"The talisman is so good!"
Zhong Lingge used the talisman for the first time and was drained of 99% of his spiritual power, but his eyes were astonishingly bright.
"At the Qi refining stage, I can break through the barrier of Yuanying. If there is a real Yuanying who can honestly stand and let me hit it with a talisman, I can kill it in several realms. No wonder it is sold so expensive!"
The excitement of using the talisman for the first time made Zhong Lingge almost forget about Zhong Yayun. It was not until the feeling of the death of a loved one came in her soul that she put away the talisman and looked at the water vapor and evil spirits floating in the air.
The last Zhong family member was finally solved. From now on, her life was completely freed from the constraints of the Zhong family. Together with her anger, unwillingness, and resentment towards her childhood, they all disappeared with the death of Zhong Yayun.
She took revenge. For my father who died in an unknown manner, and for myself who suffered day after day in my childhood.
Zhong Lingge never likes to let go of his hatred. The Zhong family counts one thing and the Xianding Sect counts another.
"If the barrier is broken twice, Qu Zhuiyue will be injured, right?"
The barrier arranged by Yuanying Zhenren is an invisible shield created by the connection between space and itself. Once broken, the mind will be damaged. To get injured during a fight against the clock is to expose yourself to a fatal flaw.
Click, click——
There was a heart-stopping tearing sound in the sky. Zhong Lingge looked up and saw a golden-red cloud forming large and small whirlpools.
The strange thing is that these whirlpools seem to be constantly splitting from a distance, and they look incomplete. Some of the components of the whirlpools seem to have disappeared out of thin air.
"Third Senior Sister, what is going on?"
"I don't know, Second Senior Brother, you tell me."
"Maybe. Maybe it's space tearing? But I've never heard of Nascent Soul Stage fighting skills being able to tear space apart."
Feng Ming looked at the sky from a distance and whispered. The level of shock in his heart was no less than the first time he saw his junior sister catch a rabbit and smash it into a dog to eat shit.
Qin Guiyou was no longer as calm and self-possessed as usual. He reached out with his consciousness feverishly and kept touching the dangerous remaining power of the sword.
"The artistic conception of the sword cannot be limited by ordinary realms. Once the sword intention is formed, it is not impossible to break through the space!"
The intention of the sword and the intention of the sword are not as substantial as the energy of the sword and the energy of the sword, and they are not entirely an attack, but a kind of artistic conception.
It is intangible and qualityless, and its power cannot be judged simply by its level. Some geniuses realize this artistic conception as soon as they reach the Nascent Soul stage, while some may not realize it until they reach the Divine Transformation stage in their entire lives.
Qin Guiyou's brain circuit quickly detoured to a place that others did not understand, and he said in a rather envious tone: "These people are so lucky to die under the sword of Senior Sister!"
At high levels, battles often last for a long time. Qi refining and foundation building can determine life and death in a short time. When you reach the golden elixir level, you may be chasing each other for a day or two.
As for Nascent Soul monks who have sufficient spiritual power in their Dantian and can hide across the sky, it is very likely that they will fight for days and nights without stopping.
Seeing that the battle situation was obviously favorable, a few people simply watched and played in the formation. Feng Mingyuan and Yin Manman both liked playing Qiankun chess. Qin Guiyou, who was not good at chess, was absorbing the sword's intention from the side, feeling both pain and happiness.
Zhong Lingge looked at the chess pieces for a while and found that he had no talent, so he simply took out the talisman pen and talisman paper to practice the first-level talisman.
Her business with the unknown shop gradually got on the right track. Ever since she became famous in the competition, the Bigu Pill she refined has become very popular.
From ninety low-grade spiritual stones to one hundred and ten, the price was several dozen more expensive than any other clan shop, but it still couldn't stop the steady flow of customers.
One pill of Bigu Pill she produced can last for half a month without needing to eat. The best one produced by Kaiyang Sect on the market only lasts for ten days.
Recently, she was using an unknown shop to spread the word that she could make talismans, and she had successfully made alchemy and peace formations as a foundation. Soon, people began to ask the store when she would start selling talismans.
A piece of talisman paper produces mysterious lines under the pen, and the spiritual light flows, the light is soft and deep.
The fire snake talisman is completed.
"Little junior sister, you have been saving it for so long, why didn't you go to an unknown store to sell it?" Qin Guiyou witnessed her making the talisman all the way, and he always marveled at her genius every time. If you have perfected your Qi refining, you can create any kind of first-level talisman. Even the jade slips in the storybook dare not write this.
Zhong Lingge put the newly made talisman into the storage bag and put it together with the pile he had saved. He glanced at the second senior brother with a smile: "I will wait for the North-South Fortune Telling Alliance to publicize the grand event, and the price will definitely be higher. !”
Feng Mingyuan, who was playing chess, raised his eyes and chuckled: "As expected of my junior sister, my mind works faster when I am earning spiritual stones than when I play chess."
The North-South Fortune Telling Alliance is getting bigger and bigger, and it has long since stopped hiding its true purpose of attracting casual cultivators and forming an alliance. In the past few years, Feng Mingyuan has made a lot of money from the membership fees. He plans to build a large fortune-telling alliance at the southwest junction. The city held a grand meeting to expand the power of the west.
It just so happened that Zhong Lingge was going to the southwest, intending to take advantage of his second senior brother's interest in earning spiritual stones and promote his own elixir talisman.
As he spoke, a vortex exploded in the sky, dyeing it a dark red color different from flames, and two majestic forces swept over the sky.
"Two are dead, and one is left." Feng Mingyuan was the first to "see" clearly that the dark red was the blood mist, and the chaotic force that exploded was the residual power of the Nascent Soul's collapse. "Qu Zhuiyue is still alive."
They sensed from the ever-increasing pressure of the sword that the senior sister was adapting to the new realm and offensive in the battle, and became stronger with each battle.
Unfortunately, the battle lasted too long and finally alerted others.
When Qu Zhuiyue's shrill screams were heard in the sky, a force of divine transformation stage was like an invisible hand, and with a slight move, he casually stopped the final blow.
"My friend, please be merciful, this girl and I had a relationship, and I had to save her life."
The soft-sounding middle-aged female voice contains a domineering tone that cannot be denied, and the neutral and peaceful spiritual breath pressure dissipates, which is the unique aura of the Xuanyuan Sect Kung Fu.
The golden-red flames in the sky gradually dissipated. Zhao Mingyu, who was wearing red clothes and carrying two little ones, tilted his head and looked around.
"Jingchong Zhenjun? Do you really have a relationship with her? Do you have to save her life?"
"Exactly."
Jing Chong has never shown up in a distant place, and obviously has no intention of showing up in person. For those in the Transformation Stage, this little matter can really be solved with just a few words.
After receiving a definite answer, Zhao Mingyu suddenly smiled: "Then just spare her life."
But as soon as she finished speaking, a golden-red dark light flashed out of her hand, and it penetrated into Qu Zhuiyue's eyebrows and Dantian at a speed that even the god-transformation stage could not stop. With a strike of the fifth-level super-grade talisman, Qu Zhuiyue, who was already half-dead, died. Completely.
Jingchong was silent for a moment, and his voice was filled with anger: "How brave! How dare you go back on your word?"
Zhao Mingyu put his hands on his hips and shouted: "Senior, don't talk nonsense. You and her only have a relationship, and you only need to save her life. I had a chance to kill her just now, so I will follow your wishes and spare her once. Isn't this a success?" Did you know your cause and effect?"
(End of chapter)
