At this time, Gu Sheng had already removed 70% of his defenses. His whole body was like an iron block thrown into magma, and every inch of flesh and blood was undergoing unimaginable suffering.
But his eyes became brighter and brighter - in this extreme state, he could clearly feel the subtle changes taking place in his physical body.
Muscle fibers break and reform under stress, becoming stronger.
Impurities in the bones are squeezed out little by little, and the density continues to increase; even the blood flow becomes more powerful, delivering more energy to all parts of the body.
"It works!"
Gu Sheng was overjoyed and became more determined to continue.
Just when Gu Sheng was immersed in the painful and fulfilling practice, a violent energy fluctuation suddenly came from the barrier.
"Boom!"
A golden light penetrated the barrier and illuminated most of the Burning Heaven Valley depths.
Everyone looked in surprise and saw a golden bowl spinning, emitting powerful suppressive power.
Under the alms bowl, Ling Xiao's face was red, his hands were in mudra, and he was moving forward step by step with difficulty.
"Open it!"
Ling Xiao roared angrily, and the golden bowl radiated brightly, forcibly opening a passage under the pressure of the barrier.
"Bang!"
Ling Xiao finally passed through the barrier, staggered a few steps and stood firm. The golden bowl was withdrawn into his body, and he was breathing heavily, but his face was filled with the joy of victory.
"Here comes another one who doesn't know how to live or die."
Hong Yun frowned.
Mi Yingzong's eyes lit up.
"Hey, isn't this the kid who was kicked out just now? He's quite capable!"
Ling Xiao looked around and quickly locked his eyes on Gu Sheng in the corner.
Seeing the tragic situation of Gu Sheng covered in blood and scabs, he was shocked at first, and then showed admiration.
"This fellow Daoist.
"A tall and thin monk stepped forward and looked Ling Xiao up and down.
"I don't know where I learned from you?"
Ling Xiao straightened his back and spoke loudly.
"Master Daoist Yong'an!"
"Daoist Yong'an?"
The tall and thin monk was stunned for a moment, then looked in the direction of Gu Sheng.
"Another disciple of Daoist Yong'an?"
There were whispers all around.
"What day is it today? Two disciples of Daoist Yong'an broke into the depths of Burning Heaven Valley?"
"Daoist Yong'an hasn't been in seclusion for many years? When did you accept so many disciples?"
"Tsk tsk, he is indeed a powerful person close to the elder level. The disciples he taught are extraordinary."
Gu Sheng heard the noise and had to interrupt his practice and opened his eyes to look at Ling Xiao.
Their eyes met, Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows proudly, while Gu Sheng shook his head helplessly.
"Gu Sheng!"
Ling Xiao strode forward, but when he was three feet away from Gu Sheng, his expression suddenly changed.
"How can you bear this pressure?"
He quickly offered up the golden bowl to protect his body, which made him feel better.
Gu Sheng didn't explain, just whispered.
"You shouldn't have come."
"You can come, why can't I?"
Ling Xiao curled his lips unconvinced, then lowered his voice.
"Besides, aren't we fellow disciples?"
Gu Sheng The corners of his mouth twitched.
He pretended to be a disciple of Daoist Yong'an out of necessity, but he didn't expect that Ling Xiao would also show up.
Now it's better, the two have become "senior brothers" inexplicably.
In the distance, Mi Yingzong touched his chin, his eyes flashing.
"Two disciples of Daoist Yong'an? Interesting."
Hong Yun's face was gloomy and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Ling Xiao looked around and found a seat not far from Gu Sheng and sat down cross-legged.
The golden bowl was suspended above his head, and golden light shone down to protect his whole body. Compared with Gu Sheng's "shabby" appearance, this posture is indeed much more impressive.
"Ling Xiao."
Gu Sheng couldn't help but send a message.
"You golden bowl."
"Isn't it awesome?"
Ling Xiao blinked proudly.
"This is Mountain-Suppressing Golden Alms Bowl given to me by Master, it is a real spiritual weapon!"
Gu Sheng is speechless.
Ling Xiao This lie is becoming more and more complete, and even the origin of the magic weapon has been compiled.
But then I thought, this might deter those people with bad intentions, so I said no more.
Hong Yun slowly opened his eyes, his gaze as sharp as a falcon, staring at the rotating golden bowl above Ling Xiao's head.
The runes on the bowl body flowed, exuding bursts of suppressive power, filtering the surrounding violent magma energy into gentle spiritual power.
"Daoist Yong'an Although his status is lofty, how can he come up with so many treasures that he can give to his disciples at will?"
Hong Yun whispered in a low voice, with suspicion on his bronze face.
"Did these two boys steal their identities from somewhere?"
He narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at Gu Sheng and Ling Xiao who were practicing.
Gu Sheng was covered in blood and scabs and looked miserable.
Ling Xiao is full of energy and is practicing smoothly under the protection of the golden bowl.
"I have never seen these two people in Qinghe Holy Land."
