No one knows whether it’s been thousands of years or a moment when the standard is determined. This is a double torture to Wang Gan’s spirit and * *. At the same time, the vitality is also threatened by the purple grass. If it is not that his qi is ten times higher than the same order, if there is not enough blood beads, he will immediately fall into despair.

But the true qi consumption is indeed a method to supplement this hellhole, and all the true qi consumption root methods are supplemented.
For the sixth time, there was almost no hope in Wang Gan’s eyes, but then he suddenly got excited when his eyes lit up and took something out of the bag-
Pregnant marrow
As soon as the pregnant marrow was taken out, it was immediately covered with rich aura of heaven and earth. You know, such a large piece of pregnant marrow is enough to make a hill full of aura. If a single person comes to the root, it is a luxury wave.
When Wang Gan was practicing outside, he didn’t think that the density of the aura of heaven and earth had any influence on himself, so he had long forgotten that he still had such a thing. But this place is as scarce as the water in the desert. How can he not be excited now that he suddenly has a fertile oasis?
Suddenly, all the air-sea cyclones spin up, and the aura of heaven and earth madly enters the pores of the skin and is quickly injected into the air-sea cyclone through meridians. Every rotation will produce a large amount of true qi, which is slightly depleted and the air-sea will be enriched again.
"Ha-ha, Ji-jen has his own day. Since time has erased me, am I still afraid of your purple grass?" Wang Gan’s fear swept away all the fear and despair, but turned into a flash and fell down on the purple grass.
However, in an instant, Wang Gan arrived at the purple grass near, but in such a short time, his vitality was completely consumed by time for 400 years. He quickly propped up the protector and put a blood bead into his mouth.
Although Wang Gan took a big risk, he could set fire to this plant at any time. At this moment, the crisis has been lifted
Mind from the tension out of mind suddenly enlivened Wang Gan thought about some kind of laughed "do you like life so much? Then I will see how much you can eat! "
He was cruel and cruel, and simply ignored it. It was from time to time that he supplemented it with blood beads to avoid the withering of life.
In this way, the purple grass changed with time, the petals withered and a red fruit gradually matured …
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Zhou Sanjiang is more exciting than that. Everyone must give strength this week. My goal is to top the new list!
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Chapter 47 Time goes by and the true qi turns into fog
Time flies. Wang Gan is trapped in a decaying cauldron, suffering from the poison of time. I don’t know how many days in the past, her vitality has been swallowed up by the purple grass. The original 90,000 blood beads are now less than 30,000.
But at this time, the purple grass suddenly changed, and it stopped sucking on life. With a loud sound, it has expanded to the limit, and the red fruit suddenly burst and floated out a red toner fog, which gathered in the middle and did not disperse.
This means that the purple grass has finally matured.
Wang Gan woke up from his meditation and saw this scene, then he opened his mouth and swallowed all these powder fogs into his stomach.
As soon as the powder mist entered the body, it dispersed and penetrated into the muscles, blood vessels, organs, bones, meridians, qi, sea and spirit. Soon, Wang Gan felt warm all over, qi, sea and qi surged violently, and the cyclone accelerated its rotation, even changing the world in front of him.
His eyes gradually became hollow, staring at the original time in front of the imaginary. His eyes were cold and purple, but when he was purple, the time changed in his eyes.
It was as if the light was decomposed when it was magnified 1000 times and 10,000 times. He saw pieces of reflecting light, like broken glass mirrors. It was these pieces that made up the purple light, which was called time.
Wang Gan consciously wanted to touch these fragments, but he didn’t, as if they were in different dimensional worlds. These fragments seemed to be close at hand but far away.
Time flies, maybe the memory is still vivid as if it were yesterday, but who can really go back to the past? The past, the present and the future are closely connected by the law of causality, but it is impossible to go back to the moment before.
It’s so far away.
Looking at the optical flow composed of these fragments, Wang Gan seems to have realized that he has written four words in his hand-
Time passes very quickly.
Seeing this scene, Wang Gan suddenly recalled the hall and saw that a stone tablet had a long history, but the handwriting was clearly visible, and it was not affected by time.
He paused and wrote again, remembering the stone tablet in his memory and putting pen to paper.
This time, it seems to be swallowed up by time in a flash, but Wang Gan has a sad expression because he clearly sees that when several pieces pass through this ink, they are slightly hindered.
This discovery greatly inspired Wang Gan, who repeatedly turned his back on these four characters and tried to recall the details of the stone tablet in order to restore the momentum possessed by the engraver.
He vaguely felt that if he did this, he would probably find that time is immortal.
Time flies. I don’t know how long it took Wang Gan to immerse himself in the dharma. He wrote more and more slowly, but the handwriting kept longer and longer. Time has eroded them in a flash, as if these four words had been endowed with some spirit.
At the moment, Wang Gan put his energy into the Dharma, but he didn’t know that the speed of cyclone increase has suddenly increased by ten times since he became a purple flower grass. Every hour, 100 cyclones can be produced, and the number of accumulated cyclones is increasing as time goes by.