Gou's Liver Experience in the World of Demons and Demons

At this time, Gu Sheng had withdrawn 70% of his defenses. He was like a block of iron thrown into magma, and every inch of his flesh and blood was suffering unimaginable torment.

But his eyes became brighter and brighter - in this extreme state, he could clearly feel that subtle changes were taking place in his body.

Muscle fibers break and reorganize under stress, becoming stronger.

The impurities in the bones are squeezed out little by little, and the density continues to increase; even the blood flow becomes more powerful, transporting more energy to all parts of the body.

"efficient!"

Gu Sheng was overjoyed and became more determined to continue.

Just as Gu Sheng was immersed in the painful yet fulfilling practice, a violent energy fluctuation suddenly came from the barrier.

"boom!"

A ray of golden light penetrated the barrier and illuminated most of the depths of Burning Sky Valley.

Everyone looked in surprise and saw a golden bowl spinning around, emitting a powerful suppressive force.

Under the bowl, Ling Xiao's face flushed, his hands formed seals, and he took difficult steps forward.

"Open it!"

Ling Xiao roared, and the golden bowl shone brightly, forcibly opening a passage in the pressure of the barrier.

"boom!"

Ling Xiao finally passed through the barrier, staggered a few steps and stood firm. He took the golden bowl back into his body, 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 guy who was just kicked out? He's quite capable!"

Ling Xiao looked around and his eyes quickly locked onto Gu Sheng in the corner.

Seeing Gu Sheng's miserable state covered with blood scabs, he was shocked at first, and then showed admiration.

“This fellow Taoist.

"A tall and thin monk stepped forward and looked Ling Xiao up and down.

"I wonder where your master came from?"

Ling Xiao straightened his back and spoke in a loud voice.

"My master, Taoist Yong'an!"

"Taoist Yong'an?"

The tall and thin monk was stunned, then looked in the direction of Gu Sheng.

"Another disciple of Taoist Yong'an?"

There was a sudden whisper around.

"What day is it today? Two disciples of Taoist Yong'an broke into the depths of Burning Sky Valley?"

"Hasn't Taoist Yong'an been in seclusion for many years? When did he accept so many disciples?"

"Tsk tsk, he is indeed a powerful being close to the elder level. The disciples he taught are extraordinary."

When Gu Sheng heard the noise, he had to interrupt his practice and opened his eyes to look at Ling Xiao.

The two men made eye contact, Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows proudly, while Gu Sheng shook his head helplessly.

"Gu Sheng!"

Ling Xiao strode forward, but his expression suddenly changed when he was three feet away from Gu Sheng.

"How can you bear this pressure?"

He quickly took out the golden bowl to protect his body, and then he felt better.

Gu Sheng didn't explain, he just whispered.

"You shouldn't have come."

"You can come, why can't I?"

Ling Xiao curled his lips in dissatisfaction and then lowered his voice.

"Besides, aren't we brothers from the same sect?"

The corners of Gu Sheng's mouth twitched.

He pretended to be Taoist Yong'an's disciple out of desperation, but he didn't expect Ling Xiao to do the same.

Now, the two of them became "brothers" for some unknown reason.

In the distance, Mi Yingzong stroked his chin, his eyes gleaming.

"Two disciples of Taoist Yong'an? Interesting."

Hong Yun had a gloomy face and no one knew what he was thinking.

Ling Xiao looked around and found a place not far from Gu Sheng to sit cross-legged.

The golden bowl was suspended above his head, casting golden rays of light to protect his entire body. Compared to Gu Sheng's "shabby" appearance, this posture was indeed much more impressive.

"Ling Xiao."

Gu Sheng couldn't help but send a message.

"Your golden bowl."

"Isn't it awesome?"

Ling Xiao blinked proudly.

"This is the Golden Bowl that Master gave me. It's a real spiritual weapon!"

Gu Sheng was speechless.

Ling Xiao's lies became more and more convincing, he even made up the origin of the magic weapon.

But then he changed his mind and thought that this might deter those with bad intentions, so he stopped talking.

Hong Yun slowly opened his eyes, his gaze as sharp as an eagle, staring at the rotating golden bowl above Ling Xiao's head.

The runes on the bowl body flowed, emitting waves of repressive power, filtering the surrounding violent magma energy into gentle spiritual power.

"Although Taoist Yong'an has a high status, where does he get so many treasures to give to his disciples at will?"

Hong Yun muttered in a low voice, with suspicion on his bronze face.

"Did these two guys steal their identities from somewhere?"

He narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at Gu Sheng and Ling Xiao who were practicing.

Gu Sheng was covered in blood scabs and looked miserable.

