Chapter 1,689 The Dumbfounded Lord Gutuo

One day, two days...

Venerable Gu Tuo practiced and practiced, and four days passed in the blink of an eye.

"It's been four days, that's about it!"

He opened his eyes and muttered.

A few days ago, the guy inside was scolding him fiercely, but now there is no movement. He must have been refined to death. After all, he is just a tribulation saint. He cannot last long. Those who used to die in almost three or four days.

"Let me see how the refining is going!"

He stopped and was about to take a look into the cauldron.

But at this moment, another curse came from the cauldron.

"Old immortal...old bastard..."

He was stunned immediately and couldn't believe it. He had been practicing for four full days, how could the guy inside not be dead yet?

He looked inside and saw that although the guy was a little miserable, he was still very energetic and scolded very vigorously.

When he took a closer look, he was happy, "Hahaha! What a great luck!"

This turned out to be a Second Tribulation Saint. No wonder he was still so energetic before he was refined.

"God is really helping me! A Second Tribulation Saint can definitely refine the highest quality Holy Yuan Great Pill!" He laughed loudly, extremely happy, and even the curse sounded much more pleasant to his ears.

"It seems that this guy is also a figure in the starry sky outside!"

In Pangu Continent, saints of the second calamity are not uncommon, but in the starry sky outside, it is too difficult to advance to the second calamity. He has been waiting here for so many years and has captured many saints, but they are all one calamity. Yes, this is the first time I have seen Er Jie.

Those who can cultivate to the second calamity outside are definitely extraordinary people.

"It's a pity! You met me, and you can only be made into a pill by me to help me reach the realm of the Four Tribulations!"

He sneered, activated the flame again, and continued refining.

He practiced and practiced...

In the blink of an eye, another four days passed.

"Well! It's been almost eight days.

Even if he is in the second calamity, he must be refined to death. "

He muttered, his tone firm.

In front of his majestic Three Tribulation Saints, the Second Tribulation Saints are nothing. After eight days and eight nights of refining, this guy will be a ghost until he dies!

He stopped and looked into the cauldron, but when he looked into it, he was dumbfounded. The guy inside was not dead yet and started to curse again.

"This...how is this possible?"

He thought this was really incredible.

Taking a closer look, this guy is indeed much more miserable than he was four days ago. His skin has melted and he doesn't even have the energy to curse, but he is not dead!

"It's really weird!" Venerable Gu Tuo muttered, feeling a little depressed.

After practicing for a full eight days, he didn't even die for a second calamity, which really made him feel frustrated.

"Maybe it's a good thing. It proves that this guy is extraordinary. The more powerful this guy is, the better the quality of the elixir he will refine will be," he comforted himself.

"Hmph! You're pretty tough. You won't die in eight days, okay! Let's see how long you can last!"

He sat down again, gritted his teeth, and continued to practice.

This time, he used all his strength to activate the flames in the cauldron to the extreme and continued to refine it.

Practice and practice...

This training lasted another four days.

"Well! It will definitely be done now!" Venerable Gu Tuo put back his anger and smiled proudly.

He is a saint of three tribulations. He has spent more than ten days refining it with all his strength. How can he still not kill a second tribulation? Ho! This is absolutely impossible!

But the next moment, the smile on his face froze, and another voice came from the cauldron, cursing the eighteenth generation of his ancestors.

He was stunned, but he couldn't believe his ears.

"Haha! An illusion, it must be an illusion!"

Venerable Gutuo carefully looked into the cauldron. After seeing clearly what was going on inside, he couldn't help but be stunned. The guy was still alive. Half of his body had melted, but he was not dead and was still cursing.

"Fuck!"

Venerable Gu Tuo could not help but scold his mother.

Damn it!

What the hell is going on with this guy? Does he belong to Xiaoqiang? He has been practicing for twelve days and he is not dead yet? It’s so evil!

Now listening to the curse, he felt it was particularly harsh.

"Damn it, you're so arrogant! I don't believe it anymore. I, the majestic Saint of One or Three Tribulations, can't even beat you to death! I, Venerable Gu Tuo, are fighting with you today!"

Lord Gutuo was angry!

He felt that his dignity as a saint of three tribulations had been seriously challenged. It took him twelve days to refine a second tribulation and he still didn't die. This was a great shame and humiliation. If word spread, other saints would laugh out loud.

He sat down cross-legged, gritted his teeth, and continued to practice.

This time, he used all his energy to refining the milk and worked harder to refine it.

In the cauldron, Tang Hao was a little secretly happy. Only if the old monster continued to practice could he continue to temper his body. Moreover, the harder the old monster practiced, the faster he would improve.

In the raging fire, his physical body continued to dissolve, regenerate, and transform. With each transformation, the strength of his physical body increased a lot, and his skin and flesh became more and more crystal clear, without a trace of impurities.

"What a good man!"

Feeling the improvement of his physical body, Tang Hao couldn't help but sigh.

This biggest crisis has now become his biggest opportunity. After his physical body has been tempered, it will be much easier to survive the third thunder tribulation in the future, and his strength will also be greatly improved.

The piece of divine bone in his body has also undergone great changes, producing light golden blood, which continues to strengthen his physical body, just like the transformation of his physical body by Yinglong bone.

"It's rare to encounter such a good coolie, we can't waste it!"

Tang Hao began to think about how to trick this guy into continuing to practice.

Now in his eyes, this old monster is a victim and a coolie.

Just like that, another four days passed.

"It's time to die!"

Venerable Gutuo stopped and muttered.

"It's already been sixteen days, there's no reason why I shouldn't die! If I don't die anymore, it's really unreasonable!"

Although he said that, he was still a little uneasy, and he hesitated for a long time before he dared to look into the cauldron. When he looked into the cauldron, he was stunned again, and his eyes suddenly widened, and a pair of eyeballs almost popped out.

Damn it! Not dead yet!

Although it looks like he is about to die, he is still alive and can still curse a few times!

"This, this, this...this is impossible!"

He began to tremble and speak incoherently.

It's been sixteen days, how could this guy still be alive?

This is so evil!

But looking at the miserable appearance of the guy, he breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the guy's appearance, it was almost done. It would probably take another two or three days.

"Then practice for four more days!"

He gritted his teeth and continued refining.

Four days later, when he looked inside, he was stunned again. Damn it! He was still dead, just hanging on for a moment, but he was still alive!

"Oh shit!"

Venerable Gutuo's face turned livid. It had been twenty days, and he still hadn't refined this guy to death.

"I don't believe it!"

He took a breath and continued refining.