Chapter 101 Blood Transfusion, Blood Transfusion!

In the evening, Ding Yi had already returned to Qingfeng County.

It took Ding Yi only one day to run two hundred miles and kill people.

In the final analysis, this was the substantial enhancement that Ding Yi had gained from the perfection of his skills.

At this moment, Ding Yi sat in front of the table and took out the book "Little Thunder Sound Palm" that he had searched from the Smiling Taoist and looked through it carefully.

It can be seen that this palm method is very similar to the palm method used by the Smiling Taoist. Ding Yi suspected that the Taoist practiced this Little Thunder Sound Palm before worshipping the gods.

Thinking of the fierceness and fierceness of the Taoist's attack today, Ding Yi suddenly became very interested in this palm method.

According to Ding Yi's estimation, after his boxing method was perfected, his speed of nurturing Gangjin increased by 20%, which gave him a new idea:

If he practiced another boxing method and improved it to perfection, would it increase the speed of refining the internal organs again?

During this period, Ding Yi also learned a lot of knowledge that ordinary people could not access from the case library of the Inspection Department.

For example, the martial arts geniuses and god-worshiping geniuses in the county city all practiced multiple martial arts and verified each other. Their strength was not only much higher than that of ordinary people, but also their training speed was extremely fast.

Ding Yi now thought that this might be related to their mastery of multiple boxing intentions?

Indeed, for ordinary martial artists, if they practiced a martial art to the top, they could slowly grind it to blood transfusion.

But why don't they want to practice and verify it?

In fact, their talents and understanding are limited, and time is limited, so most of the martial artists who practiced internal organs are in their early thirties, and a large number of blood transfusion masters are in their fifties and sixties.

Although refining internal organs and blood transfusion can rejuvenate the potential in the human body and prolong life, these people have exhausted their potential and stopped here in this life.

Ding Yi estimated his life span at the moment, about 75 years, but he could continue to strengthen this martial art.

Thinking of this, Ding Yi turned to the last page of the book and directly wrote the entry "matching strength improvement" on it.

The next moment, a line of prompts appeared in the field of vision.

[Currently available for strengthening. Life span required for strengthening is 11 years and 3 days. Do you want to strengthen? ]

"11 years? It's much longer than the strengthening of Bai's boxing manual."

Although his life span has increased, Ding Yi has an inexplicable expectation. After all, the greater the cost of strengthening, the better the basic things are. He has already figured out the rules.

Thinking of this, Ding Yi directly chose yes.

[Thunder Sound Illusion Palm]

[The small Thunder Sound Palm, which was born from the Three Immortals, is like lightning and has the momentum of thunder. It is ranked as the best among ordinary people.]

"Mortal best?"

Ding Yi raised his eyebrows. This was the first time he saw such a high evaluation. He immediately turned to the first page, but found that the visualization picture of this palm method was actually a picture of a lightning piercing the clouds.

Interesting.

Ding Yi stood up, flipping through the book, and began to practice it himself in the house.

...

The next day, Ding Yi returned to the house as usual after his shift and continued to practice the Thunder Sound Illusion Palm.

It was not until the sky was completely dark that Ding Yi quietly left the house and came to the back wall of the next yard.

Starting from the second row, Ding Yi counted the number of bricks, then grabbed the fourth brick and gently pulled it out.

In the gap inside the brick, there was a folded letter. Ding Yi stretched out two fingers to pick it out, and then put it back into the brick.

When he returned to the house, Ding Yi came to the table and lit the oil lamp, and slowly opened the letter he had just received and read it.

The place where the letter was stored was agreed upon by him and Liu Xun.

After all, with Liu Xun's identity, he naturally couldn't come to him often, and he couldn't go to Liu's house often.

So Ding Yi came up with this idea.

Open a contact point near himself. Of course, this place can't be far away, and it can't be at his own home, so it's natural to choose the back wall of his neighbor.

With the help of the light, Ding Yi roughly scanned the information above, and his brows frowned immediately.

This letter was sent by Ding Yi to Liu Xun to investigate people or events that might be related to the "chaotic gods".

Liu Xun only gave one result after the investigation, that is, the Chaotic God Cult.

The Chaotic God Cult was a spontaneous organization formed by the people after the disaster.

The members of the Chaotic God Cult were wide and diverse, ranging from warriors to ordinary people, some were even court officials, and some were beggars on the street.

But their purpose was very simple, which was to destroy all activities and plans related to worshipping gods, so in the eyes of the worshippers, these people were a group of damn lunatics.

The Chaotic God Cult was definitely the most hated and troublesome existence of the Tianxia Shen Palace, so the people of the Chaotic God Cult had always been on the must-kill list of all the worshippers.

Ding Yi finished reading the letter, and then put it on the oil lamp with an expressionless face and lit it.

"Chaotic God? Interesting."

Ding Yi recalled the faces of Xue Bao, Bai Wangyun, and Nangong Tian in his mind, and muttered to himself.

November 13, light snow.

The weather was getting colder and colder. The wealthy families in the inner city had put on their coats early, while the residents in the outer city were still wearing clothes made of flax.

There were fewer people on the streets that were once bustling. It was obvious that everyone would rather stay at home than go out and get cold.

In the house, Ding Yi sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands flat on his knees, breathing steadily, as if he had entered an inexplicable state.

The next moment, the muscles on his body suddenly began to contract inward, as if they were collapsing.

The originally crystal clear body gradually withered, and even Ding Yi's young face began to shrink, becoming like an old man.

Drops of black and red blood continued to seep out of Ding Yi's pores, and at the same time, they were instantly evaporated into mist and dissipated in the air.

In a short while, a group of red mist lingered around Ding Yi, which looked extremely strange.

And this situation lasted for about an incense stick of time. At this moment, Ding Yi's body had shriveled up like skin and bones, and the blood-colored mist around him was as thick as substance, as if it was dripping blood out of thin air.

At this time, Ding Yi, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and then quickly picked up a blood-red pill placed next to him and threw it into his mouth.

As the pill entered his mouth, Ding Yi's shriveled body gradually filled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was Ding Yi who quickly produced blood with the power of the pill, filling his almost empty blood vessels.

The power of the extreme bone forging technique finally showed up at this moment.

Ding Yi felt that his bone marrow was greedily devouring the medicinal power. The almost overbearing devouring caused the "hematopoietic pill" that took 16 days to strengthen to consume all the medicinal power after a few breaths.

Ding Yi hurriedly took out another hematopoietic pill and swallowed it, which barely made up for the almost broken medicinal power and gradually stabilized the situation in his body.

After a cup of tea, the skinny Ding Yi finally recovered, but at this moment his face was slightly red, and his skin was glowing with crystal white light, just like that perfect statue.

At this moment, Ding Yi's mouth corners were slightly raised, and he finally succeeded in this blood transfusion!

[You have made a breakthrough in your realm, and your life span is +30 years! ]