Fantasy: My mythical beasts all rely on synthesis

"First take this person to the prison, strictly supervise, Princess Sisi has an order to hide the existence of this person from the outside world, except for those who send some cultivation resources every day, those who approach without authorization will be killed!" The guard who carried Meng Qing said so.

Two figures with only eyes wrapped in their whole bodies walked over, each exuding an aura that belonged to the perfection of a pseudo-god, one left and one right holding Meng Qing's shoulders, and walking towards the other.

Two Extreme True God-level knights stared at him the whole time.

Meng Qing's consciousness was still a little unclear, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't even open his mouth.

The prison that the guards said earlier turned out to be an independent courtyard, where an old man with an expressionless face and dressed as a langzhong was waiting, and when he saw Meng Qing's arrival, he immediately stepped forward, and the moment the two guards' palms left him, his palms were covered, and this seamless technique seemed to be practiced many times in advance.

After waiting for Na Langzhong to check Meng Qing's whole body, one of the knights asked, "How?"

"It's no big deal, he has cultivated some kind of recovery technique, the level is not low, the dark power has not eroded too deeply, and he can recover after cultivating for about three days after expelling that power." Lang Zhong took a pen to write, and finally handed the knight a list.

One of the guards took the list and trotted to work.

Not long after, a large bucket of things with cold air was brought in.

The knight picked up this bucket of things expressionlessly, and with a bang, all of them fell on Meng Qing.

In an instant, Meng Qing, who was originally a little confused, suddenly became sober.

This cold qi actually blocked the spiritual energy in his body!

This feeling is very strange, his consciousness is very clear, and even the process of his whole body is constantly solidifying is clearly perceived, but he just can't stop it.

The forces of darkness that were constantly eroding his body gradually came to a standstill.

The ice dissolved, and finger-sized crystalline insects appeared one after another, climbing Meng Qing's whole body, and then a small mouth, actually tearing his body.

Meng Qing frowned, he had practiced several volumes of body forging, although the physical body was not as good as the top body cultivation, but the spirit weapon under Wang Bing did not want to break through his defenses, but these spirit insects seemed to have no cultivation, and when they tore his body, it was like chewing peanuts!

He could feel the blood draining.

Those spirit insects were devouring his qi and blood.

"Don't be impulsive, the real purpose of these spirit insects is the power of darkness." Fluttershy said.

Meng Qing looked carefully and sure enough found that the dark aura that had become solidified in his body was being slowly devoured by these spirit insects.

Meng Qing was unconscious during this process.

He was like an outsider, quietly watching his body gradually shriveled.

Soon, those spirit insects stopped, their bodies completely turned black, and they fell to the ground and moved.

At this time, the dark power in his body had been completely removed.

One of the knights took out a cloth bag with some small shiny particles in it, and he sprinkled it evenly on Meng Qing, and then gave the order:

"When he breaks free from the ice shackles, give him a small part of the resources to keep him recovered, and no one is allowed to come near except me and the others."

After a rush of footsteps, it became dark and deadly.

Meng Qing tried to drive the spiritual energy in his body, but at this time, he was like a cripple paralyzed from a high position below his neck.

Because of the sealed aura, he can only communicate with the beasts now, and it is basically impossible to summon them.

He looked at the broken ice and cold on his body, and he had some hope, and it didn't look too difficult.

Xu was the knight who sprinkled those particles, and the broken ice on his body melted quickly.

Half an hour before and after, Meng Qing finally insisted on getting out of bed.

He walked slowly around the room, slowly walking along the wall while dispelling the cold in his body with the method of immortality.

He is like a melting iceman, and black particles often fall from his body.

During this period, the gate was opened for a while, and when the warrior saw that Meng Qing had actually recovered most of the time, his eyes could not help but show a little different color, but he didn't say more, but threw a mustard bracelet to him.

That is, the kung fu of opening the door, Meng Qing swept out, and instantly felt that sneaking away basically did not exist here.

There are at least three Ultimate True Gods outside.

And that's just one place, and there's definitely more to the rest!

Although it was a bit of a blow, Meng Qing had to admit that even if he faced those knights in his heyday, he would only have to run!

The gap between the Ultimate True God and the Ultimate True God is equally enormous.

He opened the mustard bracelet, but found that there were ten holy medicines in it.

"It's generous."

Meng Qing scattered the ice chips on his body, and cultivated with this cold qi while using the immortal method.

He slowed down his cultivation speed, and originally wanted to take advantage of this to ask for more resources from outside, but the people who came to send resources were different every time, sometimes every other day, sometimes every two days.

He had been here for seven days and had not seen any repeat people appear.

"Strange, in the past seven days, I have also refined fifty holy medicines, is this Princess Sisi planning to raise me well before starting it?" Meng Qing said to himself, he really couldn't figure out the purpose of the latter.

Xiao Taile, who had long since recovered his life, said:

"I thought of an allusion, Xiaowen, do you say that the master's current situation is considered a golden house Zangjiao?"

Xiaowen gave it a blank look: "Golden House? It's a princess, not so shabby, but I prefer that she has plans to wait until her master recovers to his peak. The

little lady continued to speak without hesitation: "By the way, some time ago I had nothing to peek at the small thesaurus in the master's mind, and found a new word, what is the meat toilet, do you say that this Princess Sisi should not want the master to be her..."

The corners of Meng Qing's mouth twitched wildly, what was the small thesaurus in his mind?

Xiaowen was curious and asked repeatedly: "What is that?" Why does it sound unorthodox?

Meng Qingqiang said with a smile, and at the same time slapped the chattering Xiaotai and shut up:

"Xiaotai said nonsense, in the future, you can treat it as a mental illness, don't pay too much attention to him."

Xiaowen nodded understandingly.

Xiao Tai did not adhere to it: "You see that you still beat me, it is clear that I said that you are in a hurry!" Go back and wait for Brother Chicken to get out of customs, I want to publicize it well! Of course, besides this, what else ... Whew..." Meng

Qing didn't want to listen any longer, and threw it into the cave and applied a few seals before it was finished.

At the same time, he silently wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and said casually: "It's really hot this day..." In

the blink of an eye, another three days passed, during which the person in charge of delivering the elixir did not come again.

On this day, when he was sitting cross-legged in the room to warm up the meridians with the method of immortality, the breath of a large number of strong people suddenly surged in.

Including the knights and guards who had escorted him before, and directly in front of him was Princess Sissi.

Meng Qing felt it slightly, and couldn't help but be shocked.

His feeling below that day was not wrong, Princess Sissi's cultivation was indeed the ultimate true god!

Even the breath released naturally carries a little sense of giving up others, which is a momentum that only the Supreme can cultivate!