Hong Yun thought to himself.
"Either a newcomer who has just started, or a freak who has been in seclusion for many years."
He secretly decided that after leaving Burning Heaven Valley, he would investigate the details of these two people.
Deep in the magma, Ling Xiao felt the pure energy filtered by the golden bowl pouring into his body.
The feeling of pleasure made him feel elated, as if all the pores in his body were stretched.
"It's cool!"
Ling Xiao couldn't help but let out a low cry, opened his eyes and looked at Gu Sheng not far away.
"Although the pressure is terrifying, one day of practicing here is worth a month outside!"
When he saw Gu Sheng's state clearly, he couldn't help laughing.
"Gu Sheng, it's too miserable for you to look like this, right? It's like you were cut into pieces by a thousand cuts."
Gu Sheng did not respond, still sitting cross-legged with eyes closed.
The blood scab on his body has dried and cracked, revealing the new skin underneath, showing a strange light golden color.
Although he looks weak on the outside, his breathing is extremely smooth, and every time he breathes in and out, the surrounding magma fluctuates slightly.
Ling Xiao's laughter gradually stopped.
He was keenly aware that although the aura exuding from Gu Sheng's body had not improved, it still gave people an unfathomable feeling.
Just like the undercurrent hidden under the calm sea surface, it seems harmless, but in fact it contains terrifying explosive power.
"What on earth is this guy practicing?"
Ling Xiao was secretly shocked.
He instinctively felt that if he fought Gu Sheng now, he might not be able to catch even one move.
A wave of unwillingness to admit defeat surged into my heart.
Ling Xiao found a seat slightly far away from Gu Sheng and sat cross-legged again, using all his strength to activate the golden bowl.
"Isn't it just body training? I can do it too!"
The surrounding body refiners noticed this scene and shook their heads and sneered.
"Another one who doesn't know how to live or die."
"Daoist Yong'an These two disciples, one is more arrogant than the other."
"You dare to practice in the depths of Burning Heaven Valley with just a magic weapon? What a joke!"
The sound of discussion reached his ears, Ling Xiao's face turned red, but he stubbornly refused to back down.
He tried to weaken the Golden Bowl's protection and let more raw energy flow into his body.
"Crack!"
The first ray of unprocessed magma energy entered the body, and Ling Xiao immediately heard the overwhelming sound of his own bones.
Severe pain hit him, and he almost screamed, and quickly strengthened the protection of Jinbo.
"It's too difficult"
Cold sweat broke out on Ling Xiao's forehead, and his heart was shocked by Gu Sheng's tenacity.
Without the protection of a magic weapon, what kind of terrible willpower is needed to resist this kind of pain with the body alone?
Hong Yun took in all this, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a sarcastic arc.
"Pretending."
He turned to his companions and whispered.
"Keep an eye on these two boys. I always think there's something wrong with them."
"Senior Brother Hong suspects that their identities are fake?"
asked a monk with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.
Hong Yun sneered.
"Daoist Yong'an has been in seclusion for hundreds of years, and suddenly two apprentices he has never seen appear, and they both have rare magic weapons to protect themselves. Do you think it is reasonable?"
Several people exchanged glances and nodded silently.
At this time, Gu Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, and the golden light flashed in his eyes.
He stood up slowly, stretched his muscles, and his whole body made a crackling sound like fried beans.
"I'm almost getting used to it."
Gu Sheng whispered to himself, looking towards the deeper magma area below.
The magma there is dark red, like coagulated blood, making people feel suffocated just by looking at it.
Under everyone's surprised gazes, Gu Sheng suddenly removed all spiritual protection and relied solely on his physical body to resist the surrounding pressure.
His skin instantly turned red, and his bulging blood vessels wriggled like earthworms, but his steps moved downward.
"Is he crazy?"
The sharp-mouthed monk's eyes widened.
Hong Yun also stood up suddenly, with disbelief written on his face.
"The pressure a hundred meters below is three times that here! Even I don't dare to try it easily!"
Mi Yingzong appeared next to Hong Yun at some unknown time, touching the scar on his chin, his eyes flashing.
"Interesting. This guy is either a lunatic, or"
"Either what?"
Hong Yun frowned.
"Either he is not Earth Palace stage at all."
Mi Yingzong said meaningfully.
Gu Sheng turned a deaf ear to the commotion behind him.
He concentrated on resisting the increasingly terrifying pressure, and every step he took was like carrying a mountain on his back. Bones groan and muscles tear, but with each injury, new tissue becomes stronger.
"Ninety-seven, ninety-eight. Ninety-nine."
Gu Sheng counted silently in his heart. When he took the hundredth step, the pressure around him suddenly increased.
He groaned, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but his waist was straight, like an unsheathed sword, its edge clearly visible.
"Did he really do it?"
Ling Xiao opened his mouth wide and almost dropped the golden bowl in his hand.
"Pretending!"
Hong Yun snorted coldly, his eyes full of disdain.
