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Mysterious ancient tripod worked crazily, absorbing the huge overbearing Ling Qi with a splitting speed.
The speed was too fast for Chen Feng to absorb Ling Qi that his meridians immediately broken, because his meridians, compared with the enormous Ling Qi, were so slim and frail that couldn't endure this crash.
A sharp pain throed all over his body, but he bore it.
Because he knew that only by getting over this round, could his ability be improved greatly!
After the absorption of enormous Ling Qi, the ancient tripod suddenly shocked. A large stock of Ling Qi was pouring from it to Chen Feng along the meridians, and reached all parts of his body.
The Ling Qi poured by the ancient tripod showed nothing of the arbitrary and violent black blood snake, but was abundant and peaceful. It was a.s.similated and applied by Chen Feng quickly and easily.
Beiduoluoye Sutras ran to transform Ling Qi to Spirit Qi.
In no time, the Spirit Qi in Chen Feng's body emptied by fighting with black blood snack, was filled again .
Soon, Spirit Qi in his body was flowing like a river, and increased constantly.
Ling Qi came out from the ancient tripod, changed into Spirit Qi by Beiduoluoye Sutras, and crowded into the meridians of Chen Feng, which made his meridians broader to absorb more Spirit Qi.
And his strength was also increasing stably.
Seven thousand and ten jins!
Seven thousand and fifty jins!
Seven thousand and one hundred jins!
Seven thousand and five hundred jins!
Eight thousand jins!
Eight thousand and fifty jins!
And the power kept a sustainable growth!
The black blood that filled up the pit was boiling like boiled water, bubbling as well as
emitting huge heat and pungent smell out.
The black blood decreased continuously with a visible fast speed.
A whole day had pa.s.sed.
The black blood in the pit was finally dried.
The dried black blood disclosed the body of Chen Feng. There was a layer of black impurities pasted on his body and stunk of piquant and pungent.
The whole pit of black blood weighed thousands of jins, and was absorbed by Chen Feng! Of course, half of them was shared with the ancient tripod. But without the ancient tripod, Chen Feng couldn't absorb it so fast.
Feeling extremely abundant Ling Qi around him had been exhausted and faded away, Chen Feng opened his eyes. He couldn't help unraveling a surprise when he looked at the vacant pit.
"Only by one day or so, had I absorbed the thousands of jins of black blood? Beiduoluoye Sutras was so miraculous and the ancient tripod was truly powerful. Without both of them, I could not absorb the black blood totally, even if given a month."
Chen Feng stood up suddenly, with an explosive sound from his bones and vibration from his muscles, and a lot of impurities were expelled from his body.
When he felt his body was full of Spirit Qi, a smile came to his face.
"My meridians were broken and reformed unremittingly. The width of my meridians and their capacity of absorbing Spirit Qi had exceeded more than before."
"My level should be improved from the primary to the peak of the sixth grade level of Houtian. I haven't broken through yet, but it needs just a little process!"
"My power is more than nine thousand jins, which could be comparable to a strength of eighth grade of Houtian! Therefore, it's hard to say who will win if I fight with an eighth grade rival. "
Chen Feng made use of this chance to begin exercising his Bright Fingerprint.
His hands made prints expertly. Immobile Mingw.a.n.g print was constantly formed in his hands and launched out again and again. Without knowing how many times he had exercised, until the midnight, Chen Feng had just stopped and smiled delightedly.
His Immobile Mingw.a.n.g print remained immature, but Chen Feng felt faintly the indication to break through.
Chen Feng knew clearly that he had made a huge achievement in this time, which was not a good thing. Fast speed meant unstable basis. Hence, he wouldn't pursue the process but to maintain his present realm.
"I have been in the mountain for a month or so till now. Uncle Han and others should have been back. With his existence, older Sun could not trouble me."
"It's time to go back to Zong Clan. Many treasures are in Aomori mountains, but here I can't get Wugong esotericas and n.o.body guides in my practice."
"Many good things I gained from Aomori mountains should be exchanged for the sources benefiting my exercise when I came back to Zong Clan. No matter I sell them or turn them to Zong Men. "