However, when he discovered that his connection with the Tianshui totem had been cut off, he completely despaired.
Damn it, he was going to die anyway. It would be a waste not to drink so many good things. He would just treat it as a full meal before he died.
Ding Ning's skin turned red like a cooked prawn. He opened his mouth and, ignoring the scalding medicinal liquid, poured it into his stomach.
"Sister Mermaid, hurry and save my brother."
In the totem space, Ding Luoxue, who had woken up, nervously held the mermaid's hand and begged bitterly.
"His body is too weak. He can't even compare to the children of the Sorcerer Tribe. He can't accept the Sorcerer God's inheritance at all. This is helping him train his body. Whether he can survive or not will depend on his willpower. I can't help him either."
The mermaid kept spitting out bubbles and communicated with her mental power.
"Brother, will he be fine after drinking the medicinal liquid?"
Ding Luoxue looked worriedly at Ding Ning, who was swallowing the medicinal liquid like a whale.
"He has to drink the medicine to survive. If he doesn't drink it, he will be refined to death. Only when the medicinal power spreads through his limbs and bones can his body be strengthened."
The mermaid's huge black tail swayed restlessly as she swam around in the bubble space. She kept blowing small bubbles from her mouth as she spoke with a hint of admiration in her eyes.
The moment the medicinal liquid entered his mouth, Ding Ning felt a vast medicinal power rush into his body with an unstoppable force. It rampaged uncontrollably through his meridians, continuously tearing apart his meridians and flesh.
The pain that felt like he was being sliced by a thousand blades caused his entire body to convulse, and he wished for nothing more than to immediately faint. However, it just so happened that he was unable to faint no matter how hard he tried, so he could only stay awake and experience the torture of being sliced by a blunt knife.
He wanted to shout but couldn't. He wanted to faint but couldn't. He couldn't even die if he wanted to. Ding Ning only had the right to cry.
But just as he squeezed out his tears, he felt his vision darken. The huge medicinal power had rushed directly into his eyes, causing them to feel as if they were being pricked by needles. He subconsciously clenched his fists in pain.
He shook his head furiously, trying to relieve the pain in his eyes. But then, his eardrums felt as if someone had pierced them with needles. He opened his mouth in pain and wanted to roar.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, even more medicinal liquid surged out, rushing into his body and wildly destroying everything it could.
Eyes, mouth, nose, teeth, ears, tongue, throat, blood, flesh, bones, meridians, pancreas
Gland …
Then, his internal organs were torn apart one by one by the violent efficacy of the medicine. Ding Ning's blood gushed out freely, mixed with the medicine, and then entered his body through his mouth, making him truly understand what it meant to be unable to live or die.
Ding Luoxue looked at Ding Ning, who was covered in blood. Her heart ached so much that tears streamed down her face. But she knew that even the Mermaid could not help him now. He could only rely on himself.
The medicinal liquid had already dropped by half. Ding Ning lay silently at the bottom of the cauldron like a dead man, enduring the cruelest torture in the world. It wasn't that he didn't want to struggle, but right now, he couldn't even move a finger. He could only allow his blood to continuously flow into the medicinal liquid, and then as the medicinal liquid entered his body … as the blood flowed out … as the medicinal liquid was swallowed back … this cycle repeated endlessly.
Pain. There wasn't a single part of his body that didn't hurt. Even his mutated, hard bones were breaking inch by inch under the violent effects of the medicine. He felt like a rag doll that was being torn apart bit by bit. He had no way to resist at all. He could only watch coldly from the sidelines and wait for the judgment of his fate. This feeling of helplessness was so similar to when he had watched Xuan Ji die. It filled his heart with anger and oppression.
Boom, boom …
The nine fire-breathing dragon heads descended as the level of the medicinal liquid dropped. A wave of heat that could melt steel finally sprayed onto Ding Ning, who was struggling at death's door.
Ding Ning, who was almost numb from the pain, looked at the nine ferocious dragon heads spitting out scorching flames. Instead, a look of relief appeared in his eyes. At this moment, he finally understood why Xuan Ji wanted to die so badly. This was not a punishment that a human could endure.
Soon, he would be vaporized, right? It was finally going to end.
Ding Ning's mind was already starting to waver. Double images appeared in front of his eyes. The scorching heat continuously evaporated the medicinal liquid and his body, allowing him to calmly face death.
Just at this moment, a clear stream flowed through his mind, causing his muddled thoughts to instantly become clear.
Just as he was about to yell, "What the hell is this? Can't you let me die in peace?", a mantra transformed into golden characters and imprinted themselves into his mind.
"Savage Soldier's Body"?
Ding Ning immediately understood. Damn it, Chi You wanted to refine him into a weapon.
He wanted to cry and roared crazily in his heart. 'Boss Chi You, you've already refined yourself into a monster. Don't tell me you want to refine a handsome and elegant junior like me into a monster as well?'
But between death and a monster, Ding Ning very cowardly chose the monster. Wasn't it just refining himself into a weapon?
I'll refine myself. A bad life is better than a good death. But my beauties probably won't be willing to have sex with a monster like me in the future. It feels so sad.
Ding Ning's face was sullen as he silently recited the mantra of the "Savage Soldier's Body". Waves of strange power flowed through his body. The moment the violent medicinal power came into contact with the power, it immediately became a docile little sheep.
