Cultivation of Immortality

"Did you screw up?" Zhui'er opened his eyes and looked at Wuji with a mocking look on his face.

"Of course I know how to get out. I came in just to strangle you to death with my own hands." Wuji continued to fumble forward with his eyes closed. This time, his tone was lower, but also more sinister, as if he was very confident.

"Then you should take out a knife in advance. Cutting me into pieces with a thousand cuts will relieve your hatred." Zhui'er said a little seriously, and then added, "Crushing me to pieces would also relieve your hatred, but it takes a lot of effort and trouble. A hand full of blood."

Wuji fell silent. He also felt that he was moving away from Zhui'er, so he started to turn back. He wanted to go back the way he came and then find a way from the other side, but he didn't know whether it was because the maze was too weird or because his abilities were greatly reduced after losing his cultivation level. Because of this, he couldn't tell the way before he had gone very far.

"Hi! I'm over here. Come over here and pinch me. My skin is itching." Zhui'er felt Wuji approaching and couldn't help but yelled again in a panic.

Closer! Closer! Only three or four feet away! This was only the distance of an ice wall. Zhui'er ran away without even thinking about moving a step. He was not a good man. As soon as he turned around two ice walls, Zhui'er was horrified to see Wuji charging towards him with a grin on his face!

This was not a shadow, because the next moment his neck tightened, and Wuji's breath thickened by excitement sprayed onto his face.

"I finally caught you, little bastard!" Wuji said through gritted teeth, not to mention the joy he felt.

Zhui'er was pinched so hard that his neck was about to break. He struggled wildly with weak hands and feet and rolled his eyes after a while. Suddenly, he felt a pain in his ribs as Wuji hit him hard with his knee. With a clicking sound, His ribs were broken, and then he was thrown heavily to the ground. The suffocation and the severe pain of the broken bones made Zhui'er gasp for air like a dying fish, completely losing the power to resist. .

Wuji took off his belt and tied up his feet, then slapped him hard and said with a ferocious smile, "I'm going to make you crazy! How dare you fuck your grandpa Wuji even before his hair is fully grown." You guys from Zixiao Palace are acting wild in front of you, and you guys are fighting against each other. Gu Yunzhan and Pei Yuan, these two bastards, are not as good as you!" He thought of Xun Yi again.

This slap made Zhui'er's head, which was already dizzy from suffocation, buzz and the burning pain was gone. But this humiliation made Zhui'er punch Wuji like crazy and scream in his mouth. He said, "Kill me! I will fight with you!"

Wuji easily blocked Zhui'er's flailing fists, waved his hand and slapped him again. Looking at Zhui'er's face twisted in pain due to the broken bones, he said with pleasure, "Kill you? It's not that cheap, let's I promised to crush you bit by bit, and asked, "My uncle, Master Shangji, was killed by Xinxie. If you answer me honestly, you will suffer less pain." He said and put his hand on Zhuo'er. On the broken bone under the ribs.

The heart-wrenching pain made Zhui'er's forehead covered with large beads of sweat. He clenched his teeth and remained silent, breathing rapidly through his nose, his breath coming thickly.

Wuji saw that he couldn't use force, so he clapped his hands and stood up, with a disdainful smile on his face and said, "Go on, answer my questions truthfully, and I will let you go. No matter how bastard you are, you are just a few people after all." A hundred-year-old child, I, a person who is thousands of years old, don’t have to worry about a kid like you.”

"Your grandpa, I..." Zhui'er stopped in the middle of scolding him. He wouldn't do something stupid like asking for trouble. Because Wuji said that he was a child who violated his taboo, so he couldn't help it. I want to scold him back, scold me

He stopped halfway and lay down on the bone-chilling ice. The cold helped him calm down.

"Don't toast or eat the fine wine. I'll ask you again, did Xinxie kill my uncle?" Wuji saw that Zhui'er didn't dare to scold him. He thought that Zhui'er believed his words, so he softened his tone. Some, he had many questions to ask Zhui'er, such as the origin of the piece containing the Heavenly Thunder Spirit Treasure, and their method of tracking him, so he had to find a way to get Zhui'er to cooperate.

Zhui'er closed his eyes and raised his right hand and nodded at Wuji. Wuji frowned in confusion. He didn't know that he just turned around in front of the gate of hell, and Zhui'er was using his volley finger. As for magical powers, it's a pity that this trick is not effective.

Zhui'er opened her eyes and saw that Wuji was safe and sound, and couldn't help but point at him again anxiously.

"What are you doing?" Wuji seemed to sense something was wrong and dodged for a moment.

"Help me up and I'll show you something." Zhui'er gasped.

"What?" Wuji lifted him by the collar and carried him to the ice wall, letting him lean against it.

