Here Lies The Wicked

50% …

60%... 70%...

80% …

Ultimately, the Yin Qi in the Ghost Jade, with 20 percent space left, how can the Yin Qi no longer compress.

Square frowned.

Then quickly loosened up.

That's something he was expecting.

After all, when he was on the seventh floor of the Jiuyang Divine Gong, the Yin Qi moved in the space of the Ghost Jade, and only compressed to 50 percent.

Moreover, he also noticed that the more he compressed the space for vaginal activity, the more concentrated the vagina, the more resilient and strong the resistance. He estimated that the last 20 percent of the space might not be as easy as it was before.

The bedroom at home, square with his chin, he is calculating the loss, should we continue to play "Jiuyang Shenzhen"?

If you continue to push upwards, if Jiuyang Shenzhen (II) is still divided into twelve layers, and it takes at least two plain symbols per layer, it costs 24 plain symbols to practice to the twelve layers.

But the ghost knows, "Jiuyang Shenzhen (II)" is not on the physical side, what are the higher stringent conditions?

Finally, Fang decided to practice "Congenital Weather Gong" first.

It not only saves a lot of valuable characters.

It also responds to the immediate crisis first.

"Congenital Weather Gong" is called the source of martial arts, and can cultivate the innate weather. Even practicing to the highest Orthodox places can give birth to the innate power of creation. Anyway, the secret book of martial arts is so wicked to introduce.

It's innate, it's heartbreaking to think about.

Other inner kung fu exercises are acquired innate qi.

Fang soon had a final decision.

Next, he has practiced the correction of Jiuyang Shenzhen, and started practicing "Innate Weather Gong".

This practice, again, is dark and dark, day and night.

Fangzheng Daily Activity Line is a fixed home, nursery, university city.

Three o'clock first line, Ray can't move.

……

As the weather gradually warms up, the rainy weather starts to increase, especially when the rain stops at times, which brings a hint of coolness to people, and when it sweeps away some dull heat, it also brings travel inconvenience.

Night,

The sky leached with rain, the clouds covered it with stars and moons, and the heavens and the earth were particularly dark.

This is a mix of urban and rural areas.

At 9: 30 p.m., the last stop of the city bus.

This is an ad full of psoriasis, slightly yellowed under the street lamp with a year-old bus platform outside which leaching rainy days.

A slightly blessed middle-aged man rushed into the bus station to shelter himself from the rain and whispered a few curses in his mouth about the damned rainy day, when it came down.

When middle-aged men entered the bus platform, they found that there were more than a dozen people here.

Some are hiding in the rain just like him, others are waiting for the last bus.

“One does not enter the temple, two do not look at the well, three do not hold the tree and sit alone. ”

A mute man's voice, like a leak of speech, suddenly said to a middle-aged man sheltering from the rain at a bus stop.

The figure was thin, his whole body was wrapped under a black trench coat, even his head was covered under the hat of the trench coat. The whole person looked a little dull, half in the shadow of the street lamp that could not be illuminated, seemed to stand in the dark to speak to the middle-aged man.

“What do you mean?” Middle-aged men look at strange people in front of them.

I don't know, the weirdo who couldn't see his face in the shadow threw a coin and quickly covered it with his palm, a pair of scarred hands.

“Guess what, words or pictures?” The man under the trench coat said.

“Sick.” Middle-aged men hide far away.

“Guess what, words or pictures?” Yet the man in the trench coat, like a shadow, reaches out from the shadow of darkness with his hand behind his back and lets the middle-aged man guess.

After hiding so many times, the middle-aged man finally got bored and wanted to leave as soon as possible after a quick guess: “Figure. ”

But when you open your palms, it's words.

This is a big clear copper coin.

On one side of the coin, the words "Daqing Copper Coin” are embedded.

“You lost.” The man under the trench coat, still speaking like a leak, seems to have a strange tone in his voice when he says you lost three words.

“Do you want to get lucky? Breathe in on it, maybe this time you come running, you'll have a chance to win.” The man under the trench coat threw the big clear copper coin again, with his right hand covered on the back of his left hand, continuing to let the middle-aged man guess.

Whoo!

“This time… I'm going to choose words. ”

The middle-aged man blew his breath at the big Qing copper coin under his hand and hesitated to say.

Then open your palms and the result is the back, the middle of the money is a pandora.

“You lost again.” Man under the trench coat, the tone of speech is starting to get weird.

“Breathe again, maybe this time you're lucky to win. ”

“I don't believe it, people will be unlucky three times in a row, this time I, I... I still choose words, no, I choose diagrams!” The middle-aged man looked like a demon, like a gambler who had lost his eyes and breathed a sigh of air into the coin, staring dead at his hands full of scars.

