Soon, the effect of the medicine took effect, and Chen Fan's face turned ashen, and the broken heart spread raging in his body, like a poisonous snake, swallowing his life bit by bit. He felt a sharp cramping pain, as if there were thousands of sharp knives cutting into his intestines and stomach. The pain was so unbearable that he couldn't help but bend down and hold his abdomen tightly with both hands, as if fighting the invisible enemy.
His face became increasingly pale, without a trace of blood, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, as if every pore was suffering from great pain. His eyes were empty and desperate, as if he had lost all vitality.
The corners of Mendel's mouth raised an evil arc, and his eyes flashed with an icy cold light, like an insidious poisonous snake, waiting for an opportunity to move. "The medicine of Duangchang Powder is extremely powerful, but it does not attack immediately, but slowly progresses. For a normal person, the inside of the body will be completely rotten in two days, and it will spread throughout the body in three days at most, so that the whole body will rot and die."
The terrible thing about Duangchang Powder is not only its toxicity, but also the endless pain and fear it brings to its victims. He said calmly: "No hurry, let's wait a day and see."
A trace of pleasure flashed across Yan Ruyu's beautiful face, and her eyes were filled with the pleasure of revenge. Her hatred for Chen Fan is indelible, and she can't wait to see Chen Fan struggling in pain, watching his life pass by little by little, until he finally collapses.
Pan Sen had a cruel smile on his face, and he seemed to have been satisfied by Chen Fan's experience. For him, Chen Fan's death would be an extremely happy thing.
Chen Fan endured the severe pain, tried hard to concentrate, and tried to resist the poison of Duangchang Powder by manipulating the vitality in his body. The warm vitality was like a gurgling stream, bringing him a sense of comfort. Despite the immense pain he faced, his eyes remained determined.
Chen Fan accumulated a wealth of experience in the previous world, making his will extremely strong. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will keep fighting.
Chen Fan gritted his teeth and tried to adjust his breathing, trying to guide his energy to every corner of his body to slow down the erosion of the poison. The process was long and painful, but he never gave up. He knew that every moment of persistence could be the key to turning the situation around.
That tenacious vitality was like the light of hope in Chen Fan's body, flowing slowly, resisting the erosion of the poison in his belly. At this moment, Chen Fan deeply realized the mystery of vitality.
Yuan Qi has already shown such miraculous effects, so what kind of miraculous power should the "martial spirit" that warriors regard as a gift from the gods have? If Chen Fan could possess a "Martial Spirit", wouldn't he be able to become more powerful?
Chen Fan complained a little that the original owner of this body failed to inherit the Chen family's "Iron Martial Spirit". If not, he might have given it a go and tried to use the "Iron Martial Spirit" to fight against Yan Ruyu's "Lightning Martial Spirit" and escape without having to take this fatal heartbroken powder.
Time is like running water, the years are ruthless, and the moonlight becomes more and more bleak. As night falls, the warriors on their way have stopped moving forward, looking for a quiet place to rest and refine their vitality in order to improve their martial arts and gain greater strength.
The medicine slaves looked up at the sky. The silent night evoked their endless longing for their relatives in their hometown, and also deepened the uneasiness and fear deep in their hearts. They worry that they will become victims of drug trials and become cold corpses filled with sadness.
Under the moonlight, all living beings are in various states of mind. Some are pursuing power, some are struggling for survival, and some are looking up to the sky and praying for tomorrow. In this land full of crises and opportunities, everyone is fighting for their own destiny, and tomorrow will eventually come.
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The moonlight was like water, falling on Chen Fan's body sitting cross-legged, as if sprinkled with a layer of silver light. The previous calm look on his face gradually disappeared and was replaced by solemnity, just like the ancient bronze bell on the old city tower at dusk.
After five hours of vitality circulation, the invasion of the Broken Heart Powder has been controlled. However, unknowingly, one-third of the vitality he relied on for survival had been consumed, and it was still being consumed. Broken Heart Powder was like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the moment when his energy was exhausted to deliver a fatal blow.
Chen Fan suddenly felt cold all over his body, as if he was in the polar regions. Once he has exhausted his vitality, he will no longer be able to resist. The Duangchang Powder will start from his intestines and stomach and gradually spread to his whole body, eventually causing him to decay. At this time, he had no other choice.
He could not recover his vitality through practice, because once he neglected the existence of Duangchang Powder, it would suddenly strengthen and hasten his death. Faced with this inevitable fate, the only thing he could do was to continue to persevere.
Time flies, and another two hours have passed. Not only did the toxicity of Duangchang Powder not weaken at all, but it gradually increased, and the consumption of vitality in his body was also accelerating. The footsteps of death were approaching, but he was powerless.
In the endless darkness, he seemed to see the ferocious face of the God of Death, opening his arms to embrace him.
In this silent night, the moonlight is like washing, and the ancient trees are whistling. Chen Fan stood there, with a gloomy expression, and his eyes were as cold as blades, shooting towards Yan Ruyu in the distance.