Ling Xiao was in high spirits, and his cultivation went 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 he is a newbie who has just started, or he is a freak who has been secluded for years."

He secretly decided that after leaving Fen Tian Valley, he would investigate the background of these two people thoroughly.

Deep in the magma, Ling Xiao felt the pure energy filtered by the golden bowl pouring into his body.

The feeling of exhilaration made him feel like he was floating in the air, as if all the pores in his body were relaxed.

"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 terrible, one day of training here is equivalent to a month of training outside!"

When he saw Gu Sheng's condition clearly, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Gu Sheng, you look so miserable, don't you? It's like you've been cut into pieces."

Gu Sheng did not respond and continued to sit cross-legged with his eyes closed.

The blood clots on his body had cracked, revealing the new skin underneath, which was a strange light golden color.

Although he looked weak, his breathing was extremely steady, and every breath caused the surrounding magma to fluctuate slightly.

Ling Xiao's laughter gradually stopped.

He keenly noticed that although the aura emanating from Gu Sheng had not improved in his cultivation level, it gave people a feeling of being unfathomable.

Just like the undercurrent hidden beneath the calm sea surface, it seems harmless but actually contains terrifying explosive power.

"What on earth is this guy practicing?"

Ling Xiao was secretly shocked.

He instinctively felt that if he fought with Gu Sheng now, he might not be able to withstand even one move.

A feeling of not wanting to admit defeat surged in my heart.

Ling Xiao found a place a little further away from Gu Sheng and sat cross-legged again, using all his strength to activate the golden bowl.

"Isn't it just physical training? I can do that too!"

The body cultivators around noticed this scene and shook their heads and sneered.

"Another fool who doesn't know how to live or die."

"The two disciples of Taoist Yong'an are more arrogant than the other."

"You dare to practice in the depths of Burning Sky Valley relying on a magic weapon? What a joke!"

Ling Xiao's face turned red when he heard the discussions, but he stubbornly refused to back down.

He tried to weaken the protection of the golden bowl to allow more raw energy to flow into his body.

"Crack!"

When the first ray of unprocessed magma energy entered his body, Ling Xiao immediately heard the sound of his bones crackling under the heavy weight.

The severe pain came over him and he almost screamed out loud. He quickly strengthened the protection of the golden bowl.

"too difficult"

Cold sweat broke out on Ling Xiao's forehead, and he was shocked by Gu Sheng's tenacity.

Without the protection of magic weapons, what kind of terrifying willpower is needed to endure such pain with the flesh alone?
Hong Yun saw all of this, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his face. "Pretending."

He turned to his companions and whispered.

"Keep an eye on these two guys. I always feel like there's something wrong with them."

"Brother Hong suspects that their identities are fake?"

A monk with a pointed chin and monkey face asked.

Hong Yun sneered.

"The Taoist priest Yong'an has been in seclusion for a hundred years, and suddenly two disciples he has never seen before appear, and both of them have rare magic weapons to protect them. Do you think it makes sense?"

Several people exchanged glances and nodded silently.

At this moment, Gu Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, and a golden light flashed in his eyes.

He slowly stood up, stretched his muscles, and his whole body made a popping sound like frying beans.

“I’ve almost adapted.”

Gu Sheng muttered to himself, his eyes cast towards the deeper magma area below.

The magma there is dark red, like solidified blood, and it makes people feel suffocated just by looking at it.

Under the surprised gazes of everyone, Gu Sheng suddenly removed all his spiritual power protections and simply used his physical body to withstand the surrounding pressure.

His skin turned red instantly, and his blood vessels bulged and wriggled like earthworms, but his steps continued downwards.

"Is he crazy?"

The sharp-mouthed monk's eyes widened.

Hong Yun also stood up suddenly, his face full of disbelief.

"The pressure a hundred meters below is three times that here! Even I wouldn't dare to try it lightly!"

Mi Yingzong appeared beside Hong Yun at some point, touching the scar on his chin, with a gleam in his eyes.

"Interesting. This guy is either a lunatic or..."

"Either what?"

Hong Yun frowned.

"Or he is not in the Underground Palace Stage at all."

Mi Yingzong said meaningfully.

Gu Sheng turned a deaf ear to the commotion behind him.

He concentrated all his attention on resisting the increasingly terrifying pressure, and every step he took was like carrying a mountain on his back. His bones were groaning and his muscles were tearing, but after each injury, the new tissue would become stronger.

"Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine."

Gu Sheng counted silently in his mind, and when he took the hundredth step, the pressure around him suddenly increased.

He groaned, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, but his back was straight, like a sword drawn from its sheath, its edge fully exposed.

"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.