Surrounded by strange people, they didn't seem to find the two people who were guessing coins in front of them, still talking to themselves, or waiting alone for the bus, and didn't see the middle-aged man in strange shape.

It's as if the two of us were isolated from the world.

However, when the man under the trench coat opened his palm for the third time, the words "Daqing Copper Coin” were opened this time.

“You lost again. ”

The voice of the man under the trench coat began to sound like a happy disaster.

But the middle-aged man seemed to have not noticed the weirdness in front of him. He really looked like a gambler with a red eye, and this time he took the initiative to say: "Again!! ”

Whoo.

He once again breathed a sigh of breath into Daqing Copper Coins.

“You lost again. ”

“You lost again. ”

……

Over and over again, middle-aged men speculate and speculate, middle-aged men are like demons, always gambling and losing, the whole person has lost his eyes.

Buddha fought for incense, people fought for breath.

The more he exhaled, even he didn't notice. His face grew paler and paler. As he exhaled towards the copper coin one time, the sun became weaker and weaker, and his face looked ugly without the blood of a normal person.

“Again!! Today I must win a breath!!” A middle-aged man bites his teeth and his eyes are filled with blood silk, becoming more and more like a red-eyed gambler.

However, after 46 games, the man under the trench coat stopped throwing copper coins, instead of a strange tone, evil charm smiled: "No, you haven't gambled, you've lost all your life. ”

At this moment, the middle-aged man seemed to wake up from his dreams, pale and stunned.

Then, he turned around and walked off the bus platform like he had lost his soul... bang!

A bus that just got into the bus platform and the driver couldn't get to the brakes, he had hit and rolled a middle-aged man under the wheel and was crushed straight into a flesh and blood blur.

Until then, more than a dozen people on the bus platform, seemingly finally seeing a fleshy, middle-aged man, began to scream and riot.

……

A few days later.

Daytime.

Under the cultivation of Fang Zheng's open resources, he entered the country at an ever-increasing speed. During the day and night, he buried his head and practiced the "Innate Weather Gong".

He doesn't need to be distracted anymore because of the physical limitations.

The Third Floor of Congenital Weather Gong,

"The Fourth Floor of Innate Weather Gong"...

The cost of entering the country is the sharp decline in human skin scripture deposits. Four bowls of blood pills a day are needed to repair the vast amount of atmospheric blood, which is another huge expense.

Strengthen the secret book kung fu method, but it does not consume a lot of symbols, but can cultivate resources, which is what really consumes the bulk of the symbols.

Today, it's been the last fifteen days since the last Reinforced Head Knife. In just 15 days, 60 symbols were consumed just as much as an expenditure on blood supplementation drugs. When "Congenital Weather Gong" reaches the fifth level, Fang Zheng's savings are stretched again.

Originally, he had 51 ordinary inscriptions. In the past half month, it was the strengthening of the ghost knife, the strengthening of the secret book, and the strengthening of the blood supplement drug. Combined back and forth, it consumed 83 inscriptions in half a month.

Bury your head and suffer too quickly.

It's too much for the cultivation resources.

Even during these fifteen days, he was able to get two to three ordinary characters in college city every night, plus or minus five ordinary characters left in his entire household today.

And four special green, oily symbols.

However, high investment yields high returns.

The more we practice "Initial Weather Gong", the more surprised we are in terms of healing wounds and self-healing. In his journey to South-East Asia, his right hand wound, severely injured by excessive force, has healed thoroughly, leaving no scar.

It was a miracle in medicine.

"Congenital Weather Gong" is the secret book created by the Collective Daoist Gastronomy. It eliminates hundreds of illnesses, faiths, yin and yang harmony... It may not be good at battle, but it has its own unique place in gas conservation and the breath of the essence of life.

The more you practice to the later stages, the more you will experience the changes that Congenital Weather Gong has made to your body.

Smart ears, sharper five senses.

Seems to have some odd effects on gene evolution!!

When they were finishing their day practice, they picked up their phones and exited flight mode, and found more than thirty unanswered phones in their phones.

They all come from the same number and are forensic physicians Sun Yushu who have not contacted us in a long time.

Thirty or more of them did not answer the phone. It seems that there is an urgent matter. Fang is dialing back. The phone will be answered soon. Before waiting for him to speak, Sun Yushu is already anxious to say: “Are you Brother Fang? ”

Square, um, one sound.

Sun Yushu hastily said: “Brother Fang, I don't know if you've heard a word. 'One does not enter the temple, two do not look at the well, three do not hold the tree, sit alone in the bars’? ”

“My college mentor, most likely... had the same psychotic incident I had two months ago. Recently, my colleagues who worked in prison when my college mentor was young, died over the last few days...”