In the middle of the night, Xia Miaoyu had already left. Ning Chen sat in the tent and started to practice. Suddenly, a trace of blood-stained golden paper flew out from his chest, bursting with dazzling golden light. The next moment, the golden paper turned into a stream of light. submerged in dantian gas
Inside the sea, still in the cyclone of infuriating condensation, never moving.
The sudden change shocked Ning Chen. He tried his best to stimulate his true qi, but he couldn't force out the golden paper. In desperation, after checking his body and finding that there was nothing wrong, he could only temporarily suppress his worries.
Just as Ning Chen was running his true qi to continue his cultivation, he found that silver letters flew out from the golden paper, and immediately accompanied the true qi running in the meridians. After a week, they quietly disappeared.
The next moment, there were many illusory images in Ning Chen's mind, and he looked at it with concentration. It was actually a cultivation method for the remaining half of the text on the golden paper.
"This is?"
Ning Chen's expression suddenly became extremely ugly, such a practice method is too harsh, and there is no need to practice.
Most of the paper, the recorded text is just a trick. After using it, the power and body will be completely useless, and there will be no life.
"This is really just a step-by-step exercise to strengthen the body"
Ning Chen smiled helplessly. The first half of the text only recorded the method of cultivating infuriating energy. After trying to understand the rest of the text, he still couldn't use it.
Presumably, when Mu Chengxue gave him this exercise, he did not expect this to be the case.
To practice or not to practice, this is the only question before his eyes.
In fact, he has nothing to think about, because other than that, he does not know any other cultivation methods.
No matter what kind of exercises, the mental method and the moves are complementary to each other. Just cultivating infuriating qi is of no use except to increase the quality of infuriating qi.
Moves need infuriating assistance. When cultivating, the improvement of infuriating qi cannot be ignored. In many cases, warriors will only practice moves, and do not pay much attention to the cultivation of mental methods, because the operation of most moves will help to condense. Infuriating.
There are not many in the world that are as pure as that on golden paper.
"Practice"
Ning Chen sighed softly, then closed his eyes, and began to practice this purely "life-threatening" move according to the illusory image in his mind.
He knew very well that if he was forced to use this trick one day, life or death might not be the priority.
A moment later, inside the tent, a faint silver light loomed, and pieces of frost condensed all over Ning Chen's body, and floated down from the air. After landing on the ground, it disappeared quietly.
At the same time, Jian Xiang and Xia Miaoyu both felt their hearts and opened their eyes to look at the tent where Ning Chen was.
"It seems that there is still something I don't know." Xia Miaoyu narrowed his eyes and said softly.
Such fluctuations in infuriating energy should never be owned by a newcomer of the first rank of martial arts. Although it did not pose a threat to her, it was beyond the tolerance range of ordinary second-rank or even third-rank martial arts.
"It's about to break through." After a moment, Jian Engong's old eyes flashed a bright light, and he said hoarsely.
Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, outside the tent where Ning Chen was, spiritual energy gathered frantically and poured into it like a tide.
"Great move"
At this moment, many experts in the forbidden army also noticed it, and they all looked in the direction of the surging spiritual energy. Watching this movement, it was almost equivalent to the fluctuation of the third-rank powerhouse when breaking through.
"Forget it, I'll help him once."
Xia Miaoyu's expression was slightly condensed, and with a wave of her delicate hand, a vast real essence flew out, and swept straight towards the tent where Ning Chen was.
Almost at the same time, a sword qi flew out from the direction of the sword enshrined, and also submerged into Ning Chen's tent.
The two acquired peak powerhouses shot, their true essence was as vast as the sea, and they just turned the madness of heaven and earth into a clear stream and swept into Ning Chen's body. After a while, the chaos stopped and calm returned.
The painful expression on Ning Chen's face gradually faded away, and his cultivation base finally stabilized to the second rank of the day after tomorrow.
The realm was stable, and Ning Chen was about to calm down the aura in his body, but at this moment, the sound of unhesitating footsteps came slowly from the distance.
