novelones Chapter 125 Condensing Purple Qi
Chapter 125 Condensing Purple Qi
It seemed that he was frightened. After a while, Nangong Jing rolled his eyes and blinked without saying anything.
The male voice said again: "I know it's not convenient for you here, so you listen to me."
"We are strangers, there is no cause and effect between us.
However, Hu Qingge wanted to save you, and she took the opportunity to enter the cell next to yours. "
Nangong Jing lowered his eyes and suppressed the tears that were pouring out.
Sure enough, Qingge is here. Why is she still so stupid? Does she know where this place is?
He seemed to unconsciously scratch the ground with his hand a few times to let her go!
Outside, in front of a treasure mirror that flickered on and off, someone immediately noticed his actions, "What's going on with that prince?"
Another male cultivator next to him sneered, "You are too naive!"
"This is Zhenjun's breakthrough humanoid elixir. If something unexpected happens, can you afford it, or can I be responsible?"
"If you stop using chicken feathers as darts, the more people go to the toilet and fart more, the more you will end up."
"Ha, I'm not a bad person, I was scolded by my seniors, and I still don't regret it!"
After being exposed, the man immediately became angry and sprayed out a water condensation technique unexpectedly, drenching him.
It was unbearable, and the two of them started scratching at that time.
Attacking each other with magic is not allowed, and only physical attacks are allowed.
Zhang Xian, who lurked in, actually didn't know that Nangong Jing was being monitored by someone with good eyes.
When he was patrolling the Jiang family, even if nothing happened, the Yuanying elder on duty at home would use his spiritual sense to look around from time to time.
This is a prison cell, isn't it normal to be scanned several times from time to time?
Nangong Jing is a mortal, but his intuition is unusually sensitive.
He could feel that he was being watched by various characters, some with malice, some numbness, or disgust, but no kindness.
So, he does nothing and can't do anything.
It can be regarded as a chance to survive from a desperate situation. It is rare that he did not feel other eyes. Nangong Jing said: "What can I do?"
Zhang Xian handed him two vials, one containing the antidote and the other containing the powder that needed to be sprinkled on him.
The medicinal powder is colorless and odorless, but it is fatally toxic, even the master of transformation can't escape it.
The prerequisite is that you have to be at close range and have the opportunity to poison the opponent.
Except for Nangong Jing, even the other party's own people have no such possibility.
In the previous life, when Ye Lige died, no one heard that this place was discovered or even uprooted.
Because there is a Taoist Transformation Lord here who is very difficult to offend, Ye Lige does not dare to act rashly even if he has suffered from these people.
Before that, Ye Lige kidnapped the owner of the black shop and pried something out of his mouth.
The arrogant Taoist Lord of Divine Transformation in the previous life has not yet broken through, and is only at the Nascent Soul Dzogchen state, which is half a step into Divine Transformation.
Ye Lige did not take it lightly. The strength of the Nascent Soul Master named Wu Jian far exceeded that of the Yueyan Master who could cross levels to challenge him.
In the previous millennium, he had been firmly in the top ten of the Tianjiao rankings.
The top ten in the Foundation Establishment Realm, the top ten in the Golden Pill Ranking, and the top ten in the Nascent Soul Realm.
Yueyan is only at the peak of the early stage of Yuanying, and Zhenjun Wujian has been in Yuanying Dzogchen for many years.
In the name of a casual cultivator, he is even more outstanding than the proud disciples of all the major sects and major families. This is definitely the leader on the strength list!
People who are as afraid of death as Ye Lige must be well prepared since they know the details.
Mortals, ordinary mortals, Zhenjun Wu Jian would not even look at him, but Nangong Jing was different.
Lord Wu Jian condensed purple energy from his body every day until he finally passed out.
This is Nangong Jing's disaster and his only chance.
A born king, even when facing death, his expression remains unchanged.
Zhenjun Wu Jian appreciates this magnanimity very much. If Nangong Jing has spiritual roots, he will definitely accept him as his disciple after surviving this disaster.
"Prince Nangong invites you!"
Nangong Jing held his hands in front of him as a courtesy and sat down on the futon opposite him, neither humble nor arrogant.
"You help me break through. If you can survive the 64 [-] days, you will be free!"
Nangong Jing crossed his legs and closed his eyes to hide the tension in his heart.
Master Wu Jian touched his nose in a funny way, and suddenly had the desire to talk to him, "Do you not believe that I will give you your freedom, or do you not believe that you can last for 64 days?"
Nangong Jing was disdainful, but didn't dare to show it.
It's like a butcher discussing the selling price of each part of a sheep after slaughtering it. Besides increasing the panic in his heart, what's the point?
The purple energy integrated into the bones, blood and luck is not easy to win, it requires the unity of mind and heart.
Nangong Jing was carried back after being unconscious every time. Zhenjun Wu Jian, a spell caster, was actually not much better.
This was especially true this time. Halfway through the performance, his vision suddenly went dark, and he suddenly felt dizzy for a short time. Although he only had one-tenth of his breath, it made Zhenjun Wu Jian feel frightened for a while.
"You go down!"
Nangong Jing's face was tense. Although he was awake, he was still carried back.
Sitting on the couch with his eyes lowered, he moved his lips silently: "Did I succeed?"
A male voice like the sound of nature came to my ears: "My mission is to protect you!"
Not responsible for other things!
This was Ye Lige's death order, and there was nothing Zhang Xian could do.
"what sound?"
Zhenjun Wu Jian interrupted the operation of his technique and stood up with a sigh.
"True Lord," the disciple's urgent cry for help came from outside the training room, "there is a tide of beasts outside the cave!"
Zhenjun Wu Jian's energy and blood surged up, and he felt dizzy again.
"With just a few monsters, this is a good time for you to practice."
Monsters know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages better than humans. He, the Nascent Soul Lord, dares to attack forcefully. There is definitely something behind this.
The necessary ones were blasted out by Dahei from the depths of Wuzhai Mountain.
He is not a divine beast and does not have the ability to summon monsters, but he is a ferocious beast and can frighten the low-level monsters out of fear. Naturally, he can drive them out and use them for his own use.
There are 300 people in this cave in Wuzhai Mountain. It would be a pity to kill them all.
Ye Lige didn't want to let it go just like that.
Since what they are doing is worse than animals, let them fight for their survival in this wave of beasts!
As for the indifferent Zhenjun Wu Jian, he is hiding in his own training room, focusing on expelling the poison.
After practicing to this point, I felt something was wrong as early as the first time I got dizzy.
He has always been cautious and highly cultivated, never giving anyone a chance to get close to him.
Of course, Nangong Jing is an exception, he has no choice.
He was just a mere mortal, so he didn't pay much attention when the incident happened.
Those who can poison a Nascent Soul Master of his strength are treasure-like beings. He is confident that he can restore himself to his peak in the shortest possible time.
Unfortunately, Ye Lige would not give him this opportunity.
Having experienced enough, Ye Lige, who could be considered a master of arts, was brave enough to follow Nangong Jing into his training room.
Witnessing Zhenjun Wu Jian refining and extracting the purple energy from Nangong Jing's body, Xiao Ke's leaves were shining with joy, "Little fairy, this is really good stuff!"
The purple energy born from the fate of heaven can also be called the energy of heaven and earth. Could it not be a good thing?