Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

The moment the ink entered his mouth, a strong sour and spicy taste was completely released in his mouth. This taste did not weaken as it entered his mouth, and he could even feel a slight sourness flowing directly into his stomach.

This feeling was vaguely familiar to Zuo Feng. When he fell into the lake that night, he did not know that the lake was an ink pool. At that time, he did not even have the concept of ink.

Now that this taste entered his mouth, it was as if the feeling of suffocation and pain that night came back again, making his face twist unconsciously.

When he took the ink, Yao Qing was constantly observing Zuo Feng's changes. Seeing his distorted expression, she pouted and said, "You are such a big man, how can you not stand such a strange taste? It's so embarrassing."

Zuo Feng did not pay attention to what the other party said, because he really did not have the leisure to care about such a small matter that others looked down on him. This spicy and sour feeling made Zuo Feng understand that there must be a very special substance in it. According to Zuo Feng's understanding of various materials, generally only some special minerals will have a strong sour taste.

The spicy taste is more complicated. In addition to the seasonings used in cooking, only some special medicinal materials will have spicy taste. The spicy taste is even rarer. Most of them carry such a strong spicy taste in some poisons.

Feeling the special taste, Zuo Feng became more cautious in his heart. He did not dare to release it at once, but carefully sent it into his stomach with spiritual energy. If this is really a deadly poison, others may not have any way, but Zuo Feng, as a person with telekinesis, can still wrap up the ink and spray it out of his mouth again in a hurry.

Although some of it will be absorbed in this process, his life is still safe. This is his biggest reliance on taking this ink. Yao Qing did not understand the situation and thought that Zuo Feng was not only brave, but also very trusting of himself.

But in fact, Zuo Feng is not so easy to trust people. If he is so easy to trust others, this little life may have been explained more than ten or twenty times.

The girl in front of him is surnamed Yao. This surname may not mean anything in Ye Lin, but it is rare for people who refine medicine in the Xuanwu Empire to dare to be surnamed Yao. If the woman had a relationship with Yao Lao, it would be fine, but if she had a relationship with Yao Zhen, wouldn't he be sending himself to death?

However, these were just his guesses. Judging from the clues he observed, Yao Zhen probably had no relationship with the woman.

Because when the monsters attacked that night, they didn't care about anyone, or launched an indiscriminate attack on the humans in the valley. Under such an attack, coupled with Yao Zhen's cultivation level not being very strong among those people, it would be easy for him to lose his life under the crazy attack of the monsters.

If these were really controlled by the monster called Xiao Miao, it shouldn't be so careless about Yao Zhen who had a relationship with the girl, so Zuo Feng deduced that there should be no connection between the two.

After the ink entered the abdomen, it did not dissipate immediately as Zuo Feng judged. This was not because Zuo Feng completely locked the ink with spiritual energy, but because the ink seemed to be not easily absorbed by people.

Just when Zuo Feng felt a little puzzled, suddenly some inconspicuous corners of his body slowly seeped out tiny black substances. These tiny substances are too small to be found under normal circumstances, because they have been integrated with the body. Even if Zuo Feng has telekinesis, he cannot find these substances deep in his body.

The moment he saw these substances appear, Zuo Feng felt his scalp tingling. Because he thought that if he really left here without caring, the longer these black substances were combined with his body, the harder it would be to remove them. At the same time, the girl also said that it would cause permanent and irreversible damage to the warrior's body.

His body has been tempered with countless risks and has undergone countless opportunities to become so strong now. It can be said that in addition to the beast soul, his transformed body is also his greatest treasure. If he really leaves his body with potential threats like this, Zuo Feng will feel scared when he thinks about it.

He originally had other thoughts. When he felt that his body had almost recovered, Zuo Feng thought about whether he should leave as soon as possible. But on the one hand, it was unreasonable to do so. The other party saved his name, but he left without saying goodbye. This also violated Zuo Feng's principle of repaying favors.

In addition, this place is very special, and there is no known potential threat. When he first came in, in addition to the detailed path that Zhuang Yu told him, there was also a component of his own luck. Now that he has discovered the wonders of the valley, he has no confidence that he can choose any direction to leave smoothly.