Sword worship and Xia Miaoyu's expressions were all condensed, and they stepped out of the tent and looked at the figure slowly coming from a distance.
The forbidden army present also felt the unparalleled aura of a martial artist, and looked at the visitor with a solemn expression.
In the darkness of the night, dressed in purple clothes and hunting in the wind, with an indifferent atmosphere and steady footsteps, although his face is young, he has a grand master style, which makes everyone feel that powerful oppression.
"The Man of God"
Sword worship has an ugly face, an undisguised aura unique to people of the divine religion. He once met a person when he was young, and the aura was almost exactly the same as the person in front of him.
The person who came came stopped, the breath all over his body swayed, and his expression was indifferent.
"Next, Jun Shaoqing!"
In an understated tone, he said the most astonishing name, the son of the God of Eternal Night, the first person in the younger generation, an almost invincible existence under the innate.
The words fell, and the expression of the sword worshiper changed slightly. This is the worst case. It is the peak of the day after tomorrow, but he has no confidence that he can stop the person in front of him.
"Hand in the Scroll of Birth, I'll let you go"
Jun Shaoqing swept around, and finally fixed his eyes on Xia Miaoyu. He only felt a breath of life scroll for a moment. If he was not close, he almost ignored it.
"I don't have the so-called scroll of life on me, you have found the wrong person." Xia Miaoyu said with cold eyes.
"That's a sin"
Jun Shaoqing stopped arguing, and when he moved his feet, his body suddenly disappeared from the spot, and his right hand reached the woman in front of him.
During the crisis of "Shuh", a sword light swept across the front of the two of them. The sword was enshrined in the ancient sword, drawing an astonishing rainbow light, blocking the footsteps of the Son of God.
Jun Shaoqing frowned, his body flashed a few afterimages, avoiding the sword light, he waved his left sleeve at will, and swept his palm towards the sword to worship.
"Humph!" Xia Miaoyu was not afraid, she swiped with her slender hands, and squeaked through the air, and greeted Jun Shaoqing with the same palm.
"Bang"
The two palms clashed, and the mad storm rolled in rage. Under the feet of the two, the ground cracked, the sand and gravel flew wildly, and the terrifying power shocked the hearts of everyone present.
On the other side, the sword worshiper raised his sword and took over another palm, his body stepped back half a step, the blood in his body was churning, and the dignified color in his eyes was even more intense.
In the distance, Ning Chen had already restrained his true anger. He was the only one present who knew what Jun Shaoqing said about the scroll of life. However, his identity was too inconspicuous, and no one would suspect him.
However, what he didn't expect was that the exercise that Mu Chengxue gave him would attract the attention of others, and he never thought that someone could sense the aura of this exercise.
"Eternal Night God Sect" Ning Chen has a solemn expression. He has heard the name of Jun Shaoqing. This person is not unfamiliar in the whole summer. Has touched the innate barriers, known as the world's most likely to step into
congenital people.
For this trip, he has learned a lot of news about the powerhouses in the world from Qingming, and this Jun Shaoqing is one of them.
Qing Ning specifically told him at that time that if he encounters Jun Shaoqing, there is only one word to escape, even if he knows he can't escape.
The strongest person in the world is not just talking about it.
The Son of God rarely leaves the temple, but every time he appears, he leaves a record that shocks the world.
The powerhouses who have never been defeated are always respected, and even the people of the Eternal Night Sect have made many young people in Daxia see them as their lifelong pursuits.
In the battlefield, more than a dozen moves have passed in the blink of an eye, and they have swept away hundreds of feet away.
Xia Miaoyu and sword worship are also extraordinary people, especially Xia Miaoyu, a pair of slender hands, ruthless and ruthless in their moves, every move to force their lives, and never leave the key points.
Around the three of them, the ground was broken and devastated, and the powerful destructive force involved everything around them.
