Chapter 31: Eiko Miko

In the middle of the night, Xia Miaoyu had left. Ning Chen sat in the tent and began to practice. Suddenly, a trace of blood-stained golden paper flew out of his chest, and dazzled golden light. At the next moment, the golden paper turned into streamer Submerged in Dantian Qihai, still in a cyclone where the true qi condenses, never moving again.
The sudden change surprised Ning Chen. He tried hard to urge the true energy but couldn't force out the golden paper. In desperation, when he probed his body and found nothing unusual, he could only temporarily suppress the worry.
While Ning Chen was running Zhenqi and was going to continue to practice, he found that silver fonts flew out of the golden paper, and immediately followed Qizhen running in the meridians. After a week, quietly disappeared.
At the next moment, Ning Chen had many more illusory images in his mind, and he focused on looking at it, which was actually the method of cultivation for the remaining half of the text on the golden paper.
"this is?"
Ning Chen's expression suddenly became very ugly. Such exercises were too harsh and did not even require practice.
For most of the paper, the recorded text is just a trick. After using it, the function is exhausted, and there is no life.
"This is really just a step to strengthen the body"
Ning Chen smiled helplessly, and the first half of the text recorded only the method of true energy cultivation. Finally, he understood the remaining text, but he still couldn't use it.
Presumably, when Chengcheng Xue gave him this exercise, he did not expect this to be the case.
Whether to practice or not, this is the only question before him.
In fact, he has nothing to consider, because in addition to this, he will not have any other tactical cultivation methods.
Regardless of any exercises, mental methods and moves are complementary, and practicing qi alone can only increase the quality of qi.
Skills need true energy to assist. When practicing, the improvement of true energy cannot be ignored. In many cases, the warrior will practice the moves alone, not paying too much attention to the cultivation of the mind, because most of the movement methods will help condensate Really.
There is not much in the world like the almost pure mental method on golden paper.
"Practice"
Ning Chen sighed softly and immediately closed her eyes, following the phantom image in her brain, and began to practice this pure "fate".
He knew that if one day he was forced to use this trick, whether it was life or death might not be the first thing.
A moment later, within the tent, a faint silver light appeared, and Ning Chen's body was covered with frost and frost, falling from the air, and quietly disappeared after landing on the ground.
At the same time, both Sword Worship and Xia Miaoyu felt sensitive and opened their eyes to look at Ning Chen's tent.
"It seems that I still don't know anything else." Xia Miaoyu narrowed his eyes and said softly.
Such a real energy fluctuation should never be owned by a martial arts newcomer. Although it does not pose a threat to her, it has exceeded the range of ordinary martial arts second grade or even third grade.
After "breaking through", the sword enshrined in the old eyes flashed a fine awn, and said hoarsely.
Sure enough, the words fell, and outside the tent where Ning Chen was, the aura gathered wildly and poured into it like a tide.
"What a big move"
At this moment, many masters in the Forbidden Army have also noticed that they are looking towards the direction of the aura, and watching this movement is almost equivalent to the fluctuation of the third-grade strong breakthrough.
"Fuck, I will help him once"
Xia Miaoyu's expression was slightly condensed, his hand flicked, and a vast real element flew out, and swept straight towards Ning Chen's tent.
At almost the same moment, in the direction of sword worship, a sword qi flew out and also entered Ning Chen's tent.
The two strong men of the Houtian pinnacle shot, the true yuan was vast like a sea, and they just turned the mad world spirit into a clear stream and rolled it into Ning Chen's body. After a while, the chaotic image stopped and returned to peace.
The painful expression on Ning Chen's face also gradually faded, and Xiu Wei finally stabilized to the day after tomorrow.
The state is stable, and Ning Chen is about to calm his breath. At this moment, a distant, slow footstep comes slowly.
The sword enshrined and Xia Miaoyu's expression are all condensed, stepping out of the tent in one step, and set the spirit to look slowly into the distance.
The forbidden army also felt the incomparable warrior's breath, and looked at the visitor solemnly.
In the night, the purple clothes hunted in the wind, the indifferent breath, the calm footsteps, although the face was young, there was a guru style that made everyone feel that powerful oppression.
"The Godman"
The sword enshrined the ugly, unremarkable atmosphere of a godly man. He had met a person when he was young, almost exactly the same as the person in front of him.
The person came to a halt, the whole body breathed away, and his expression was indifferent.
"Below, Jun Shaoqing!"
Understate the tone, say the most amazing name, the son of Yongye God, the first person of the younger generation, almost invincible under the congenital existence.
The words fell and the sword enshrined the expression slightly changed. This is the worst case. The same is the peak of the day after tomorrow, but he is unsure that he can stop the people in front of him.
"Hand over the birth volume, I will let you go"
Jun Shaoqing swept around, and finally focused on Xia Miaoyu, he felt the breath of a lifetime in a flash for a moment, and if he was not close, he almost ignored the past.
"I don't have what you call the scroll of life, you have found the wrong person," Xia Miaoyu said coldly.
"Then offended"
Jun Shaoqing stopped arguing and moved with his feet. His body disappeared from the spot, and his right hand leaned towards the woman in front of him.
During the crisis, a sword light traversed in front of the two men. The sword enshrined the ancient sword to shed a striking rainbow light to block the steps of the Son of God.
Jun Shaoqing frowned, his body flashed a few afterimages, avoiding the sword light, his left sleeve waved casually, his palm swept to the sword to worship, at the same moment, his footsteps continued, his right hand continued to explore Xia Miaoyu.
"Hum" Xia Miaoyu was not afraid, his hand flicked and hissed, and he squeaked in the air, and he greeted Jun Shaoqing with the same palm.