Recalling these now, Zuo Feng has to admit that his one thought difference may have given him a great opportunity.

Those black tiny substances appeared from all parts of the body around the organs, and seemed to be attracted to the location of the organs. Brother Zuo Feng tried to wrap them with telekinesis, but found that it did not work for these tiny substances at all, and even his spiritual power showed signs of being absorbed by the other party.

This discovery made Zuo Feng believe in his heart that it was indeed as the girl said, and the only way to save himself was probably the ink refined by the girl.

The ink seemed to be motionless in the internal organs, and did not spread to the law. It even remained in the mansion as if nothing happened. Zuo Feng just quietly observed the tiny black substances that were so small that they could not be seen entering his stomach, and finally merged with the small cup of ink.

This process is slow, but it is actually quite fast. After the ink absorbed the black substance, there was no change at first, but after absorbing more and more, it began to become more and more active, like a small animal that had come back to life.

The large ball of ink began to have tentacles extending outward, and then it continued to change into various shapes, and even wandered around in Zuo Feng's stomach, as if observing the environment here. Zuo Feng was secretly shocked when he saw this scene, but what made him feel a little relieved was that this large ball of ink was different from the previous small substances.

The small substances would not be disturbed by their own spiritual power, but would absorb their own spiritual power, and even the influence of telekinesis on them would not be very large.

However, after these small black substances were absorbed by the ink, the ink would be controlled by the spiritual power, thus limiting the area of ​​activity. In this way, black substances were constantly drawn out and then absorbed little by little, just like a magnet attracting tiny metal balls to itself.

Zuo Feng kept observing the changes in his stomach. Yao Qing observed for a while at first, and when she saw Zuo Feng's expression becoming very serious, she slowly became calm and then ignored it.

She seemed to be more interested in Ni Feng, and more than half of the medicine bowl in her hand had been poured out. Ni Feng absorbed quickly at the beginning, but the speed of absorption became slower and slower later. Yao Qing had to slow down the speed of pouring at this time, so that Ni Feng could fully absorb and not waste any drop of ink.

At this time, Ni Feng was extremely happy, with a face that was extremely intimate with the girl, although he could not see his appearance in the blood cocoon. But Zuo Feng could imagine the appearance of Ni Feng making him nauseous at this time.

However, Zuo Feng heard the conversation between the two of them clearly, and knew that Ni Feng was not excited about absorbing the ink. The girl seemed very curious and asked many questions, but they were all about the situation in the Tianping Mountains and Nifeng's past.

Zuo Feng didn't know much about Nifeng's past. It was impossible for Nifeng not to answer the questions asked by the girl, but what he said was a bit vague. As far as Zuo Feng knew, at least nine out of ten sentences of Nifeng were not true. It seemed that he enjoyed lying.

Yao Qing naturally spoke directly. Because Nifeng was in the blood cocoon, he could only communicate in the form of some mental fluctuations. It seemed that Nifeng's fluctuations were deliberately released so that Zuo Feng could hear everything he said.

Thinking carefully, Zuo Feng understood what the little guy was thinking. He could clearly know everything the other party said, so that if the girl asked him, he would not have different calibers.

Time passed slowly, and Zuo Feng found that the ink in his abdomen had been almost absorbed. However, Zuo Feng also felt that there was still black matter in his body, but this ink could only absorb the matter around the abdomen, so that the black matter in other parts could not be absorbed at all.

Seeing this situation, Zuo Feng also understood why the girl said it would take five days. At this rate, if it was absorbed once a day, it would indeed take five days. He didn't understand why it could only be done once a day, but since the other party said so, he believed that she had her reasons.

Finding that the ink could no longer be absorbed, Zuo Feng began to wrap the ink with spiritual energy and began to discharge it in the opposite direction. Since it was discharged in the opposite direction, the direction it would naturally go was to spit it out from the mouth, which was also the fastest and safest way.

But just when Zuo Feng tried to push it out with his mental power, the ink suddenly became restless, as if this was its home, and it was not willing to leave easily.

The two sides suddenly fell into a tug-of-war. Zuo Feng didn't dare to let such a strange thing occupy the magpie's nest, and he also used his spiritual power to push it.