"Master said that there is something wrong with the needle. It cannot be retreated unless it is Qi."
It was a magic weapon passed down by the master. There was a mutation on the needle, and it could only be repeled by using Qi.
"...Your master, shouldn't he be from the Tang Sect?"
Why is this thing so similar to the settings of the Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle? Why can't I, a medical practitioner, handle his needle? ! !
The girl in green clothes now only thinks that Fang Zhe's behavior of putting her in his pocket is very...ridiculous.
No! It’s their entire division that is so ridiculous! ! !
His junior brother created this entry-level institution, and if he were to transform into a god, he would torture people to death! ! ! With your back against a big tree, you can enjoy the shade, and you will be proud of your inheritance for thousands of years! ! !
Her current body was held by Fang Zhe's clothes and her legs were held in an extremely useless princess hug.
It’s more like a big daddy taking care of a baby.
"I can't stand it anymore! Put me down!!!"
"Quick! Put me down! Just open up your murderous aura and coercion and wrap me up! What a waste of effort!"
Jiang Su couldn't bear it any longer, so she pulled on the folded red clothes and tried to crawl out from the collar.
The red monk saw that her spirit recovered quickly and she was no longer weak, so she did not persist.
He...
Ideological fool.
The moment Jiang Su was placed on the ground again and her feet touched the solid earth, the feeling of fear was like the unavoidable cold wind in winter, stimulating her nerves all the time.
She turned around and rushed behind Fang Zhe.
"It's still safe. The big guy has to be in front. Especially the big guy with physical training is equivalent to a steel shield."
The girl in green chattered in a lowered voice.
"Let's go! Let's go in and explore. I don't believe that this devil's cave on earth can still make things difficult for you!"
It was also taught by a master. Even if he forgets most of the things, he must have muscle memory after all. He can always dodge hidden weapons.
She was really curious, what was Fang Zhe's trump card?
A mechanism that requires the powerful strength of the Nascent Soul to break through the door...
The girl in green clothes curled her lips, smiled on her pale face, and hid her face and expression behind the red clothes, saying in her heart: "Things are getting interesting."
At this moment, Fang Zhe released the murderous aura in his body again, and this time the overwhelming pressure began to spread around Jiang Su in all directions. She stood in the center of the storm, safe and sound.
"Let's go!" She poked Fang Zhe's arm.
The red-clothed monk walked slowly. This time, it was not that he deliberately walked slower in order to wait for the little medical cultivator to catch up with him.
He added murderous intent, added divine pressure, or added a barrier around the little doctor. According to common sense, the two feet around her are now impregnable.
All this is because...he is not sure if there is anything else in his junior brother's mansion.
Fang Zhe remembered that he had killed many people, and there were rumors outside that he had slaughtered his entire family. The Infernal Sect had turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. From then on, this thousand-year-old sect in the Eastern Territory disappeared from the world of cultivation.
Why do you want to kill someone? Why do you want to kill all the classmates who live together day and night?
What about your own parents? And the sister in his memory...his biological sister...
Was a sister who was younger than the little doctor and looked like a dumpling... also killed by him?
He couldn't understand.
Where is the junior brother? Is his junior brother alive or dead?
Fang Zhe stepped into this old mansion with doubts in his mind.
It was already noon, the sun was shining vertically in the dead courtyard, and fine dust was floating in the air, dancing among the spider threads.
Every step he takes will break a few spider threads in the courtyard. It is clearly a bright and spacious courtyard, but it is not covered with spider threads for some reason.
Jiang Su noticed the unintentional feeling on his cheek, like hair blowing in the wind. She raised her hand to touch the "hair" and followed the traces of the thread to the top of her head.
The next moment, it was broken.
That wasn't her hair, she realized then that it was spider silk.
Spider silk is very common in an old yard. Jiang Su subconsciously regarded this as normal.
When she reached forward and touched a warm edge, she suddenly froze in place, and her other hand tightly grabbed the red monk's waist.
The murderous aura of the Transformation God is here, let alone spider silk, even Jiang Su herself will turn into meat paste when she faces all this...
What quality of spider silk can withstand the pressure of the transformed god?
Jiang Su's consciousness quickly went through the encyclopedia of spiritual materials in the world of cultivation. She was very sure that no spiritual material could have such toughness.
So...it's not spider silk.
"Fangzhe!!! Be careful! This is not spider silk!!! This is a magic weapon! A top-grade magic weapon!"
A low-grade magic weapon is like broken metal when faced with the Nascent Soul Transformation.
A mid-grade magic weapon can still compete with the Nascent Soul Transformation God, but its power is still insufficient and it is difficult to enjoy it. It is worth polishing and refining it with high-level spiritual materials repeatedly to make it close to a top-grade magic weapon.
This is also the most common magic weapon used by elders in the current world of cultivation.
As for the top-grade magic weapon, you need to buy a powerful ore that can pour out all the heaven and earth, take rare and rare spiritual materials, and only one can be born in a blessed place where heaven protects the spirits from all directions.
It is born, not made.
The body of a top-grade magic weapon is made by extraordinary craftsmen, and the divine mercy gives it opportunity to give birth to spiritual wisdom.
They have spiritual wisdom embedded in them since they were born!
And this "spider silk" that can resist the murderous aura and the pressure of the god of death is probably derived from a high-grade magic weapon! Only high-grade magic weapons are the chosen weapons for monks above Nascent Soul!
Fang Zhe's cultivation level is so advanced that it is close to the ceiling of the world of cultivation...
"I'm afraid... this magical weapon is already a semi-immortal."
Above the top grade, not yet the immortal grade.
This Zhang Mansion... could kill me!
Jiang Su broke out in cold sweat, and she couldn't let go of Fang Zhe's arm. It only took two breaths to pick up all this, but now she only felt that every breath she took after that was like years of her struggling on the shore.
Ever since the young girl in green was entered into the sea of consciousness by the Heavenly Book and understood the cause and effect of this world, her spirit began to be extremely nervous.
Because she thinks this is the world of a book, but the crux of it is that in that book, she is a tool-woman supporting character, and will die one day soon.
Ten years, her death date was ten years later.
Her sea of consciousness was as tight as a string, turning slightly, and her heart sounded like an endless stream of Sanskrit sounds.
"I'm sick...I don't want to die."
She knew that her illness had never recovered, but was only vaguely covered by the gradual happenings.
The snow will eventually turn into water, and the sound of the piano will eventually cease.
When the clouds are cleared, the sun is no longer visible, and the dark abyss is still dark.
She could not escape the control of heaven from beginning to end. Can't escape...the hatred in my bones of all oppression and prison.
She is not afraid of death, she hates the unchosen path to death.
The fingertips of the girl in green began to tremble, and the veins on her forehead gradually appeared at this moment. The earth dragon crawled up under the flesh and blood, and the purple veins at the corners of her eyes were looming. The eye sockets were sunken, and the tightly closed eyelids were stretched out by the spitting beads.
With white skin and loose flesh, a layman's bloodline, this beautiful lady is like a Rakshasa, and her delicate soft lips breathe ice smoke.
She also has retribution, it is retribution for her disrespecting the world and not fearing earth, retribution from heaven, retribution for her... awakening.
It is said that it is difficult for a doctor to heal himself, so she was punished by having her heart attack suddenly, like a ghost, going mad at times, her consciousness sealed in the endless hell, and never seeing the light in this life.
She is blind.
(End of chapter)