"Earth Palace stage, if he can hold on for three breaths at a depth of 100 meters, he is considered powerful!"
Mi Yingzong touched the scar on his chin and squinted at the figure of Gu Sheng below.
"Hong Baldy, do you think this kid is really the reincarnation of a mythical beast?"
"Fart!"
Hong Yun Veins popped up on his forehead.
"How precious is the blood of divine beasts? In the entire thousand-year history of Qinghe Holy Land, there have been only three strong men with the blood of divine beasts! Who does this guy count?"
The conversation between the two was unabashed, and the sound formed special fluctuations in the magma, clearly reaching Gu Sheng's ears.
Gu Sheng The corners of his mouth raised slightly, but he still sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, motionless.
"Just watch."
Hong Yun crossed his arms and sneered.
"Within ten breaths, he will definitely vomit blood and retreat! When you and I first entered this place, it didn't take us more than a month to adapt to it?"
Mi Yingzong rarely refuted, and nodded in agreement.
As Qinghe Holy Land's famous body-refining experts, they are well aware of the terror at this depth of 100 meters.
The pressure here is more than three times that of the upper level, and the power of the Sun contained in the magma is so violent that ordinary monks will be injured if they touch it.
"Five breaths."
Hong Yun started counting, with a gleam of schadenfreude in his eyes.
Gu Sheng is still rock solid.
The spiritual defense shield on his body seems to be shaky, but in fact it is just a disguise.
Under that weak layer of spiritual power, his physical body was undergoing astonishing changes - the pale golden lines under his skin were becoming more and more obvious, flowing slowly like a living creature, converting the violent energy around him into nutrients that nourished his physical body.
"Ten breaths!"
Hong Yun's voice rose a few points.
"Huh?"
Gu Sheng Not only did he not vomit blood and retreat as he expected, but his breathing became more and more steady, and his whole body's aura gradually integrated with the surrounding environment.
From a distance, it looks like a rock washed away by magma for millions of years, simple and tough.
Mi Yingzong's eyes flashed.
"Interesting."
"Pretend! Keep pretending!"
Hong Yun's face was gloomy.
"I want to see how long he can last!"
Twenty breaths. Thirty breaths. One hundred breaths.
Time passed, and Gu Sheng's figure still sat firmly cross-legged a hundred meters deep.
What was even more shocking was that the spiritual defense shield on his body began to gradually weaken, as if he no longer needed much protection to adapt to the environment.
"This is impossible!"
Hong Yun finally couldn't hold it any longer and stood up suddenly.
"He must have used some secret treasure!"
Mi Yingzong thoughtfully.
"Bald Hong, use your Void Gaze Spiritual Eyes to take a look?"
Hong Yun snorted coldly, his eyes suddenly turned pale gold, and two invisible lines of sight penetrated the magma and shot directly at Gu Sheng.
This is his unique secret skill - "Void Gaze Spiritual Eyes" that can see through most disguises and protections.
Gu Sheng noticed something strange almost the moment Hong Yun launched the investigation.
His heart tightened, "Nine Revolutions Profound Sun Art" was running rapidly in his body, and the pale golden lines on his body disappeared immediately.
At the same time, he deliberately caused the spiritual defense shield to fluctuate violently, giving the illusion of struggling to hold on.
"How's it going?"
Mi Yingzong asked curiously.
Hong Yun frowned.
"It's strange. His defensive shield can't hold it anymore, but his energy and blood are extremely stable. That's not right!"
He suddenly increased the power of his spiritual eye, trying to see through the condition inside Gu Sheng's body.
Gu Sheng secretly screamed something bad, and immediately reversed the technique, deliberately causing signs of qi and blood disorder, and at the same time forced blood out of the corner of his mouth.
The whole person looked like he was at the end of his strength and might collapse at any time.
"Ha!"
Hong Yun took back his spiritual eyes and said proudly.
"Sure enough, he is holding on! He has reached his limit. He can hold on for another thirty breaths at most!"
Mi Yingzong is doubtful.
"Really? But I always feel..."
"You think shit!"
Hong Yun interrupted him rudely.
"When did my Hong Yun and Void Gaze Spiritual Eyes make mistakes?"
Thirty breaths have passed and Gu Sheng still shows no signs of collapse.
Fifty breaths. One hundred breaths
Hong Yun's expression changed from proud to confused, and finally turned completely gloomy.
He used Void Gaze Spiritual Eyes again, only to find that the state of Gu Sheng was exactly the same as during the previous inspection - it seemed that it would collapse at any time, but it was as solid as a rock.
"What the hell!"
Hong Yun cursed in a low voice.
"This kid is weird!"
Mi Yingzong suddenly laughed.
"Bald Hong, is your Void Gaze Spiritual Eyes a fake?"
"Get out!"
Hong Yun shouted angrily, but no longer insisted on the conclusion that Gu Sheng would collapse soon.
He stared at the figure below, with an incomprehensible light in his eyes.