Under the bright moonlight, Yan Ruyu was sitting on a thick tree trunk, her skin was like frost, and her pretty face was peaceful. She didn't notice Chen Fan's sinister gaze, and was practicing silently, nourishing the "Lightning Martial Soul" spiritual vein contained in her body with her vitality.
Mendel was at the back of the team, his left hand curled up in his loose cuffs, leaning on another old tree, holding a volume of Poison Sutra in his right hand, reading it with gusto. From time to time, Mendel would glance in Chen Fan's direction with a malicious sneer on his lips.
Chen Fan frowned deeply, thinking about ways to resolve the heart-breaking poison in his body. He realized that Mendel was probably aware of his intentions, which made his situation even more dangerous. Now, Chen Fan must make a very difficult decision: whether to take the risk to obtain the antidote, or to find another way.
No matter which path Chen Fan chooses, it is full of risks and uncertainties. If he chooses to seize the antidote, he must face Mendel, a cunning opponent, as well as other possible dangers. And if he chooses to find another way, he is not sure whether he can find other ways to solve the Broken Heart Powder Poison, and may even miss his last chance of survival.
Chen Fan frowned and weighed various possibilities in his mind. He knew that at this critical moment, any wrong decision could lead to the loss of his life. He must make a choice as soon as possible because time is running out and the poison of Duangchang Powder is gradually eroding his body.
As time passed by, Chen Fan's inner anxiety became more and more intense. He must come up with a perfect plan before dawn, otherwise, he will rot and die like those medicine slaves.
Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Chen Fan understood that although the chance of success was almost non-existent, he had to start with Mendel, and he had to act as soon as possible, otherwise once all the energy in his body was exhausted, his chance of survival would be smaller. There was determination in his eyes, and he knew he had to give it a try.
Chen Fan secretly adjusted his breathing, ignoring the poison in his stomach for the time being, and took back all his energy, preparing for a desperate fight. His expression became calm, a will that he had honed on countless occasions on the verge of life and death.
Unsurprisingly, after the vitality was recovered, the power of the Duangchang Powder suddenly increased, and the spread of the poison immediately accelerated, and the pain in the body naturally increased. His body was shaking slightly from the pain, but his eyes remained firm.
Just when Chen Fan was about to take action, the ulcerated part of his intestines and stomach suddenly changed! There was a surge of hope in his heart, a ray of light he saw in the endless darkness.
The cells in the ulcerated part of the intestines and stomach suddenly became active, and wisps of extremely weak power wrapped around the ulcerated part, as if an invisible hand was holding a needle and thread to repair his ulcerated intestines and stomach. , the ulcerated part actually healed slowly...
Chen Fan was suddenly stunned.
His cells seemed to suddenly come to life, finding light in the darkness. The festering flesh and blood, like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, squirmed slightly and gradually healed. In just half an hour, the ulcers returned to their original state, and he couldn't feel any pain.
An electric current seemed to flow through his body, awakening his long-dormant power. Chen Fan was ecstatic, but his face showed nothing. He remained as calm as water, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.
He understood that all strange talents that did not require the movement of vitality must be a special "martial spirit". And this is just the beginning.
A sentence suddenly appeared in Chen Fan's mind, "Martial spirit is the soul of a warrior and the foundation of a warrior's strength. The higher the warrior's realm, the stronger the martial spirit." He couldn't help but feel the changes in his body. It is a special "martial spirit" at work.
Self-healing of the physical body is a magical innate ability, and it seems to be a magical "martial spirit" that has not yet been discovered. The poison of Duangchang Powder broke out again, and Chen Fan's intestines and stomach were eroded again. However, his body's self-healing "martial spirit" once again showed magical power, allowing his body to quickly recover as before.
The "martial spirit" will improve as the warrior's realm increases, and may even undergo special changes. The higher the warrior's realm, the more powerful the special talents displayed by the "martial spirit" will be. Chen Fan was extremely happy, feeling that his body could recover quickly after being damaged. Maybe when he reaches the terrifying realm of heavenly status and spiritual connection, the self-healing "martial spirit" can restore his broken hands and feet to their original state. .
If you can reach this point, even if you are stabbed in the heart with a knife, wouldn't you be able to use this "martial spirit" to recover as before and avoid death? If this is really the case, wouldn't it be possible to live forever if you reach the realm of true God one day? Chen Fan was shocked by his bold idea and couldn't help but be filled with expectation.
A series of thoughts passed through Chen Fan's mind. After careful consideration, Chen Fan silently named this "Martial Spirit" "Self-Healing Martial Spirit".
After feeling it in silence for a while, after confirming that the "Self-Healing Martial Spirit" could withstand the poison of Broken Heart Powder, Chen Fan finally felt relieved, gave up the idea of risking his life to snatch the antidote from Mendel, and continued to sit motionless. , began to ignore the repeated battles in the intestines and stomach, and quietly regained his strength.