His broken bones began to reconstruct, his ruptured organs began to heal, his broken meridians began to repair, and his rotten flesh began to heal …
The nine dragon heads were still spitting out flames. The scorching heat continuously burned Ding Ning's body, constantly roasting his entire body and turning all the impurities that had been washed out by the medicinal power into nothingness.
Ding Ning's mind was completely focused as he continuously circulated the "Savage Soldier's Body". He completely ignored the healing of his body and the pain of being roasted by the high temperature.
After experiencing the inhuman pain just now, this kind of pain was just child's play to him. It was completely within his tolerance range.
The medicinal power continued to circulate along with the "Savage Soldier's Body", washing every inch of his flesh and blood. Impurities were constantly washed out and then evaporated by the high temperature caused by the nine dragons.
The pain gradually faded and was replaced by an itch brought about by the healing of his injuries. Ding Ning's entire body trembled. This itch was even more unbearable than the pain from before.
He gathered his spirit and qi, calmed his Qi and focused his mind. He forced all his attention to focus on the circulation of the "Savage Soldier's Body" and did not think about the itch that came from his bones.
After an unknown amount of time, the nine dragons finally stopped spitting out flames. Ding Ning felt the itch recede like the tide. An unprecedented feeling of power filled every cell in his body.
"Ah!"
Ding Ning suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes actually shot out a breathtaking light that was more than three feet long.
Too comfortable, too refreshing, too powerful. Ding Ning stood up and could not help but let out a long howl to express his feelings. However, he still could not suppress the restless feeling of power in his body.
He was so full of energy that he rose into the air and punched the lid of the cauldron fiercely.
With a bang, the lid was no longer able to contain him and was sent flying into the air by the punch.
"Motherf * cker, you dare to refine me like a weapon. Now that I have mastered my skills, I must teach you a good lesson."
Ding Ning stood on the edge of the mouth of the Nine Dragon Cauldron with his hands on his waist and arrogantly provoked the eighteen stone statues.
The explosive increase in power also caused his confidence to swell. He felt that he could send the stone statues flying with one punch.
Weren't they just eighteen stone statues? Even though he now knew that these stone statues had good intentions, he was still unhappy and had to get back at them.
Tapping his foot on the mouth of the cauldron, Ding Ning aggressively pounced on the nearest stone statue. He had to beat the crap out of this stone statue. Who asked you to refine me like a weapon? Humph!
So …
Ten minutes later, Ding Ning held his head with a bloody nose and swollen face. He curled up and squatted in front of the Nine Dragon Cauldron, being beaten by the eighteen stone statues.
The one-sided beating finally ended. The stone statues returned to their positions as if nothing had happened, pretending to be clay Bodhisattvas.
Ding Ning's face was sullen. He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and nose. His entire body trembled as he pointed at the stone statues and roared with grief and indignation, "You are shameless. You dare to beat me up in a group and still can't kill me. You bully me."
Unfortunately, the stone statues looked down at him. None of them paid attention to him, making Ding Ning feel very tired.
He never would have thought that after his strength skyrocketed, he would gain the upper hand in the beginning when he provoked the stone statues confidently. He smashed a stone statue with three punches.
This greatly increased his confidence. He felt that one stone statue was not enough, so he provoked three stone statues at the same time. But after he smashed three stone statues with difficulty, he continued to challenge the other stone statues. Only then did he realize that the stone statue he had smashed previously had recovered to its original state. Now, seven stone statues attacked him at the same time, putting him at a disadvantage.
But even so, he could still barely hold on. But as the scope of the battle grew larger, it finally affected the other stone statues, causing him to be beaten up by the eighteen stone statues.
If that was all, he could use his speed to kill these guys one after another. But these freakish stone statues had their own resurrection skills. Even if he fought until the end of time, he would not win. So after he recognized the reality, he simply covered his head and took the beating.
Although he felt very aggrieved that he did not succeed in his revenge, he truly felt the strength of his body. Previously, the stone statues were existences that could kill him with one punch.
But now, when the stone statues hit him, he only felt a little pain, which showed how strong his body was. It was absolutely not the same as before.
What made him most excited was that he did not become a monster and could do what he liked with his beloved beauties.
"Humph, I am in a good mood, so I won't argue with you. Sooner or later, I will smash all of you into pieces, so that you can't even resurrect."
Ding Ning said with a sullen face.
He clenched his fist hard, and there was a sound of the air being squeezed. Feeling the strong strength in his body, Ding Ning smiled with satisfaction. The pain he had suffered before was not in vain.
However, as a piece of information and the Barbarian Physical Exercise Technique inexplicably came into his mind, Ding Ning's face fell immediately as if he had been splashed with a basin of cold water. His face became even more bitter than a bitter gourd.
The message told him that the Spell of Barbarian Physical Exercise Technique was divided into nine levels. Now that he had refined his body for the first time, he had reached the first level, and his body strength had reached the physical strength of an underage warrior of the Wizard Tribe. He could not continue to practice the second level until he entered the next level of the Wu Shen Palace.
The physical strength of an underage warrior? The physical strength of an underage warrior? The physical strength of an underage warrior?
These words echoed in Ding Ning's mind repeatedly, and he really wanted to cover his face and cry bitterly. "Such a strong body turns out to be the physical strength of an underage warrior of the Wizard Tribe. Can I say sh * t?"
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