Lost Xiaonanzhou Group

Chapter 142
The surface layer of the skin was deformed after being strongly rubbed and squeezed by the silver-white metal-colored rock, and it was so hot that it could smoke.

The whole body is more like a powder keg that has been ignited, flammable and explosive.

Fortunately, Han Yuan had already tasted this kind of taste when he soaked his body in the eyes of the devil for cultivation.

No wonder the inheritance of spirit-seeking rats has been assigned to practice in the eyes of devils from generation to generation.

"I see!"

Han Yuan took a break from his busy schedule and spit secretly.

Afterwards, he used the method of evolution through transformation of the original void to balance the weird "stress" that seems to be imposed on the body, hair and skin from all directions.

In the face of sudden changes in the outside world, ordinary people are too "constrained", and once warriors intervene in an emergency, they are better than "responsiveness".

In fact, these two are both ways of nature, but the attributes of people at different stages have changed.

Faced with such a weird rock mass oppression with "memory" attributes, Han Yuan naturally disdained to adopt the "bone shrinkage" technique of ordinary people, that is, the rigid state of warriors below the third level of martial arts.

For warriors above the seventh level, in the face of drastic changes in his environment, there is a general law called "response" corresponding to the cultivation of the physical body.

Adapt to endogenous stress, break through the limit of human physical structure, so as to produce corresponding changes and achieve the survival of the fittest.

Various forces and factions in the world are related to the inheritance of high-level warriors and above. The innate endowments of the practitioners are different. In response to the stress imposed on the body by the outside world, it can be said that each has its own "response" method.

But according to the words of Moyun Golden Wing Ou Peng, who is ranked in the serial number Disha 72 of Fumo Temple:

Physical cultivation below the seventh level of the Martial Master Realm is a path of "alienation", no matter how one responds.

Han Yuan gritted his teeth, he could only accept the spirit-seeking mouse, which he called "perverted" inheritance.

It is not wrong to say that it is abnormal.

Because of the high-level warriors and above in the world, as long as the martial artist who regards "body training as the most respected" is the most perverted body training, they usually pursue the magical method of changing from "true body" to "dharma body", from small to large, so that The "strength" of the physical body that they are proud of at the same level can be mixed with explosive series growth, adding a force boost in battle.

The spirit-seeking mouse's way involves the inheritance of changing supernatural powers, which is just the opposite.

"Damn it! How did I remember to accept this inheritance. No matter how old the cunt, the spirit-seeking mouse is still a mouse. As the saying goes: cowardly as a mouse. How can its inheritance be a good thing!"

Han Yuan continued to gnash his teeth, but he had completely boarded the thief ship inherited from the Spirit-seeking Mouse. He could only explore the magic method to achieve "smaller" physical body according to the inheritance presets, so as to escape the cramped predicament.

It's a pity that Han Yuan didn't know that if the Cen Hushi brother he admired who can switch between real bodies in a pseudo-real state was here, he would definitely be extremely envious of Han Yuan's luck.

Because in Cen Hushi's cognition: in the long journey of a person's cultivation to possess a transformation supernatural power, "getting smaller" and "growing larger", these two seemingly similar transformation supernatural powers, are not a series at all. difficulty of training.

Twelve hours later, Han Yuan passed the first hurdle of the inheritance of the spirit-seeking mouse's transformation supernatural power exhausted both physically and mentally.

Behind the pass is a ten-year-old altar, with a funnel-like recess on the left, and a finger-thick rock crevice at the top.

The grooves are filled with black ling millet, stacked in layers.Judging by the color, most of them have been rotten like dirt, and I don't know how many years they have existed. Only the three ling millet on the top are still fresh, as if they were thrown here not long ago.

Although he wanted to understand why this was the case, Han Yuan did not want to take the Ling millet in the groove easily because of caution.

While meditating, Han Yuan took meat from his luggage to make up for the shortfall.

After his stomach was full and his mind settled, he carefully examined the many carvings on the rock wall behind the altar.

He took out the marching book, first marked the time, and compared the "time position" before and after he entered the inheritance.

After counting the time, Han Yuan couldn't help laughing and said:
"I didn't expect that I'm really good. It's not difficult to shrink the supernatural power in the first level! I'm talking about it, but the difficulty factor is like an ordinary person's bone shrinking skill. I despise you! "

Even though he said so, Han Yuan still closed his eyes and pondered over the many details of his escape just now, summarizing the gains and losses in the process.