"In here... there is your spiritual treasure, and..." Zhui'er said as he took out a Qiankun bag from under his Taoist robe, and pointed the mouth of the bag at Wuji.

"What else?" Wuji stopped his outstretched hand. Since Zhui'er had already surrendered, he couldn't be too rough.

"And...my spiritual treasure, hahahaha, you saw it!" By the time he said the second half of the sentence, Wuji had already been put into it. No spiritual power was needed to use the fairy treasure. Zhui'er had lost all his cultivation at this moment. , not sure whether he could use this Qiankun Bag, so he coaxed Wuji into making enough preparations.

"Can you hear me?" Zhui'er tried his best to mobilize his spiritual consciousness to check the situation in the Qiankun Bag. Divine consciousness is soul breath, and mortals also have it, but it is weaker. Monks can cultivate their spiritual consciousness to become stronger, and they can also It can be supplemented by spiritual power to produce many wonderful functions. Naturally, these many wonderful functions cannot be used when the cultivation level is lost. However, the spiritual consciousness originally accompanies the two souls to swim outside the body. When the spiritual power is not condensed, they are scattered around the body. In addition, this is the reason why immortal treasures can be used without any cultivation.

As his mind wandered, Zhui'er could clearly see the situation inside the Qiankun Bag. He saw Wuji's frightened look and heard Wuji's shouts.

"Where is this? What's going on? Tell me clearly!"

"Can you hear me?" Zhui'er asked again. He usually speaks spiritually, but now that he has lost his cultivation, I don't know if he can convey these words just by spreading his spiritual consciousness.

"Hear, tell me what method you are using." Wuji originally wanted to get the ink heart awl hanging in the air first, but in order to reassure Zhui'er, he stopped and used it to deal with Zhui'er. Without using the spirit treasure, the most important thing was to ask what was going on. The only thing that made him feel safer was that his cultivation level had recovered.

"Hahaha, bastard, now you're in my hands, haha... hiss..." Zhui'er grinned in pain while he was laughing. The pain from his broken bone made him curse angrily, "Son of a bitch." ! You broke my bones, I must kill you!"

Without saying a word, Wuji flew up and took the Mo Xin Cone in his hand. He heard that this boy would not let him go lightly. After taking the Mo Xin Cone, he stared at the water hundreds of feet away. Tingjian.

s:Additional supplement?heenoy?Senior brother’s reward. "Did you screw up?" Zhui'er opened his eyes and looked at Wuji with a mocking look on his face.

"Of course I know how to get out. I came in just to strangle you to death with my own hands." Wuji continued to fumble forward with his eyes closed. This time, his tone was lower, but also more sinister, as if he was very confident.

"Then you should take out a knife in advance. Cutting me into pieces with a thousand cuts will relieve your hatred." Zhui'er said a little seriously, and then added, "Crushing me to pieces would also relieve your hatred, but it takes a lot of effort and trouble. A hand full of blood."

Wuji fell silent. He also felt that he was moving away from Zhui'er, so he started to turn back. He wanted to go back the way he came and then find a way from the other side, but he didn't know whether it was because the maze was too weird or because his ability was greatly reduced after losing his cultivation level. Because of this, he couldn't tell the way before he had gone very far.

"Hi! I'm over here. Come over here and pinch me. My skin is itching." Zhui'er felt Wuji approaching and couldn't help but yelled again in a panic.

Closer! Closer! Only three or four feet away! This was only the distance of an ice wall. Zhui'er ran away without even thinking about moving a step. He was not a good man. As soon as he turned around two ice walls, Zhui'er was horrified to see Wuji charging towards him with a grin on his face!

This was not a shadow, because the next moment his neck tightened, and Wuji's breath thickened by excitement sprayed onto his face.

"I finally caught you, little bastard!" Wuji said through gritted teeth, not to mention the joy he felt.

Zhui'er was pinched so hard that his neck was almost broken. He struggled wildly with weak hands and feet and rolled his eyes after a while. Suddenly, he felt a pain in his ribs as Wuji hit him hard with his knee. With a clicking sound, His ribs were broken, and then he was thrown heavily to the ground. The suffocation and the severe pain of the broken bones made Zhui'er gasp for air like a dying fish, completely losing the power to resist. .

Wuji took off his belt and tied up his feet, then slapped him hard, and said with a ferocious smile, "I'm going to make you crazy! How dare you fuck your grandpa Wuji even before his hair is fully grown?" You guys from Zixiao Palace are acting wild in front of you, and you guys are fighting against each other. Gu Yunzhan and Pei Yuan, these two bastards, are not as good as you!" He thought of Xun Yi again. ??

