Chapter 4706 Xiao Chen’s Secret

But now, the situation is urgent, and he can no longer care about that.

Moreover, according to what Xiao Qian'ai said before, An Ziqi also accidentally swallowed a spiritual fruit when she was at Ye He's family, and thus embarked on the path of spiritual practice.

Since An Ziqi can bear it, so can he.

He raised his hand and put the fruit in his hand directly into his mouth.

The slightly cool fruit melted in his mouth and went down his throat in an instant, without even a trace of the core.

A hint of coolness follows the fruit and enters the stomach.

It was as if a cool breath was traveling through his body. Xiao Moli felt that his whole body felt much lighter in just a few seconds.

According to what Xiao Chen said before, the spiritual fruit contains a huge amount of spiritual energy.

These spiritual energy enters the blood of the human body through the meridians. At the beginning of cultivation, those monks opened the meridians, so they can take the spiritual fruit directly.

The meridians of ordinary people are not open, so if ordinary people take the spirit fruit directly, it is likely that the meridians will not be able to withstand the huge spiritual energy in the spirit fruit and will explode directly.

But judging from what he has experienced so far, it seems that there are no particularly serious adverse reactions.

Is it because the spirit fruit is a clone and the aura and other effects are relatively weak, so this situation occurs?

Xiao Moli carefully felt every change taking place in his body.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he felt the slight chill in his body suddenly speed up, and the chill seemed to be getting bigger and stronger.

If it was just a trickle before, it has now turned into a stormy sea.

It was furiously attacking every meridian in his body.

Wisps of pain were transmitted from every muscle and vein in his body.

Xiao Moli raised her hand and grabbed the desk in front of her, forcing herself to endure the waves of pain emanating from her body.

And this is obviously just the beginning.

After all, Xiao Moli is just an ordinary mortal body. To a normal monk, the spiritual fruit is already much weakened, but when it comes to him, it still has great power.

As time went by, the spiritual energy in his body became stronger and stronger, striking his meridians more and more violently, threatening to burst his meridians.

He could even feel that the meridians in his body were unable to withstand the huge impact, and they made tiny "creak" sounds inside his body.

The veins on Xiao Moli's hand that was holding the corner of the table bulged out, and the thin beads of sweat on his forehead had gathered together under the impact of waves of raging pain, but in an instant, they had gathered together.

Like streams, it continued to flow down his cheeks and neck, dyeing the dark shirt on his body.

The thin shirt, soaked in sweat, clung tightly to his body.

You can see the lines of meridians bulging on his arms under the tight-fitting shirt.

The corner of the hard nanmu table clicked, and a piece of it was pinched off with his bare hands.

Xiao Moli gritted his teeth and forced himself to hold back the increasingly fierce and severe pain, not letting himself make the slightest sound.

Sweat dripped into his eyes, blurring his vision.

The corner of the table that he had pinched off in Xiao Moli's hand had completely turned into a pile of sawdust.

Everyone in the world thought that he was born into a wealthy family and must have lived a fine life since he was young and had never endured any pain or torture.