"Bang"
The two palms confront each other, and Kuang Lan furiously rolls. Under the feet of the two, the ground is cracked, the sand and stones are flying wildly, the awesome power, and the hearts of everyone present.
On the other side, the sword enshrined the sword to take over another palm strength, the body stepped back half a step, the body's blood and tumbling, the dignified color in his eyes was thicker.
In the distance, Ning Chen had already calmed down, and only he knew what Jun Shaoqing said was the volume of life, but his identity was too inconspicuous, and no one would doubt him.
However, what he didn't expect was that the practice given by Mu Chengxue would attract the attention of others, and it was unexpected that someone could sense the breath of this practice.
"Eternal Night God Religion"
Ning Chen looked dignified. He had heard the name of Jun Shaoqing. This person was not unfamiliar throughout Daxia. The son of the God of Eternal Night, the strongest son in thousands of years, only more than twenty years old, but had touched the innate Barriers are hailed as the most likely people in the world.
For this trip, he had learned from Liming about many powerful people in the world, and Jun Shaoqing was one of them.
Liming specifically told him at that time that if he met Jun Shaoqing, there was only one word to escape, even if he knew he could not escape.
The strongest person in the world is not just talking.
The Son of God rarely came out of the temple, but every time he appeared, he left a record that shocked the world.
The strong who have never been defeated are always respectable. Even the people of the eternal night gods, many young people in Daxia are regarded as the targets of lifelong pursuit.
In the battlefield, ten tricks passed in a blink of an eye, and hundreds of feet were swept away. Jun Shaoqing, with one enemy and two enemies, still did not fall down.
Xia Miaoyu and the sword worship are also extraordinary, especially Xia Miaoyu, a pair of slender hands, fierce and merciless, tricky and life-stricken.
Around the three people, the ground was torn and the face was devastated, and the powerful destructive power involved everything around them.
Seeing that the princess shot, the leader of the imprisoned army was afraid of losing, and he bullied with the seven strong men, trying to intervene in the battle of three people.
"Not possible"
The look of the sword worship changed, and it stopped, but it was too late.
"silly"
Jun Shaoqing snorted, raised his eyebrows with anger, raised his hands in one move, and threw the world away, and thundered to cover all sides.
"Dark Thunder"
The astounding move, ditching the changes of the celestial phenomena, shaking the prestige of the world to break the limit of human cognition, but seeing the son of God, the thunder rolls, shaking the world, and the terrifying to tear the space.
"One Feihong, One Sword in the World"
Facing the destructive move, the sword enshrines the whole to be right, the sword moves tremendously, and thousands of swords are transformed into a single move, a ruthless feather that plunders towards the son of God.
"Snow wave sinks"
On the other side, Xia Miaoyu concentrated his mind, his whole body was lifted to the peak, the vitality was surging, the air temperature suddenly fell, and the snowflakes drifted like cold winter.
"boom"
But seeing the three people collide with each other, everything seems to explode, the space is crooked distortedly, the sand is wrath, the waves are turbulent, and the eyes ca n’t be seen. The terrible scene is like the end of the world.
In the distance, Ning Chen was shocked by this incomparable horror, and his cognition was completely destroyed in an instant.
"Manpower can achieve such a point!"
The indescribable shock made him completely change his view on cultivation. It turned out that he always thought that the indifferent martial arts were so powerful, and the dazzling people couldn't move their eyes.
"Uh"
Kuangsha dispersed, the battlefield three people, separated on one side, a moment later, the sword enshrined vermilion vomited, blood stained wasteland.
Xia Miaoyu's body vibrated in his body, and there was a splash of blood in the corners of his mouth. He was obviously injured.
In front of the two, Jun Shaoqing's clothes are a little messy, but the atmosphere around him is still strong enough to make people desperate. The name of the Son of God, UU reading books www.uukanshu. com horrifying.
"The Birth Scroll"
Jun Shaoqing stepped forward, said lightly.
The calm words still did not bring half a threat. However, the powerful oppression was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart. Not far away, the leader of the imperial army and the seven strong men fell into the pool of blood and gradually dispersed the last breath.
"Unable to do" Xia Miaoyu was also aroused with anger and said coldly.
"unfortunately"
Jun Shaoqing sighed, not knowing what he was feeling, and immediately urged the real power, wanting to end this unnecessary battle.
At this moment, far away, a breath of evil to cold flashed over, Jun Shaoqing's expression changed, his true energy converged, his body turned into a streamer, and he flew to the distance with a blink of an eye.
The sudden change made Xia Miaoyu and the sword worship both stunned. At the next moment, Xia Miaoyu regained his spirit and said in a deep voice, "Put camp and set off immediately"
"Yes"
The crowd reacted and immediately started packing up. Between the accounts, a disappointment flashed in the eyes of the emissaries of the True State, but they dared not show it on their faces and bowed their heads to pack up.
It is a pity that if Princess Whisper died in the hands of the of eternal night gods, it would be a great result for the True State.
In this way, it can not only radically intensify the contradiction between Daxia and Yongye Gods, but also give Zhenji Kingdom a reason to repent.
The one who counted the God of Eternal Night God's Son would come, but did not expect that the Son of God would leave for no reason at the last juncture.
Everyone knows that Da Xia's good fortune makes people jealous, but did not expect that even the non-brother-in-law's princess can be contaminated with such great luck.
Every dynasty in the world has all luck, Daxia is the most prosperous, followed by the God of Eternal Night, and the Northern Mongolian King Court ranks third. However, the method of looking for luck, except for the wise and enlightened military division of the Northern Mongolian King Court Almost no one can do it.
Da Xia's luck is always the biggest problem before the world forces ...