Chapter 162: Mutant deathmatch condition (1)

At night, dreams are like countless fireflies, spilling from the hands of Chutian.
There are eight hundred fort houses in the blood-killing castle. There are five or six hundred people in each of the fort houses, and there are more than a thousand people. Hundreds of thousands of strong men are all full of bloody, distorted killing man.
The more such people, the more they are in the dream; the more intense the soul is, the more powerful it can provide to Chutian. Overnight, the dreams created by Chutian infected the entire blood-killing fortress. He could clearly feel the strength of a strong and pure power, and constantly integrated into the bronze lamp.
In the light golden mana of the lamp, there is a glimpse of the strange lines that are rolling, the mana is purifying, and there is a magical change that is not qualified to analyze at the moment.
Chu Tianpan sat on the slate, and every breath, he could perceive the bronze lamp itself to be constantly strong.
This kind of powerful improvement is like a drop of clear water falling in a depressed basin. Although the amount of water that can be obtained every day is limited, but the development continues, the basin has the potential to develop into a vast ocean.
The most intuitive one is the runes surrounded by the bronze lanterns. At regular intervals, these delicate characters will suddenly flash a delicate new symbol. This symbol will be self-like, just like a living thing. Together with the nearby rune, it makes the day more complicated and more beautiful.
In the body of Chutian, the swordsmanship of the big Zhoutian stars and swords is rushing in a hurry, and when they breathe, they can bypass all the meridians of the whole body, and the 360 ​​points are opened. The earth and the earth, which is visible to the naked eye, is turned into the streamer of the thumb, and is continuously injected into the big hole of Chutian.
The spirit of the heavens and the earth is too rich, too pure.
Whether it was in the fishery of the Baiji River in Zhangzhou, or on the island on the edge of the day, or on the platform outside the town hall, the spirit of heaven and earth is less than 10%.
In the air of the blood-killing fortress, the spirit of the heavens and the earth is almost condensed into a mist, which is readily available.
Inside the fort, all the brawnies below the iron shark are lying or sitting on their own slate, playing the body in a unique way. Because of their different methods of practice, the spirits of the heavens and the earth shine with a faint radiance, attached to some specific parts of them.
Like the ironwork of the iron shark, he was covered by a layer of water and earth.
Like the iron shark's iron dog, the coyote, he cultivated the iron claw hand, and the heaven and earth spirits attached to the palm below his elbow.
These brawny have fallen asleep, but their practice is still working on their own. If you want to live in the blood of the fortress, you must practice hard and maintain a state of cultivation in your sleep. This has become a survival instinct for all fighters in the blood.
The faint light in the huge fort is flashing everywhere. Only in the corner of Chutian, the sparkling light of the heavens and the earth is like a torch, illuminating the fort of a dozen square feet.
Chu Yu is on the slate on the right hand side of Chutian. Like Chutian, he has a large circle of thirty-six large holes that he has mastered the big Zhoutianxingqi, and the spirit of the heavens and the earth continues to inject into his body, but each The spirit of the heavens and the earth is more than 30% finer than that of Chutian, and the speed of influx into the body is more than doubled.
However, Chu's forehead, back of the head, front and back heart, gas sea Dantian, Yuzhong acupoints and other places, do not have a group of fist-sized white singular singular light and dark. The spirits of the heavens and the earth, which are thick in the fists, are constantly injected into the body of Chu Yu from these parts. His absorption of the whole world is not slow.
Tiger and Hu Xiaotian are both tigers on the ground, posing a strange collapse posture.
They squinted slightly and breathed a long breath. The wind and the tiger, the two tigers, each time the breath, the entire fort house has set off a sizzling wind, blowing everyone's hair is dancing.
A bird is like a piece of paper, and he maintains a squat posture. The tall, thin body whirls in the fort with the gust of wind from the tiger's vigorous and Hu Xiaotian's breath. He just fluttered in the wind, and occasionally there was a strong wind and a few rays of lightning ejected from him.
As for the dog...
A dog curled up in a corner of the fort house, surrounded by hundreds of slate empty.
The corner where the dog is located has become a black hole with a diameter of a few feet, the spirit of the heavens and the earth, the air, or even the gleam caused by the cultivation of the people in the fort, and the small lights on the walls of the fort. Lights, these things are a little closer to the dog, they are completely swallowed by an invisible force.
The corner of his room is dark and lacquered, and the void seems to be twisted into a ball. The spirit of heaven and earth is nothing more than a drop.
The unique cultivation method of Xiaoyue Wolf has made no one in the fort house willing to be a neighbor with the dog.
After Chu Tian successfully spread the dreams, he opened his eyes and spit out a heavy breath. The grayish white bones of the fists were spurted out of his mouth and slammed into the walls of the fort.
The chilly and extremely ruined bones are weathered by a small wind swaying against the stone wall. The black lacquered walls are banned from running on the runes, and a thick layer of enchantment blocks the erosion of the broken bones. The mouth was enough to break through the breath of a small hill, and it did not leave a trace on the wall of the fort.
"I want to get out, it's hard!" Chu Tian snorted.
"There is always a chance." Chu Yu opened an eye, like an owl looking at Chu.
Chu Tian nodded. He closed his eyes and tried to cultivate the sword of the big Sunday. At the same time, he inspired the mysterious turtles on the bronze lamp. The nine dead turtles quietly run, and the huge blood in Chutian follows a weird frequency, slowly scouring his body from the soles of his feet, and gradually rushing to the top of his head.
The tidal blood tide meets at the top of the Baihui point, and then the tide recedes. Then there is a new wave of blood and blood coming out from the soles of the feet.
A wave of blood and tides are endless. The mysterious turtles are dark and dark at a certain frequency. The aura of heaven and earth is like a wave of water wrapped around the body of Chutian. His body is bright in the dark. The whole person is lit up.
A wave of heaven and earth spirits are constantly eroding in the body of Chutian with the tidal erosion of blood and blood.
From the skin to the flesh, from the blood to the bones, from the bone marrow to the internal organs, from the meridians to the acupoints, and finally to the most mysterious and most vulnerable brain.
The Nine Dead Mysterious Turtle Law is indeed a top-level safe work method. It is a simultaneous and comprehensive process of the body. In this way, the body's function is continuously enhanced, and the enhanced body function is harmonious and natural, and there is no such thing as excessive body strength resulting in imbalance of the body.
"I owe a lot of love to Zi Zi!" Chu Tian suddenly flashed through Zi Zisheng's face, which is not like a human face.
"I don't know, can you meet him?" Chu Tian shook his head and sighed softly.
The "Dream of the Big Dream" also spontaneously works, and the faint light of the glory shines on the space of the gods. The body, soul, and cultivation of Chutian go hand in hand and advance by leaps and bounds.