Medical Sovereign

However, when he found that the connection with Tianshui Totem was cut off and he couldn't contact him, he was completely desperate.

Grandma's is dead anyway, so many good things are worthless if you don't drink them, you should have a full meal before you die.

Ding Ning's skin was red all over, like a boiled prawn, he opened his mouth, and poured the liquid into his stomach regardless of the liquid burning his mouth.

"Sister Mermaid, please save my brother quickly."

In the totem space, Ding Luoxue who woke up nervously held the hand of the mermaid, begging bitterly.

"His physique is too weak, not even a child of our witch clan, and he can't accept the inheritance of the witch god at all. This is helping him train his body. Whether he can survive depends on his perseverance, and I can't help him. "

The mermaid kept spitting bubbles, communicating with her mental power.

"Brother, will he be fine after drinking those potions?"

Ding Luoxue looked worriedly at Ding Ning who was devouring the medicine.

"It is necessary for him to drink the medicine in order to survive. If he does not drink, he will be killed directly. Only when the power of the medicine pervades his limbs and bones can his body be strengthened."

The mermaid's huge black tail swayed restlessly, wandering in the bubble space constantly, and kept spitting out small bubbles, and said with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

As soon as the liquid medicine was ingested, Ding Ning felt a majestic force of the medicine, rushing into his body with unstoppable momentum, uncontrollably rampaging through his meridians, constantly tearing his meridians and flesh and blood.

The pain that seemed to be cut into pieces made him convulse all over, wishing he could faint immediately, but he couldn't faint no matter what, so he could only be awake to experience the torture of the blunt knife cutting flesh.

Want to roar but can't, want to faint but can't pass out, even want to die but can't die, Ding Ning only has the right to cry.

But just as he squeezed out tears, he realized that his eyes went dark, and the huge medicinal power rushed directly into his eyes, making his eyes feel like being pricked by needles, and he subconsciously clenched his fists in pain.

He shook his head desperately, trying to relieve the pain in his eyes, but immediately, as if his eardrum had been pierced with a needle, he grinned in pain and wanted to yell.

But when he opened his mouth, more liquid medicine surged in, rushing into his body and destroying everything that could be destroyed.

Eyes, mouth, nose, teeth, ears, tongue, throat, blood, flesh, bones, meridians, pancreas...

Immediately, the viscera were torn apart one by one by the berserk force of the medicine. Ding Ning's blood gushed out as if he didn't want money, mixed with the medicine liquid, and then entered his body with his mouth, allowing him to truly experience the pain. A grasp of what is survival but not death.

Ding Luoxue looked at Ding Ning, who was covered in blood like a man, and tears flowed from her heart, but she knew that even murlocs could not help him now, everything could only depend on himself.

The medicinal liquid has dropped by half, Ding Jing is lying quietly at the bottom of the cauldron like a dead man, enduring the cruelest torture in the world, it's not that he doesn't want to struggle, it's just that he can't even move a finger at the moment , can only let the blood continuously spew and melt into the liquid medicine, and then enter his body with the liquid medicine...then flow out with the blood...and swallow it back with the liquid medicine...back and forth, constantly reciprocating.

Pain, there is no place that does not hurt all over his body, inside and out, even his mutated hard bones are broken inch by inch under the violent drug force, he feels like a rag doll that has been torn and crushed bit by bit , there was no room for resistance at all, and he could only stand on the sidelines, waiting for the judgment of fate. This feeling of powerlessness was similar to watching Xuan Ji die before, and filled his heart with gushing anger and depression.

"Boom..."

The nine fire-breathing faucets descended as the level of the liquid medicine dropped, and a blast of high temperature enough to melt fine steel finally sprayed onto the dying Ding Ning.

Ding Ning, who was so painful that he was almost numb, looked at the scorching flames emanating from the nine ferocious dragon heads, but his eyes showed a look of relief. At this moment, he finally realized why Xuan Ji wanted to die so hard, this is not human at all. Can bear the crime.

Soon, will it vaporize? It's finally coming to an end.

Ding Ning's spirit had already begun to be in a trance, and double images appeared in front of his eyes. The scorching high temperature continuously evaporated the liquid medicine and his body, allowing him to face death calmly.

At this moment, a clear current flowed in his mind, making his muddled thoughts instantly clear.

Just when he was about to yell, "What the hell is it? I can't let Lao Tzu go in peace", a formula turned into golden characters and printed into his mind.

"Savage Soldiers Art"?

Ding Ning came to his senses in an instant, the damn Chi You was trying to train him as a weapon.

He wanted to cry so much, he roared crazily in his heart, Boss Chi You, you have turned yourself into a monster, don't you want to turn a handsome and suave junior like me into a monster too, right?

But between death and monsters, Ding Ning chose monsters without any backbone. Didn't he turn himself into a weapon?

I think it's better to live than to die, but those beauties of my brother probably don't want to have sex with monsters like my brother again, I feel so sad.

With a mournful face, Ding Ning silently recited the mantra of "Savage Soldiers Physical Judgment". Strange forces circulated in his body, and the violent medicinal power immediately turned into a docile little sheep when it touched that force.

The broken bones began to reorganize, the broken internal organs began to heal, the broken meridians began to repair, and the eroded flesh and blood began to repair...

