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But Song Qingming didn't have time. He was squandered here, walked directly to the cultivation room, took the Qi Entraining Pill, and began to draw Qi into the body.

She had just finished taking the pill and saw a black dragon gradually appeared on a wall.

It looks like it is portrayed on the wall, but it is vaguely with a momentum, which makes people have to feel deterrent.

"Hurry up and breathe into the body, if it is a waste material that can't even be cultivated, I will immediately let you die."

The black dragon opened his mouth and was full of anger.

Song Qingming glanced at it, or ran out to warn himself?

She ignored it, just felt the black arrogance lingering on the black dragon's head, always feeling a little bad.

At the moment, I didn't think much, I could only draw air into the body quickly under the black dragon's eyes.

Song Qingming had read a book before, and now he has taken a pill. After all, he is a person who has experienced a plot. Although he is threatened by a black dragon, he will not feel much fear at this time.

She closed her eyes slightly, and let her body relax as much as possible, and every pore could be opened quickly to absorb the aura here.

In the space, the aura of all things was originally collected, and soon she felt that the pores were a little itchy, cool, and the Qi meridians were full of aura.

She seemed to be able to see with the naked eye, her physical strength was dotted, and she gathered towards her dantian.

Although I don't understand what it means to draw air into the body, but I know clearly that as long as these tiny bits of light can blend together.

I succeeded.

Let the aura flow in the body, gathering the light spots together little by little.

Soon, those light spots gradually became a little bit.

Song Qingming felt a rub on his body, and it lit up.

She opened her eyes slowly, and she felt her ears clear and her eyes clear.

The small particles floating in the air in front of me can be seen clearly.

The ears can also hear the small sound outside. Could it be that it has already crossed the threshold.

Song Qingming raised his eyes and saw the dumbfounded black dragon on one wall, who had threatened to squeeze him to death.

"How about it?"

Song Qingming raised his eyebrows and looked at it.

At this time, the black dragon was both ecstatic and helpless.

I am delighted that I bet the right treasure, but it is really rare to be able to draw air into the body in a short time.

What was helpless was that she knew in her heart that she was not the person she was looking for.

"It's just so arrogant just as soon as I got my breath into my body."

Heilong snorted and was able to leave.

That wall has recovered as usual.

"It's really arrogant!"

Song Qingming said lightly, and continued to practice with his eyes closed.

There is no time for cultivating immortals, one day outside, one year in space, and time flies quickly.

After more than forty years of cultivating in the space, Song Qingming finally built the foundation.

The black longan glows red, it's really a cultivator, and it has achieved such great results in just over forty years.

In fact, Song Qingming's level of cultivation is no longer a problem to go to the real spirit world.

However, the black dragon is greedy, and still wants her to be stronger and stronger.

Until one day, Song Qingming was still cultivating, just listening to the outside, the door of the hall was slapped heavily.

Song Qingming was slightly startled, and quickly flashed out of space.