With this spiritual source, the recovery of Wang Bing's internal strength quickly became faster.

It's just that a large part of the internal strength he had just recovered overflowed from the wound in his abdomen when he was running Zhou Tian.

Wang Bing spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Although the blood hole in his abdomen had stopped bleeding at this moment, the internal force would still pour out of the broken meridians when it flowed through.

Wang Bing's eyebrows trembled, and a look of determination flashed on his face.

At this moment, the bird's nest at the top of the giant tree had been reached, and Zhao Wuji pulled Wang Bing down from the back of the white-feathered demon eagle, and Wang Bing sat on the bird's nest with a pale face.

He began to use all his internal force towards the blood hole in his lower abdomen, and the branch in his body suddenly began to tremble, Wang Bing was covered in sweat, his face was as pale as white, and there was a dull sound from the upper and lower gums.

Zao Wou-Ki was terrified when he saw on the sidelines, Wang Bing was not only strong, but also had a stronger will than ordinary people. Facing such pain at the moment, he hasn't even screamed yet.

The short branches are not thick, so they can bypass the internal organs of Wang Bing's body, otherwise even if he does not have the power of ice in his body, it is enough for Wang Bing to drink a pot.

Wang Bing felt that there was some internal force in his body that could not be functioned, and without hesitation, he took out the spiritual source again and began to absorb the spiritual energy in the spiritual source.

It is certainly dangerous to use the spirit source in the primary secret realm, but if Wang Bing does not use the spirit source, the wounds on his body will only get worse and worse, and it will be even more difficult to deal with at that time.

The internal force accompanied Wang Bing's meridians slowly towards the wound in his abdomen, and the blood blocked in the meridians was quickly rushed out.

In Zao Wou-Ki's opinion, the wounds on Wang Bing's body were bleeding continuously.

Wang Bing's face suddenly became a little hideous, and he suddenly exhaled violently, and the branch in his lower abdomen was like an arrow from a bow, bursting out of his body and smashing down on the bird's nest.

The abnormal movement of his body once again triggered Wang Bing's physical discomfort, and a muffled snort finally came out.

Zhao Wou-Ki couldn't stand it anymore, and took the initiative to spread some of the external medicine on his body under Wang Bing's wounds.

Under the stimulation of the drug, Wang Bing finally sobered up a little, and then began to operate his internal force.

Wang Bing has a pure yang physique, and he has a high degree of tolerance for the power of ice, but even so, the power of ice generated by Ayaluoxue's self-explosion still gives Wang Bing a headache.

These are different from cold poison, which can also be dispelled with internal force, while the power of cold ice can only be dispelled with the purest pure yang power in his body.

For two days, Wang Bing did not leave the lair of the white-feathered demon eagle. In fact, on the first day, he had already dispelled all the power of ice, but his injuries were serious, and the healing pills that could be used had been used up, so Wang Bing could only rely on the spiritual source to recover his internal strength.

The use of the spirit source will stir up the aura of heaven and earth, and during this period, several powerful fierce beasts were attracted by the breath released by the spirit source, and they were all shocked by the white feather demon eagle and left.

Zao Wou-Ki did not stay at the top of the giant tree all the time, but went out to practice on the afternoon of the first day.

By noon on the second day, Zao Wou-Ki suddenly came back refreshed, and there were three more Six-Star Fierce Beast Nedan in his package.

Wang Bing smiled slightly, Zhao Wuji's strength was indeed higher than that of ordinary six-star spirit martial artists, and he also had a lost spirit weapon in his hand, the Thick Earth Sword, as long as he didn't encounter a fierce beast at the level of a junior secret realm overlord like the White Feather Demon Eagle, he should be able to solve it.

As for himself, the number of Inner Dans obtained from this trip to the Primary Secret Realm has exceeded two hundred, although most of them are Ghost Bat Inner Dans obtained in the valley, but there are also some Nedan of six-star fierce beasts, which were obtained by Wang Bing when he first entered the secret realm.

The merit points that can be exchanged for these Nedan together are already a very terrifying number.

Tomorrow noon is the end of the primary secret realm trial, Wang Bing's injuries are almost healed, but there are still two very important things that have not been completed.

One is to find the colorful cloud-swallowing snake and the black crocodile to avenge the day's revenge, and then there is the white feather demon eagle.

Wang Bing's gaze became a little complicated, the white feather demon eagle was so arrogant, it would definitely not easily become his spiritual pet, this matter was a little complicated, it was better to wait until he finished killing the two fierce beasts first, and then come back and slowly figure out a way.

Thinking of this, Wang Bing's eyes flashed with a hint of urgency.

At that moment, he summoned the White Feather Demon Eagle and Zao Wou-Ki and headed towards the lake in the southern part of the Primary Secret Realm.

Hearing that Wang Bing was going to take revenge, Zao Wou-Ki couldn't mention how excited he was.

"Brother Bing, you said that the black crocodile is just a four-star peak beast?"

Wang Bing nodded: "Don't underestimate these four-star fierce beasts, the black crocodile has not grown up yet, and he can rely on the strength of the four-star peak fierce beasts to be on an equal footing with those six-star fierce beasts!"

What Wang Bing didn't tell Zao Wou-Ki was that when he first came to the Primary Secret Realm, the Black Luo Crocodile was a four-star Xiaocheng fierce beast, but he was already able to chase Yan Ling'er and other six-star spirit warriors around, without the slightest resistance.

As for the colorful cloud-swallowing snake that Wang Bing said, Zao Wou-Ki didn't say much.

Because the reputation of this snake is too great, every year among the disciples who enter the primary secret realm, there will be more than a dozen people who die under the mouth of this snake, which is enough to see their strength, especially its rainbow seven-colored miasma, this toxin makes people talk about it and change color.

At the speed of the white-feathered demon eagle, it had already been nearly an hour when he arrived at the lake of the black crocodile.

Wang Bing asked it to stop a few miles away from the lake, in case the breath of the white-feathered demon eagle emanated, and those water fierce beasts did not dare to come out, it would be troublesome.

Wang Bing and Zao Wou-Ki walked towards the lake without hurrying or slow.

At this moment, it is close to dusk, and a large area of sunset is falling, and as far as the eye can see, there are pink curtains, like the shyness of a girl, which is extremely wonderful.

On the surface of the lake, there are several birds and beasts that enter and exit the lake from time to time.

The movement came, but it seemed unusually calm. If Wang Bing hadn't gone through it several times, it is estimated that he would not have believed that under such a calm lake, there was a turbulent dark tide full of crises.

"Wuji, you are on the side, don't make a move lightly, let's try not to alarm Dabai!"

For those two fierce beasts, Wang Bing wanted to use his own strength to kill them, and with his current cultivation, it was not too difficult.

He took out the spiritual source and began to slowly absorb the spiritual energy inside the spiritual source.

The originally silent lake suddenly became boiling, although there was nothing to see on the surface, Wang Bing could feel the fluctuations of the aura on the lake.

After less than five minutes, the ripples on the surface of the lake gradually increased.

Wang Bing frowned, and did not stop absorbing the aura, but he had already begun to pay attention to the fluctuations on the water surface at all times.

(End of chapter)