The nine faucets were still spraying flames, and the scorching high temperature was constantly burning Ding Ning's body, scorching his whole body, and turning the impurities washed out by the medicine power into nothing.

Ding Ning focused on nothing else, and kept running "Savage Soldiers Physical Art", completely ignoring the pain of repairing his body and roasting at high temperature.

After experiencing the inhuman pain just now, this kind of pain is just pediatrics to him, and it is completely within his tolerance.

The power of the medicine continued to run along with the "Wild Soldiers' Body Art", washing every piece of flesh and blood in his body. Impurities were continuously washed out, and then evaporated by the high temperature caused by Kowloon.

The pain gradually faded away, and was replaced by the itching caused by the repair of the whole body. Ding Ning trembled all over. This kind of itching was almost unbearable for him from the previous pain.

Holding Yuan Shouyi, calm and concentrated, he forced his attention to focus on the operation of "Savage Soldiers", not thinking about the itching from the bottom of his bones.

I don't know how long it took, Jiulong finally stopped breathing flames, Ding Ning only felt the itchy feeling fade away like a tide, and an unprecedented sense of power filled every cell in his body.

"ah!"

Ding Ning opened his eyes suddenly, and the two eyes unexpectedly burst out with a breathtaking light of more than three feet.

It was so comfortable, so refreshing, and so powerful, Ding Ning stood up, and couldn't help but let out a long howl to express his feelings, but he still couldn't restrain the sense of power that was about to move in his body.

He was so energetic that he rose into the air and punched the cauldron fiercely.

With a "bang", this time Ding Gai couldn't hold him anymore, and was punched into the sky.

"Hey, he dared to use Lao Tzu as a weapon. Now that Lao Tzu has achieved great feats, he must teach you a lesson."

Ding Ning pinched his waist, stood on the edge of the Nine Dragon Dingding, and challenged the eighteen stone carvings arrogantly.

The sudden increase in strength made his confidence swell, and he felt that a single punch could knock the stone sculpture into the air.

Isn't it eighteen stone carvings? Although he now knew that these stone carvings were well intentioned, he felt unhappy and had to find this place back.

With a little tripod under his feet, Ding Ning rushed towards the nearest stone sculpture aggressively, he must beat out all the shit of the stone sculpture, let you use me as a weapon, hmph!

then……

Ten minutes later, Ding Ning crouched in front of the Nine Dragon Cauldron with his nose bruised and swollen, holding his head, and was beaten by eighteen stone carvings.

The one-sided gang fight was finally over, and the stone sculptures acted as if nothing had happened, and went back to everyone, pretending to be a clay bodhisattva.

Ding Ning wept, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and nose, pointed at the stone sculpture trembling, and roared with grief and anger: "You guys are shameless, you even played group fights, and you can't beat them to death, bullying others."

It's a pity that the stone carvings looked at the nose, the nose and the mouth, and the mouth and the heart, and none of them paid attention to him, which made Ding Ning feel very tired.

It never occurred to him that after his power soared, his confident provocation against the stone sculpture would indeed gain the upper hand at the beginning, smashing a stone sculpture with three punches.

This boosted his confidence, and felt that one stone sculpture was not enough, so he provoked three stone sculptures at the same time, but when he continued to challenge other stone sculptures after smashing three stone sculptures, he realized that the stone sculpture he smashed before did not know anything Time returned to its original state, and now the seven stone carvings attacked him at the same time, putting him at a disadvantage.

That being the case, he could barely hold on, but as the scope of the battle grew larger and larger, it finally affected other stone sculptures, resulting in a scene where he was beaten up by a group of eighteen stone sculptures.

If only this is the case, he can use his speed to kill these guys in turn, but these perverted stone sculptures also have their own resurrection skills, and he will not win if they fight until the end of time, so after he recognized the reality, he simply hugged his head and was beaten. .

Although he didn't succeed in revenge, he felt aggrieved, but he really felt the strength of his body. The stone sculpture before was an existence that could kill him with a single punch.

But now that the stone sculpture hit him, it only hurt a little, which shows how strong his physical body is, which is absolutely different from before.

What excites him the most is that he didn't become a monster, and he can still do what he likes with the beauties he loves.

"Hmph, I'm in a good mood, I don't care about you, sooner or later, I will smash you all to pieces, so that you can't even be resurrected."

Ding Ning said resentfully.

Clenching his fist hard, there was a sound of air being squeezed and burst. Ding Ning felt the powerful strength of his body and showed a satisfied smile. The previous hardships were not in vain.

However, following an inexplicable message in his mind and a piece of "Savage Body Training Technique", Ding Ning's face immediately collapsed as if he had been splashed with cold water, turning bitter.

The message told him that the "Wild Soldiers' Physical Judgment" is divided into nine levels. Now that he has tempered his military body for the first time, he has reached the first level, and his physical strength has reached that of a minor warrior of the Wu tribe. You can continue to practice only when you need to enter the next level of the Witch God Palace.

The physical strength of underage fighters? The physical strength of underage fighters? The physical strength of underage fighters?

Ding Ning echoed this sentence repeatedly in his mind, and really wanted to cover his face and cry bitterly. Such a powerful body turned out to be the physical strength of an underage Wu tribe warrior. Can I say MMP?

What frightened him the most was that there were still eight more times of such painful body training. Ding Ning wanted to cry but had no tears.

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