the body, Lu Qingchen no longer struggled, but instead began to temper his body by running the scriptures.

"Che——"

A blood flower suddenly exploded, and the dark crack in the space splitted Lu Qingchen's body like a sharp blade, and golden blood flowed from the wound.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

Lu Qingchen's expression remained unchanged. He knew that the real body tempering had not begun yet, and this was just an appetizer before the meal.

Chi, chi!

Two more golden blood flowers exploded, and two wounds were added to Lu Qingchen's arms, and one of them had blood-black substances constantly flowing out.

Lu Qingchen glanced at the wound and knew that it was blood stasis accumulated in his body. The reason why Lao Huang asked him to temper his body was to use the power of space to remove all the dirt in his body without leaving a trace of impurities.

As time passed, Lu Qingchen fell faster and faster, and more and more space cracks were created around his body. The wound on his body increased at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon became a bloody man.

But Lu Qingchen's expression still did not change at all, and the pain seemed to not exist on him. He always maintained the operation of the body refining scriptures, so that the effect of the power of space tempering body was maximized.

The golden blood flowers continued to explode, and Lu Qingchen's entire body couldn't help but tremble. His body was red, and blood-black sweat beads kept seeping out of his pores, and finally evaporated by the high temperature.

"What about the dragon ball I got before, take it."

Just as Lu Qingchen gritted his teeth and forcibly endured this pain, Old Huang's calm voice sounded.

Lu Qingchen nodded, took out a round golden bead from the storage ring, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then began to refine it directly.

Drops of golden liquid were swallowed into Lu Qingchen's belly. These golden liquids were all from Dragon Balls. Each drop contained a certain amount of immortal substance. If it was auctioned outside, it would definitely be sold at a sky-high price.

At this moment, every drop of golden liquid that could be sold at a sky-high price in the outside world, but it poured into Lu Qingchen's mouth like a spirit stone. Lu Qingchen, who seemed to be aware of it, gradually became golden.

After swallowing about a hundred drops of golden liquid, Lu Qingchen looked at the dragon ball in his hand again, but found that the golden bead, the size of a fist, had turned into a white bead that was only the size of a longan.

"What are you still hesitating about? After swallowing it, you have a high probability of understanding the unique skills of a dragon clan."

When Lu Qingchen heard this, he didn't hesitate anymore and swallowed the white bead the size of a longan in one bite.

A huge wave of vitality quickly spread from Lu Qingchen's body to his limbs and bones. These golden liquids played a role. Lu Qingchen slowly closed his eyes, and a real dragon phantom slowly condensed into shape in his mind.

Without any defense, Lu Qingchen allowed the space cracks as sharp as blades to split his skin, but unlike just now, no skin has been cut, and the huge vitality in his body will be automatically repaired.

It is precisely because of this that Lu Qingchen can feel at ease in his own world and carefully understand the magical powers of the dragon clan contained in this dragon ball.

Spiritual consciousness in China.

A golden dragon was dancing in its claws, but its originally thick dragon body seemed extremely agile when it moved. Around him, a villain condensed by mental power was staring at him tightly.

Not only that, around this little man, there are several other war souls condensed by mental power, but their form is not human form, but similar to swords, mirrors, divine birds, etc.

At this moment, these strange-shaped war souls were also staring at the golden dragon, fearing that they had missed something.

The golden dragon winds and circles, swallowing clouds and fog above Lu Qingchen's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, and spreading clouds and rain. As his body continues to swim, the nine thick dragon claws under his belly begin to waving regularly.

Time is still passing by. In the outside world, Lu Qingchen's entire right arm has completely transformed. With one breath and one breath, the sharp scales as sharp as blades are opened and closed, and the muscles under the golden dragon scales are rising and falling like flowing water.

At the front end of Longhua's right arm, there were several sharp claws shining with cold light. Each of these sharp claws was half a meter long, and looked as sharp as a sharp knife.

As the divine dragon in the spiritual consciousness waved its sharp claws, Lu Qingchen also began to imitate. Although it looked extremely awkward, if you look closely, you will find that the position of the dragon claws falling each time has a special pattern.

As time passes by bit by bit, Lu Qingchen is still immersed in the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness and cannot extricate himself.
Chapter completed!