This slap made Zhui'er's head, which was already dizzy from suffocation, buzz and the burning pain was gone. But this humiliation made Zhui'er punch Wuji like crazy and scream in his mouth. He said, "Kill me! I will fight with you!"

Wuji easily blocked Zhui'er's flailing fists, waved his hand and slapped him again. Looking at Zhui'er's face twisted in pain due to the broken bones, he said with pleasure, "Kill you? It's not that cheap, let's I promised to crush you bit by bit, and asked, "My uncle, Master Shangji, was killed by Xinxie. If you answer me honestly, you will suffer less pain." He said and put his hand on Zhuo'er. On the broken bone under the ribs.

The heart-wrenching pain made Zhui'er's forehead covered with large beads of sweat. He clenched his teeth and remained silent, breathing rapidly through his nose, his breath coming thickly.

Wuji saw that he couldn't use force, so he clapped his hands and stood up, with a disdainful smile on his face and said, "Go on, answer my questions truthfully, and I will let you go. No matter how bastard you are, you are just a few people after all." A hundred-year-old child, I, a person who is thousands of years old, can’t argue with a kid like you.”

"Your grandpa, I..." Zhui'er stopped in the middle of scolding him. He wouldn't do something stupid like asking for trouble. Because Wuji said that he was a child who violated his taboo, so he couldn't help it. I want to scold him back, scold me

He stopped halfway and lay down on the bone-chilling ice. The cold helped him calm down.

"Don't toast or eat the fine wine. I'll ask you again, did Xinxie kill my uncle?" Wuji saw that Zhui'er didn't dare to scold him. He thought that Zhui'er believed his words, so he softened his tone. He had many questions to ask Zhui'er, such as the origin of the piece containing the Heavenly Thunder Spirit Treasure, and their method of tracking him, so he had to find a way to get Zhui'er to cooperate.

Zhui'er closed his eyes and raised his right hand and nodded at Wuji. Wuji frowned in confusion. He didn't know that he just turned around in front of the gate of hell, and Zhui'er was using his volley finger. As for magical powers, it's a pity that this trick is not effective.

Zhui'er opened her eyes and saw that Wuji was safe and sound, and couldn't help but point at him again anxiously.

"What are you doing?" Wuji seemed to sense something was wrong and dodged for a moment.

"Help me up and I'll show you something." Zhui'er gasped.

"What?" Wuji lifted him by the collar and carried him to the ice wall, letting him lean against it.

"In here... there is your spiritual treasure, and..." Zhui'er said as he took out a Qiankun bag from under his Taoist robe, and pointed the mouth of the bag at Wuji.

"What else?" Wuji stopped his outstretched hand. Since Zhui'er had already surrendered, he couldn't be too rough.

"And...my spiritual treasure, hahahaha, you saw it!" By the time he said the second half of the sentence, Wuji had already been put into it. No spiritual power was needed to use the fairy treasure. Zhui'er had lost all his cultivation at this moment. , not sure whether he could use this Qiankun Bag, so he coaxed Wuji into making enough preparations.

"Can you hear me?" Zhui'er tried his best to mobilize his spiritual consciousness to check the situation in the Qiankun Bag. Divine consciousness is soul breath, and mortals also have it, but it is weaker. Monks can cultivate their spiritual consciousness to become stronger, and they can also It can be supplemented by spiritual power to produce many wonderful functions. Naturally, these many wonderful functions cannot be used when the cultivation level is lost. However, the spiritual consciousness originally accompanies the two souls to swim outside the body. When the spiritual power is not condensed, they are scattered around the body. In addition, this is the reason why immortal treasures can be used without any cultivation.

As his mind wandered, Zhui'er could clearly see the situation inside the Qiankun Bag. He saw Wuji's frightened look and heard Wuji's shouts.

"Where is this? What's going on? Tell me clearly!"

"Can you hear me?" Zhui'er asked again. He usually speaks spiritually, but now that he has lost his cultivation, I don't know if he can convey these words just by spreading his spiritual consciousness.

"Hear, tell me what method you are using." Wuji originally wanted to get the ink heart awl hanging in the air first, but in order to reassure Zhui'er, he stopped and used it to deal with Zhui'er. Without using the spirit treasure, the most important thing was to ask what was going on first. The only thing that made him feel safer was that his cultivation level had recovered.

"Hahaha, bastard, now you're in my hands, haha... hiss..." Zhui'er grinned in pain while he was laughing. The pain from his broken bone made him curse angrily, "Son of a bitch." ! You broke my bones, I must kill you!"

Without saying a word, Wuji flew up and took the Mo Xin Cone in his hand. He heard that this boy would not let him go lightly. After taking the Mo Xin Cone, he stared at the water hundreds of feet away. Tingjian.

s:Additional supplement?heenoy?Senior brother’s reward.