As expected, he drank the imitation sound again and broke the barrier behind the altar.

Unexpectedly, this time, he was almost caught dead by the unexpected "narrowness".

"Damn it, I used to beat... geese... but... got pecked..."

Han Yuan's mouth was crooked, his eyes were crooked, and he finally struggled to hit a crooked melon-cracking jujube-level chip in exchange for a little looseness. He hurriedly used a clever idea to continue cooling down with the chip balance.

Obviously, Han Yuan miscalculated the size preset for the seventh-level spirit-seeking mouse last time.

He thought it was just a mouse the size of an ordinary person, but in fact, it was a big guy comparable to a megalodon.

After panting for less than three breaths, the silver-white metallic rock mass will return to its original state according to a certain memory preset.

Han Yuan really didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately used the method of hollow change through evolution to form a buffer, and then changed the trend according to the stress imposed on the body.

At the same time, he amplified his soul power and continued to use his extraordinary perception at the microscopic level to comprehend the entanglement and changes of the densely distributed diamond-shaped and dense loofah-shaped dark lines in the silver-white metallic rock body.

The realm of warriors corresponds to one's practice, such as laying a foundation, it must be compacted with a hammer.

For a martial artist like Han Yuan who can participate in the Catacomb Warrior Trials, his physical body cultivation level is already dense and tough, and it is extremely difficult to advance an inch.

What's more, it is even more difficult for the top warriors who rank first in the ancient warrior trials to advance their physical bodies.Therefore, the ancient warriors tried to be ranked first-class warriors, entered the Temple of Enlightenment, walked through the tunnel with the big axe, and cut mortals 26. This is called a great opportunity for warriors to climb their own peak limit in the world.Even at the level of Tenzin Ciji and Qiongyao Nayan, it is necessary to rely on the method of tunneling to condense their pseudo-cultivation real state and alienated physical body.

It can be seen from this that once one is included in the ranks of the top fighters in the world, it is very difficult to shrink his body that has been tempered and tempered in multiples.

Han Yuan naturally understood this truth. Originally, his original intention was to use the extremely "perverted" inheritance of the spirit-seeking mouse to polish his body.

I don't know how much time it took, Han Yuan survived another difficult round of rock mass preset memory.

Using a clever idea, he repeated the law in exchange for a gap.

Han Yuan was quick-witted and wiped the "Dongzhen Body Refining Potion" all over his body.

The sharp stabbing pain was accompanied by the hot oppression of the silver-white metallic rock mass.In an instant, the pain penetrated into the bone marrow.Even at a certain moment, even his mind was a little confused.

Kara...

The sound of brittle bones shattering can be heard endlessly.The truth is dense blood-red dark streaks like loofah pulp, which began to grow from the depths of the bone marrow.

As many as [-] kinds of muscles all over the body gathered together to exert force, as if the pain had taken root in the root of the hair follicle, and even the pupils dilated and shrunk like awns in an instant.

I don't know how long it has passed, it seems to have gone through a reincarnation.

This is the second time in Han Yuan's life that he has forgotten the time.

When he raised his head and looked up, the cave wall originally leaked light like the sand between his fingers, which suddenly magnified like a meteor falling to the ground.

He didn't know how long he stared blankly, until the long-lost warmth, like the morning sun after the ice breaks in spring, the first ray of sunshine shining on his shoulders, gradually became alive.

Until now, Han Yuanfang felt that he had returned to his human body.

call-

Han Yuan sat on the altar behind the gate, and exhaled a hundred breaths of "Qi".

The air thread is like silk, as long as ten feet, and the body and spirit are lingering.

Just now, he practiced the supernatural power of transformation, and before he knew it, Han Yuan used up the ten clever ideas he had saved.

As usual, after regaining consciousness, Han Yuan quickly took meat food and water to make up the deficiency in his body, but still felt that there was still insufficient, he took five grains of millet and chewed and swallowed them.

After three hours in meditation, Han Yuan opened his eyes.He took the marching book from the bag to time the time, this time he hesitated a little, and wrote down the word "51" in the marching book.

Han Yuan shook his head dissatisfied and continued to break through.

When he used the simulated sound to break through the barrier, the subsequent inheritance of the spirit mouse didn't send him directly into the rock wall.

Seeing the three unknown rat holes slanting upwards in front of him, Rao Han Yuan checked three breaths patiently, but couldn't help but curse:
"roll!"

(End of this chapter)