Junior Brother Please Don’T Cultivate

The sense of deterrence fell across the sky.

Chen Ming didn't seem to know what he was daring to, and pointed his finger at the black robe, and at the same time, the phantom of Fa Xiang was always covered.

Inevitably, Chen Ming's encounter instantly turned around with the black robe.

"How can it be!"

"He is just a kid at the Cultivation Base, how can he have such a great ability!"

"Taiqing Faxiang!"

And the fear at this moment caused Hei Robo's body to tremble involuntarily, and the fear from the bottom of his heart was not counted, but it was even more physically fragmented.

It's as if you are an ant and you will be pinched to death immediately!

However, this is the fact, Ren Heipao didn't believe it, and couldn't change the situation in front of him.

Chen Ming was still in a trance, but he didn't know that blood was flowing out of his mouth and nose, and the wound on his chest was even more bloody, and he couldn't tell whether there was still a piece of intact skin.

"laugh--!"

Chen Ming choked on his own blood, and the blood that gushed out from the inside was even more, as if his body had reached the limit of collapse.

One finger!

Arrived!

It seems slow, but for Chen Ming, the time is stretched wirelessly, but in fact it is less than half a minute.

The coercion collapsed, and the black-robed high priest mobilized the whole body, but to no avail.

Crashed into powder and blood mist floating in the air.

Seeing that the black robe was beheaded, the rest of the congregation didn't dare to go to Chen Ming. At this moment, Chen Ming had no power to fight back. He could beheaded with a single tap, and fled.

The black robe was cut for an instant, and the two eyeballs gleamed for a while, directly out of the frame, and flew into the two eyes in the inner circle of the formation.

The broken blood sacrificial formation suddenly seemed to be half filled with fresh blood and twisted upside down.

The plan was ruined and his death disappeared, which the black robe never expected.

It was caused by the young man in front of him, and since he was about to die, he had to take his last breath to draw the person in front of him!

Rage, hatred!

In the end, it was all unwilling, blended into the eyes, and flew into the eyes.

Forcibly converted the summoned blood sacrifice array into a channel array leading to the demons.

The black robe was cut, and the blood sacrificial formation was half destroyed.

"No--!" As if the roar from The Underworld, exclaimed from the central pit in the formation.

In the thick black blood mist of the war, there was already a huge hand grabbing application. Because of Chen Ming's destruction, the big hand grabbing was abruptly cut off by the formation, falling to the ground and turning into a pool of black and red blood.

The stench is extremely fishy.

At this moment, Chen Ming's footsteps are floating in the air, floating in the air like a ghost, his eyes are still out of focus, and the pain in his whole body has pulled his consciousness back a little.

The Taiqing Faxiang is still in substance at this moment, as if a patron saint half standing in the air, overlooking the mortal creatures.

It wasn't until the giant hand turned into blood that it gradually dispersed.

"Cough--!" Grass.

Chen Ming couldn't say a word, and fell directly on the ground.

Blood was constantly flowing out of various wounded parts. At this moment, Chen Ming had full consciousness, and his eyes had regained light, but his whole body could not move, and he could watch himself bleeding.

I am not going to die like this.

The blood flowed more and more, and Chen Ming panicked.

I want to take out a Medicine Pill out of the ring, but my muscles cramp and I can't control it at all.

It seems that after a century, Chen Ming may feel that his own blood is about to drain away, and when he feels dizzy, and feels cold all over, he finally trembles with his two fingers, holding a Medicine Pill, and stuffing it into his mouth.

The Medicine Pill was imported and transformed, and Chen Ming didn’t care what he was eating and fell on the ground. He only felt a trace of Spirit Power rushing into his body. After feeling a little alive, he frantically took out a lot of Medicine Pill and went straight. Put it in your mouth.

After another half an hour, Chen Ming finally felt that Medicine Pill had replenished the over-worn Spirit Power a little bit.

"Fortunately, I usually save a little, otherwise I have to explain here."

Having just experienced life and death, Chen Ming didn't think much about other things.

At this moment everything settled, and I felt that I was too weak after all.

"Brothers, as long as there is a person here, I am afraid that it is not the situation of owning."

Then, even in the state of frequent death just now, Chen Ming just beeped his mouth, and never thought of using the summoning circle to summon the brother or the Master.

Because he understands that he has to rely on himself for everything. Only when he is unreliable can he ask the Master brothers for help.

Chen Ming didn't know, if he knew that Chen Ming had such an idea, the Master brothers would only run faster.

Sometimes Chen Ming also faintly felt that the Master's Cultivation Base was a little strange, as if the same door did not pass through.

However, since the beginning of the Qingshan Sect, the Master's care for Own is so true and comfortable, which makes Chen Ming reach such a preconceived and blind self-confidence state for Own.

Some subtle differences were directly ignored by Chen Ming.

Perfect to miss all kinds of opportunities to discover the truth.

"Hey, I'm still too weak as expected, I can hardly get up in a big battle."

Chen Ming felt his physical strength regained a bit, moved his limbs a bit, and finally got a real feeling of being alive.

No matter who it is, if he hears Chen Ming spit on himself like this, I am afraid that he will die on the spot.

Are you just a big fight?

That's the cultivator of the Mahayana period!

In the Mahayana period, it is not the hairy boy from the Foundation Building just now, but the old monster in the Mahayana period!

It was all pressured by you, so what do you want?

Leaving aside these things for the time being, Chen Ming has a new understanding of Taoism.

Maybe when everything is empty.

Vacancy is emptiness, emptiness is nothing, nothing seems to exist and nothing, without self, impossible, without way, a Realm where there is nothing but everything seems to be all.

The comprehension is only a moment, and the feeling is fleeting.

Chen Ming quickly grasped the feeling of instant empowerment, got up and sat down in the Lotus Position.

Want to enter the Meditation state.

The blood mist in the forest is still floating in the air, and will not dissipate for a while, but the treacherous daring has disappeared, leaving only pure blood mist. Chen Ming didn't feel evil, so he didn't intend to take care of it.

However, at this moment, the large formation covered by the black robe finally completed a week of operation and started to start.

"Bah--!"

A burst of red light appeared in the large array in the ruins.

Chen Ming opened his eyes.

"What's the matter? Has the formation not been destroyed yet?"

Chen Ming was puzzled, and the Nine Tribulations Sword flew with one hand. Chen Ming stepped on it and slowly lifted into the air. After all, Spirit Power has not yet recovered, and it is still difficult to fly the Royal Sword smoothly.

The Nine Tribulations Sword swayed and lifted Chen Ming into the air.

Chen Ming leaned over to take a look.

"Fuck, what kind of formation is this, why have I never seen it before!"

Chen Ming was about to go down to check with his sword. Before Chen Ming could get closer to check, or even change the formation, a huge suction came, Chen Ming was shocked and caught off guard, the Nine Tribulations Sword Spirit Power swayed and fell directly into the air.

"Grass, what the hell!"

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