Seeing the princess take action, the leader of the forbidden army, worried about his loss, bullied him with seven strong men, and wanted to intervene in the battle of the three.
"No"
Sword worship's expression changed and he shouted, but it was too late.
"madness"
Jun Shaoqing snorted coldly, raised his brows in anger, raised his hand, evoked changes in the world, covered all sides with thunder, and in the raging wind, the seven strong men and the leader of the forbidden army groaned several times, and flew out.
"Dark Thunder"
The world-shaking move, the ditch changes the sky, the world-shaking power breaks the limits of human cognition, but seeing the Son of God's hands, the thunder is rolling, shaking the world, and the terrifying power will tear the space apart.
"One Feather Feather, One Sword in Heaven and Earth"
In the face of the attack of destruction, the sword is enshrined to the gods, the sword moves flying, thousands of sword shadows turn into one move, and a feather is ruthless, swept to the son of God.
"Snow Waves Sinking"
On the other side, Xia Miaoyu was concentrating, and the whole body was raised to the peak, his true energy was surging, the air temperature suddenly dropped, and the snowflakes were scattered, like a cold winter.
"boom"
But seeing the three of them collide with each other, everything seemed to explode, the space was crazily distorted, the sand rolled in rage, the waves shook the sky, the eyes could not see, the terrifying scene was like the end of the world.
In the distance, Ning Chen was stunned by this unparalleled shock, and the cognition in his heart was instantly destroyed.
"Manpower can reach such a level!"
The unspeakable shock made him completely change his views on cultivation. It turned out that he always thought that the indifferent martial arts was so powerful that it was so dazzling that people couldn't look away.
"Uh"
The mad sand dispersed, and the three people on the battlefield separated to one side. After a while, the sword worshiper vomited out a mouthful of vermilion, and the blood stained the wasteland.
Xia Miaoyu's infuriating energy vibrated in his body, and there was a smear of blood on the corner of his mouth, apparently suffering a serious injury.
In front of the two, Jun Shaoqing's clothes were a little messy, but the aura around him was still so powerful that it made people desperate. The name of the Son of God was terrifying.
"The Scroll of Birth"
Jun Shaoqing stepped forward and said lightly.
The calm words still did not carry any threat. However, the powerful oppression hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer. Not far away, the leader of the forbidden army and the seven strong men fell into a pool of blood, gradually dissipating the last breath.
"I can't do it." Xia Miaoyu was also agitated and said coldly.
"pity"
Jun Shaoqing sighed lightly, not knowing what he was feeling, and immediately urged his true power to end this useless battle.
At this moment, a very evil and cold breath flashed across the distance, Jun Shaoqing's expression changed, his true energy subsided, his body turned into a streamer, and he swept into the distance in the blink of an eye.
The sudden change made Xia Miaoyu and Jian Enshrine startled. The next moment, Xia Miaoyu came back to his senses and said solemnly, "Pull out the camp and set off immediately."
"Yes"
Everyone reacted, and immediately started to pack their luggage. Between the tents, a look of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the messenger of the real country, but they did not dare to show it on their faces, and lowered their heads to pack up.
What a pity, if Princess Puu Yu died in the hands of the Son of God of the Eternal Night Sect, it would be the best result for Zhenji Kingdom.
In this way, not only can it completely intensify the contradiction between Daxia and Eternal Night Divine Sect, but it can also give Zhenji Kingdom a reason to go back.
The one who thought that the Son of God from the Eternal Night Sect would come, but did not expect that at the last moment, the Son of God would leave for no reason.
The world knows that Daxia's good fortune makes people jealous, but they never thought that even a princess who is not a direct relative could be infected with such a great fortune.
All dynasties in the world have their fortunes. Daxia is the most prosperous, Yongye Divine Religion is second, and Beimeng Royal Court ranks third. However, the way to hope for luck, except for the wise strategist of Beimeng Royal Court, the world is very popular. Almost no one can do it. Daxia's luck has always been the biggest problem before the forces of the world...