Landed in the Floods 20,000 Years Ahead of Schedule

He looked at a splash of black matter, and stretched out his hand to pull the black matter into the gap.

After entering, the black substance was applied to Wang Shuo's body. He only felt a tightness in his chest, and his feet sank, as if every position was pressed against a star, and he couldn't breathe.

but……

At the moment when the pressure was lowered, he could feel that the [-]st nebula in his body began to loosen and gradually congeal...

This is, to break through! ! !

Chapter 095 Quasi-Saint (three more)

"Nebula... loose."

Wang Shuo sat cross-legged on the ground, already feeling that his body began to slowly strengthen under the oppression of black matter.

The muscles under the clothes have swelled up, and even after the blood line swells, it looks like the surface of a small snake.

Moreover, the stinging pain caused by the heavy pressure is also increasing little by little, from weak at first, gradually becoming more and more severe.

It's like thousands of needles are piercing your flesh and blood, and thousands of ants are eating your bones.

The piercing pain made Wang Shuo take a deep breath.

And the [-]st nebula in the body, under this powerful pressure, condensed bit by bit...

Turned into countless water droplets, gathered in the nebula!

But it was too little. Although the bottleneck had reached its limit, Wang Shuo still needed to break through.

He gathered the power of the stars all over his body in his dantian, hitting the acupuncture points again and again to speed up the breakthrough process.

Once, twice, three times... ten times... twenty times...

Boom~

There was a muffled sound of trembling eardrums in the body, Wang Shuo spurted a mouthful of blood, and the breath on his body gradually began to rise.

Like a river that opened a canal, rushing into the nebula of the acupoints...

There was also a layer of cyan luster on his body, sitting cross-legged on the ground, like the ancient Buddha under the blue lamp, revealing a trace of holiness.

The blood pressure in the early days of the Quasi-Saint also enveloped this central area at this moment.

Until Wang Shuo opened his eyes completely, the surrounding space trembled violently.

"Prove the Dao with strength! The early days of quasi-sage."

Wang Shuo could feel the inexhaustible power contained in his body, as if even the stars could explode with one punch.

"This kind of flesh can be called a pervert. No wonder Pangu could kill three thousand gods and demons with one axe in the past." Wang Shuo felt the boiling flesh and blood in his body, and the one hundred and thirty-one nebulae. cyan gloss.

"Although I have made a breakthrough, the black substance should still be useful to me, and maybe it can improve my physical body."

Wang Shuo touched his chin, and once again came to the gap in the black river. This time, the sense of oppression outside was not so strong. Perhaps it was because he had broken through the quasi-sage.

"This river is a long river of chaotic time, and the substances in it are the filth of time precipitation. After the baptism of chaos, the remaining substances are condensed together, otherwise it would not be so thick."

He held up a piece of black substance again, this time more than several times more than the last time, dragged the substance back into the gap.

Introducing the substance into his body, he sat down again with his knees crossed.

With the entry of the substance, the pressure this time was several times that of the last time. As soon as he entered the body, he groaned and felt a stinging pain.

The pressure on his chest was a little distorted, but he was barely able to bear it.

The nebula in the body, under the pressure, revolved rapidly again, from one hundred and thirty one, began to gradually increase.

His tempering also increased the weight again and again.

In the end, in the hundreds of tempering, his physical body has undergone earth-shaking changes.

At the same time, the nebula also opened more and more.

One hundred and thirty-one, one hundred and thirty-five, one hundred and thirty-nine...

one hundred forty!

Boom~

Finally, after one hundred and forty nebulae, his physical endurance had reached the limit, and he could no longer break through.

I can even feel that I have a strong sense of rejection in my body. If I forcefully practice, it will be counterproductive.

After stopping the practice, he exhaled slowly, got up, and walked around the torrent of time.

After countless trials, the impact of the torrent of time on him has become smaller and smaller.

Even as long as the torrent eruption is not too strong, it is not impossible for him to walk in the torrent. Maybe he can find a way out in the torrent.

This time, he stepped into the torrent, and he didn't even sacrifice the Chaos Bell, but only relied on the physical body in the early stage of Quasi-Saint, stepping over it step by step.

And he saw a piece of world time, grabbed it in his hand, and the image inside was also thrown out.

This is the reproduction of small and medium-sized races in the great wilderness, from birth to demise, but in just a few hundred years.

"It can only be said that the world is impermanent." Wang Shuo shook his head and moved on. Another fragment of the world passed by in front of him.

He reached out and grabbed it, and this time he actually saw the birth of a chaotic god and demon, but it was too short, the picture flashed by and disappeared without a trace.