Hundred thousand …

Three hundred thousand …
Six hundred thousand …
Wang Gan unconsciously practiced sprinting towards the seven-level realm of practicing.
I don’t know when I was punished by thunder, but the spirit of the device in my pen suddenly floated out. It squatted aside and looked at Wang Gan with its fingers wrapped in it. The eyes gradually became radiant, and the fingers followed the strokes and painted places, and ink appeared. Soon it was learned properly.
Surprisingly, this instrument quickly surpassed Wang Gan’s, and the method he wrote became more and more spiritual, which could last for quite a long time and even reached the point where time was immortal.
It’s not surprising that the spirit is much higher than human’s talent for understanding heaven and earth, as if it were the darling of nature, and it could easily enter the state of perception.
Soon Wang Gan noticed what Qi Ling had done. Instead of stopping it, he kept his eyes on what it had written. His eyes gradually lit up. Because of empathy, he could easily get everything Qi Ling felt, so his brushwork improved rapidly and soon reached the same level.
One person and one spirit confirm each other’s perception that the speed of handwriting decay is getting slower and slower, and they completely forget everything in their perception of time.
As time goes by, Wang Gan’s method has made rapid progress, and there are handwriting written by other spirits everywhere. Even time can turn them into decay in three moments.
"Wen Wan’s classic is immortal, even if time destroys something of real value, it will be sung forever." Wang Gan sighed and made the last stroke.
He didn’t write any more because he had realized that time is immortal.
Time seems unwilling to be crushed. At this moment, all the purple lights are madly converging towards these four characters. It can be said that if they are washed away, they will disappear, and they can’t even fade by half.
Time flies, the world is immortal, and Wang Gan finally walked out of the hall with his back, and wrote the law of eternal decay by time!
At this moment, he also broke through the bottleneck. The true fire of Samadhi was once again ignited, and the temperature was rising. A boiling cyclone in the sea of air spewed out majestic qi, even though it filled the whole sea of air, it didn’t stop. Gradually, these qi were compressed so much that they condensed into tiny droplets and formed fog.
These fogs can crush along the meridians, but they soon fill all the meridians and acupoints, and the meridians are running like crazy. The pressure on the meridians is getting bigger and bigger, and finally they break through an obstacle and completely open the meridians leading to the spiritual orifices.
Wang Gan can clearly feel the swelling of the explosive body, and he suddenly realizes that it will be a test. If he can’t get through this bottleneck, he will end up with an explosive body and die.
Wang Gan’s breathing becomes rapid. Every time he breathes out, the true qi of fog will be discharged from his pores, releasing pressure. Every breath, there are also several fogs spewing out of the cyclone, which increases the pressure.
In this process, his body has also undergone tremendous changes, becoming more flexible and able to bear more strength.
This is an unbearable ordeal, and the fragile meridians must gradually adapt to this pressure, so that they will not be broken with a little luck. If there is not a precious tree root secreting mucus to supplement the damaged meridians, the situation may deteriorate at any time.
Damage repair damage repair … This process continues over and over again, and gradually the meridian walls become tough and pressure-resistant. Every acupoint seems to be like a heart pump pressing the Qi body to rotate at a high speed, as if the whole person has turned into a big cyclone, and the Qi Sea is the center of this cyclone.
At the same time, because the spirit is full of high pressure, Wang Gan Yuan Shen is squeezed into a ball as if it is pregnant with some kind of transformation.
Finally, when the body pressure gradually tends to balance, the qi in the Qi-Sea meridians calms down, which means that he has reached the seventh level of practicing Qi-
True qi and fog realm!
As the name implies, turning the true qi into fog is to condense the true qi to the extreme and turn it into a gas-soluble state. This is a huge breakthrough. If the original blow has a force of 10,000 Jin, then it can now hit 100,000 Jin, which is ten times higher.
Wang Gan, however, is different from him. His background is ten times higher than that of the monks of the same order. There are 990,000 groups of cyclone light acupuncture points, which occupy four-fifths of the body weight, reaching 100,000 Jin, plus the increase of 365′ air pumps’ that work at the same time and can hit 3.65 million Jin with one punch.
What is this concept? Even the monks in the practice layer can hit a maximum of one million Jin of hard work, but it is more than three times higher than that. If you throw spells and other means of attack, even if you encounter three monks in the practice layer, you will have a dead end.
And that’s not all. When the friar reaches the seven layers of true qi, he can use the body pressure to oppress the surrounding gas and imprison everything. Yang Qing used this method to deal with Wang Gan. If he didn’t know whale sucking, he would swallow all the oppressed true qi or escape by root.
Wang Gan felt the sudden rise of the air-sea pressure as soon as he operated the qi slightly. He reached out a recruit and there were several misty qi spewing out of the body, which compressed the surrounding gas to the extreme and condensed all these time fragments into a bright and dazzling light spot.
If this skill is not achieved by practicing the seven-layer root method.
"Bauhinia was swallowed by me, and the time was also reduced by me. Even if I repaired it, I would increase my strength by one hundred times. If I see the ghost king, I will kill him. "Wang Gan reached out and boldly grasped this light spot.
He could still see the fragments of the middle time, and he suddenly noticed that the surface of these fragments was no longer pure purple light, as if there were still some images hidden.
Wang Ganlue hesitated and took out a wisp of consciousness and put it into time-
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The 40th chapter with childish love kill the quartet (a)
In time-
"Little dry this cat is too poor, but grandpa must not let me raise you to help me take care of it, okay?" Lotus’s nose was red with cold and her eyes were pitiful. A white wild cat curled up in her arms and purred.
"Keep it yourself. Wild cats bite. What a nuisance."
Bang, the time is fragmented and shattered. Wang Gan consciously reaches for it, but it is the hidden mirror flower that passes by. Time can remember but change.
"Send me honey every day to eat. Will you marry me when you gain weight in the future?" Lotus son muttered, poked his fingers at the dimples, made a lovely move, and there was a trace of expectation in his eyes.
"Who wants to marry you? In the future, I will find a wife as beautiful as a fairy!"
Bang, the fragments of time shattered again. When I heard myself say this when I was a child, Wang Gan felt a strange bitterness in his heart.
"What should I do if Grandpa Xiaogan falls ill and looks uncomfortable?" Lotus son’s eyes are full of tears and her face is red with tears.
"Ha-ha, Lianer, you lied to me when I partnered with Grandpa!"
Bang, Wang Gan’s eyes are wet.