I can get stronger by picking up

Chapter 608 Masochistic Practice
Concentrate on your soul.

It took three days and three nights to restore his energy to the peak, and Wang Teng leaped up to stand on the ground in high spirits.

Looking at the tattered clothes on his body, with a slight movement in his mind, he saw the sound of some rags on his body. The clothes that were attached to them began to shrink rapidly, and finally formed a pair of shorts to wear on his body, and there were no other decorations. .

Looking down at his plump muscles, Wang Teng admired them a little narcissistically. Every muscle looked extremely explosive, but smooth and smooth. The whole person presented a perfect golden ratio of great beauty.

Such a body has the power to destroy the stars and extinguish the sun.

The question of the word "lifting the mountain and lifting the tripod" feels like insulting him.

After brewing for a long time, Wang Teng couldn't help jumping up and down looking at the area like a sea of ​​thunder in front of him.

It was really too painful. The pain from the thunder bombardment on his body and nerves was only a level weaker than the previous curse.

Thinking of this, Wang Teng couldn't help grinning, Ma De himself was going further and further down the road of self-torture.

But a rare good opportunity, the world can stimulate and oppress him from the outside world to improve his strength. Looking at the entire universe, I am afraid that there are not many.

After Wang Tengchang took a deep breath, he once again plunged into the world of thunder filled with endless rage.

Five minutes later, Wang Teng, who was almost charred all over, stumbled and fell out of the thunder pond again.

It took a whole half a day for the coke on his body surface to quickly fall off, revealing the newly grown tender skin.

Wang Teng gasped heavily, staring fixedly at the Brass Palace three kilometers away in front of him.

If every time he took a step, Thunderbolt's bombardment power increased to a higher level, and he would have to spend a lot of time here?

Calculating in his heart, Wang Teng found helplessly that he might need to stay here for at least three years to reach the main gate of the Brass Hall.

He propped himself up, and after recovering himself, he condensed his energy and energy to the peak again. Under the combination of the three major treasures of strength, aura, and divine will, more than 100 acupuncture points all over his body continued to light up faintly.

Shen Shen Dao King Vine is still practicing diligently. If he wants to improve his standing in a short period of time, then he can only develop horizontally, and Shen Shen Dao is an excellent way.

After adjusting his own state, this time, Wang Teng once again plunged into the sea of ​​thunder with the golden cudgel on his shoulders.

Fifteen minutes later, Wang Teng walked out of the sea of ​​thunder dragging his golden cudgel covered in cracks.

Then it took three days to adjust his state to the peak, and then plunged headlong into this sea of ​​thunder.

Such a cycle goes on and on, Wang Teng can't remember how many times he has been in it. This kind of high-frequency torture practice can completely make his consciousness a little blurred and pure.

At this moment, the distracting thoughts in his mind are gone, all thoughts seem to have completely disappeared, and his mind is empty, leaving only such a mechanical form of practice.

This state was quite strange, every time the thunder that fell from the sky hit his Baihui directly.

The hard head instantly disintegrated these thunderbolts, and the more refined thunderbolts directly penetrated into Wang Teng's sea of ​​consciousness and bombarded his soul.

His thoughts were obliterated by the thunder, leaving only a little innocence.

Time passed by like running water, and I don't know how long it has passed. I only know that when Wang Teng walked to the gate of the Brass Hall and stopped, the light in his eyes was still a little dull.

Around him, hundreds of millions of thunderbolts seemed to be attracted by him, and all of them bombarded his body. Half of the thunderbolts that bombarded the Brass Palace were absorbed by Wang Teng in this way.

Hundreds of millions of thunderbolts were added to the body, and the terrifying force formed by the interweaving became thunder dragons raging. However, even so, Wang Teng still couldn't do anything about it.

Around him, there seemed to be only the sound of rolling thunder and roaring in the sky and earth, thunder dragons raging and roaring, and countless terrifying visions appeared.

A catastrophe comparable to the Nine Heavens' Punishment!
Wang Teng walked safely in it, constantly tempering, and under the masochistic practice, these thunders seemed to have no effect on him.

who am I?
Where am I?

What am I going to do?
Wang Teng raised his head in confusion, and stared fixedly at the Brass Hall in front of him. It took him a day and a night before he suddenly realized.

I...it seems to be Wang Teng, who came here to get something, this is Penglai Fairy Mountain!
"I am... Wang Teng!!"

Wang Teng murmured in a low voice, but in the end it was as if the sound of heaven shook the world, and the sound of the gods flowed down. The huge Penglai fairy mountain trembled, and the dark sky above was even shaken by this sound that could almost be called Taoism. churn endlessly.

It seems that the entire Penglai Fairy Mountain is responding accordingly.

When these pheromones flowed in Wang Teng's mind, those fragmented memories of being bombarded by thunder suddenly emerged and appeared in his mind.

Immediately, Wang Teng had a splitting headache and knelt on the ground covering his head in unbearable pain. In the end, the pain from the depths of his own soul made him hold his head, stood up abruptly, and then slammed his head hard. Go to the front door of the Brass Temple.

Boom! ! !
The sound of Hong Zhong and Da Lu suddenly burst out, and the entire space of Penglai Xianshan, the vegetation, mountains and rocks were violently oscillating endlessly, accompanied by Wang Teng roaring with a ferocious and hysterical voice.

"kill!!!"

The unimaginably pure martial arts spirit spread at this moment, and what it carried seemed to be a neutron star that had been accumulated for hundreds of millions of years and finally reached the end of its lifespan. Under the collapse of gravity, the entire star began to disintegrate, turning into Supernova explosion.

When the indescribable murderous intention erupted, the entire Penglai Xianshan changed.

The shadow below is just a lingering shadow in the ruins of the ruins, and it dare not show the slightest trace, and they all try their best to shrink their volume.

The old sword-wielding man standing in Baiyu Square below, when he felt this overbearing and overbearing killing intent that seemed to be able to kill all living beings, his motionless body finally moved.

The drooping head was slowly raised, and he looked sideways at the top of Penglai Mountain, looking at the world full of thunder, his eyes were still empty, and there was no emotion on his face.

And the old man hiding in the void had a gloomy expression, with a strange color flashing in his eyes, fixedly looking at the top of Penglai Mountain.

After a long time, he muttered in a low voice.

"Where did this damn human race come from?"

The moment the hammer hit the brass hall, except for the sound of the Hong Zhong Da Lu, it seemed that the whole world was silent, and even the thunder that fell from the nine heavens was silent.

Terrible killing intent enveloped the entire Penglai like a sky, and countless creatures were horrified and terrified.

(End of this chapter)