"He is only at the Underground Palace Stage. He is amazing if he can last three breaths at a depth of 100 meters!"

Mi Yingzong touched the scar on his chin and stared at Gu Sheng's figure below with narrowed eyes.

"Tubby Hong, do you think this kid is really the reincarnation of a divine beast?"

"fart!"

Veins on Hong Yun's forehead throbbed.

"How precious is the blood of a divine beast? In the thousand-year history of the entire Qinghe Holy Land, there have only been three strong men with the blood of a divine beast! Who the hell is this kid?"

The conversation between the two was not concealed at all, and the sound formed a special wave in the magma, which was clearly transmitted to Gu Sheng's ears.

The corners of Gu Sheng's mouth lifted up slightly, but he continued to sit cross-legged with his eyes closed, motionless.

"Just watch."

Hong Yun folded his arms and sneered.

"Within ten breaths, he will vomit blood and retreat! When you and I first came here, it took us more than a month to adapt."

Mi Yingzong rarely did not refute and nodded in agreement.

As famous physical cultivators in the Qinghe Holy Land, they were well aware of the horror that lay a hundred meters deep.

The pressure here is more than three times that of the upper level, and the extreme yang power contained in the magma is extremely violent. Ordinary cultivators will be injured if they come into contact with it.

"Five breaths."

Hong Yun began to count with a gloating look in his eyes.

Gu Sheng remains as steady as a rock.

The spiritual power defense shield on his body seemed to be crumbling, but it was actually just a disguise.

Under that thin layer of spiritual power, his body was undergoing amazing changes—the pale golden lines under his skin became more and more obvious, flowing slowly like a living thing, converting the surrounding violent energy into nutrients to nourish his body.

"Ten breaths!"

Hong Yun raised his voice a few notches.

"what?"

Not only did Gu Sheng not vomit blood and retreat as he expected, but his breathing became more and more stable, and his aura gradually merged with the surrounding environment.

From a distance, it looks like a rock that has been washed by magma for tens of millions of years, simple and tough.

A gleam of light flashed in Mi Yingzong's eyes.

"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
As time passed, Gu Sheng's figure was still sitting steadily at a depth of 100 meters.

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 back anymore and stood up suddenly.

"He must have used some secret treasure!"

Mi Yingzong seemed to be thinking about something.

"Tubby Hong, can you use your Dongxu Spirit Eye to take a look?"

Hong Yun snorted coldly, his eyes suddenly turned light gold, and two invisible rays of light penetrated the magma and shot straight towards Gu Sheng.

This is his unique secret skill - the "Piercing Eyes" that can see through most disguises and defenses.

Gu Sheng noticed something unusual almost the moment Hong Yun started his investigation.

His heart tightened, and the "Nine Revolutions of Mysterious Yang Art" in his body began to circulate rapidly, and the light golden lines on his body surface immediately disappeared.

At the same time, he deliberately made the spiritual power shield fluctuate violently, creating the illusion that it was struggling to hold on.

"How about it?"

Mi Yingzong asked curiously.

Hong Yun frowned.

"Strange. His defense shield is clearly about to collapse, but his blood and energy are abnormally stable. That's not right!"

He suddenly increased the power of his spiritual eyes, trying to see through Gu Sheng's internal condition.

Gu Sheng cried out inwardly that something was wrong and immediately reversed his martial arts technique, causing his qi and blood to deliberately show signs of disorder, while forcing blood out of the corners of his mouth.

The whole person looks like a spent force who may collapse at any time.

"what!"

Hong Yun retracted his spiritual eyes and said proudly.

"He is really holding on! He has reached his limit. He can only hold on for another thirty breaths at most!"

Mi Ying was half-believing and half-doubting.

"Really? But I always feel that..."

"You think shit!"

Hong Yun interrupted him rudely.

"When has my Hong Yun's Dongxu Spirit Eye ever gone wrong?"

Thirty breaths passed. Gu Sheng still showed no signs of collapse.

Fifty breaths. One hundred breaths
Hong Yun's expression changed from smug to confused, and finally became completely gloomy.

He used the Dongxu Spirit Eye again, but found that Gu Sheng's condition was exactly the same as the previous time he investigated - he seemed like he would collapse at any time, but he was as solid as a rock.

"What the hell!"

Hong Yun cursed under his breath.

"This kid is weird!"

Mi Yingzong suddenly laughed.

"Tubby Hong, could your Dongxu Spirit Eye be a fake?"

"roll!"

Hong Yun shouted angrily, but no longer insisted on his judgment that Gu Sheng would collapse soon.

He stared at the figure below, with an incomprehensible light in his eyes. (End of this chapter)