"Don't worry." A certain Dinghai Shenzhen hugged her shoulders and pressed down. Ningxia felt that a certain cold breath quickly fled and disappeared.
Ningxia's body, which instinctively stiffened due to the strange smell, also slowed down a little.
This Master Chongzi is really moody. He is arguing with his father across a barrier, and he is still thinking about the little shrimps outside them.
What kind of skill does it have to bully low-level monks like them? Why don't you see that he just attacked a Nascent Soul True Monarch secretly? Although if she wants to be right, she is really not unjust...
"Are you okay?" Facing Zhenjun Yuanheng's questioning gaze, Ning Xia shook her head, indicating that she was okay.
Zhenren Chongzi's cultivation level was limited. First of all, Zhenjun Yuanheng could not break through this level, so Ningxia came through the attack unscathed. She wasn't scared so easily... Well, it happened so fast that it was over before she could react, so naturally she didn't know what she was afraid of.
Although we have come this far, no matter how much we complain, it will be useless and meaningless. But please allow her to complain, what the hell is this trip to Cloud Island all about? Nothing good happened.
If Zhenjun Yuanheng hadn't happened to follow her and she had sneaked in by herself, she might not have died, but it would have definitely been much worse than now.
Alas, the limitations of the foundation-building monks are still too great. She also found that her cultivation had stagnated a lot these days, even though it was less than two years since her last minor upgrade...
But after experiencing too many things and falling into meaningless struggles again and again, Ningxia's desire to become stronger became stronger.
Her previous thoughts of letting nature take its course, taking things step by step, and even taking things steadily were instantly thrown out of her mind.
Ningxia has never been so eager for power, and she is eager to get an opportunity to help her reach a higher level.
She felt that she could be stronger, far stronger than she was now! if only……
Huh? Just what? Why did you suddenly have such an unreasonable idea? Ning Xia was a little confused, and now was not a good time, so she put this thought in the back of her mind.
After all, since she entered the world of cultivation, have there been many inexplicable things? She is not Sherlock Holmes. She can predict everything beforehand. Naturally, she does not have to think about things she cannot figure out, so as to avoid wasting time.
True Lord Yuan Heng naturally mistook Ning Xia's stunned state at this moment as being in shock. He touched her head with some comfort and said, "I am here, and there is nothing he can do to you."
Of course...she has always felt this way since she met Zhenjun Yuanheng. She should be lucky to have successfully met with her mayor before coming to the venue, otherwise she would be as embarrassed as the old man not far away.
No, it's even worse than others. She is also a golden elixir monk after all, and a foundation like her is just here to deliver food.
But...how did that guy focus on her? Was he just picked up casually to establish his authority?
Looking sideways, he saw Ning Xia safely being rescued by True Lord Yuan Heng. Wu Ying remained calm and didn't show a particularly different look. He seemed indifferent.
The fifth son sneered, then stopped his hand as if he had lost interest in "bullying" the junior.
"Although I don't know how you recovered to the good condition you are now, if my son remembers correctly, this kind of poison should not be solved so easily, right?" There is no need for Fifth Ying to answer him, Fifth Son can take care of himself. Said himself.
The fifth son always felt that someone must have helped the other party, so that the other party could survive the fatal poisonous zone, escape the disaster, and walk in front of him.
In a sense, this real person Chongzi is quite smart, and he can even guess this. It's a pity that instead of following the right path, I took the wrong path.
As for the toxins that separate the yin and yang...
It’s not easy to solve! The knowledgeable disciples from aristocratic families present were all muttering to themselves.
Who among you in southern Xinjiang doesn't know that this is poison with no solution, and you will die if you touch it. When used properly, even the Nascent Soul Emperor can't withstand it. In the world of cultivation, it is known as "Meng Po Tang", which shows how powerful it is.
And this kind of thing is not only poisonous, it is also incredibly soluble when it enters the human body.
When the poison touches the skin, it will completely penetrate into the human body, and then merge into the meridian barrier along the spiritual veins, then into the muscles, and then spread throughout the body.
After hearing this, everyone should also be able to find that the medium through which this poison spreads is not the most common flowing blood at all, but some tissue parts that cannot be lightly moved, such as the spiritual veins themselves or muscles.
There is poison in the blood, and they may be able to collect it through the fluidity of the blood and then force it out of the body. But what about muscles? What about meridian barriers? These things are part of the operation of spiritual power. It is simply a fantasy to mobilize the barriers and remove them.
it's out of the question.
Moreover, this poison has another troublesome quality, which is its most terrifying aspect, its solubility.
There is no need to explain this too much. As the name suggests, it can dissolve and quickly promote the spread of toxins in the human body.
If it were an ordinary person with little resistance, he might have died immediately.
It cannot be mobilized, and it will dissolve quickly... What else can be done to treat such a poison?
For so many years, no one has developed an antidote for this substance, and everyone has assumed that it is absolutely poisonous. It is inevitable that some people will use this poison at will for their own selfish purposes. This thing is almost not classified as a banned drug in southern Xinjiang.
Fortunately, the preparation of this poison requires a lot of rare spiritual materials and time. The production method is complicated, and it is only in the hands of certain people. It seems that it has never been circulated on the market, and I have never heard of any disciples of aristocratic families falling victim to the poison.
Unexpectedly, Wu Ying was poisoned. No wonder the fifth son, a small golden elixir monk, could defeat a strong player like Wu Ying and bring the talented fifth family into such a turmoil.
Where did this guy get so much separation between yin and yang? Could it be that he still can't practice it on his own? If that's the case, then this guy is terrible.
And...how much I hate this guy! He actually used it against his own father. What kind of hatred or grudge is this?
Facing the fifth son's almost provocative words, Wu Jiaying couldn't help but sneer: "That's because you have no knowledge. I am standing here properly now. If you want to ask me how I am, then you don't have to. I...have never felt so good."
His last words were very soft, even with a sigh, which was inexplicably depressing.
"What about you? What do you want to do by inviting me in? Don't tell me and just think that you can escape by relying on such a barrier or holding me hostage."
"Let's talk, this matter should come to an end."
It's finally coming to an end, this father-son battle.
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