Junior Brother Please Don’T Cultivate

In the distance, the surging power of the battlefield can completely shock this side, but there is no devilish energy at all.

Could it be that the old man's Spiritual Qi is too strong, completely shocking the unhealthy spirit?

Chen Ming once again looked at the old man who seemed to be fishing. Although the man was only facing him, he could still feel the bursts of hidden sharpness on his back and the Spiritual Qi spreading around him. And his body seems to be swelling continuously in this Spiritual Qi. He manages everything easily. Then, as steady as Mount Tai, waiting for own to arrive.

This person is absolutely extraordinary, is he also the worldly expert of Hidden World Sect?

Soon the surroundings fell into silence, only the gurgling sound of the river and Chen Ming's long breathing sounded slowly.

Could it be that this elder has fallen asleep in the land of no one?

The war between humans and demons is still going on, and the demons trident has just been repelled, but more and more people are pouring in from the barrier exit, and he has to return to the battlefield and defend the current offensive.

Chen Ming got up, ready to go back. At this time, the old voice appeared again: "Are you still going to go back?"

Chen Ming looked back in surprise. The elder seemed to be staring at himself with that unfathomable back. Before Chen Ming could answer, the voice continued: "Look at your Dantian, how much vitality is there? "

As soon as this remark came out, Chen Ming's vigilance was immediately aroused. He stopped to feel Dantian's power all over his body.

Fuck...how could this happen, if it weren't for the old man's reminder, the body is completely empty at this moment, and True Qi has almost disappeared, and I don't even know it?

This is too illogical. Generally, I have always been aware of the fluctuations of my own vitality. However, there was no movement this time, but an outsider noticed it. Chen Ming looked at the old man by the lake with some surprise, looking forward to his answer.

"This Snow Shadow Knife is no better than an ordinary high-grade weapon. When you have not unlocked its ice secret realm, you can only spend your own True Qi to obtain its ice power, so with the last cut, you will retreat. When the enemy is a demon, his own strength is actually exhausted, so he can't resist this cold energy and is shocked to fly here."

Hearing this explanation from the old man, Chen Ming can basically be sure that this person must have a great connection with the Xueying Knife, and that the heaven-defying force at the time of his desperation should have been sent by him.

Although he didn't pick up the details, Chen Ming still bowed to the old man: "Thank you for the ancestor's life-saving grace!"

At this time, the ancestor officially turned his face sideways for the first time. He wore a white robe, his body was ethereal, his black eyes were as deep as a pool of ancient springs, and his white hair fell on his shoulders, gleaming slightly. There seemed to be a sense of estrangement in the whole person, even if he stood there quietly and looked at it from a distance, there was a coldness and dreadfulness, and it would be blasphemous to look at it more.

Chen Ming looked at those eyes, and was helpless, unable to take a step. Isn't this a god? At this moment, it seems that I can only look up humblely, as if looking up at the bright moon.

"You don't need to hurry back to the battlefield." The ancestor said this lightly. Chen Ming was startled when he heard it and looked at him with incredible eyes.

This old man is clearly at the top of the Cultivation Base and he doesn't take any shots. Now he doesn't let me take any shots. Does he really have the ability to control the overall situation while sitting far away?

"The Demon Race's manpower is increasing. If you don't go back at this time, I am afraid the remaining disciples will not be able to withstand it. If this battlefield is lost, the Demon Race will be opened with a big mouth, and they will attack even more unscrupulously." Chen Ming tried to persuade the ancestors.

"The battlefield will not be defeated without you." The ancestor simply replied a few words, but Chen Ming felt that the momentum was unparalleled, as if everything was within his expectations. Chen Ming didn't say anything, he obeyed the ancestor's arrangement.

Subsequently, the old man transferred the six disciples of Wu Xuanzong through Divine Sense and sent them to the battlefield to guard the battlefield.

On the battlefield at this moment, the dark clouds neighed through the thunder and lightning in the sky, and the blood-red smell was diffused on the noisy ruins. The wailing and sword shadow that had just dissipated were blooming in the wind again, and the piled up remnants were hideous and terrifying, and the thick breath made people almost suffocating.

The three days and three nights of fighting have left the remaining soldiers on both sides dead, the leaders facing each other in front of the battle are exhausted, and the people who sacrificed have turned into bloodshed and misery.

The sound of fighting, shouting, filled the arena, a contest where either you die or I die.

The entire outer area of ​​the Mozu base was full of riots. Groups of black and pressurized troops hurriedly broke through every barrier, causing the exit to burst into turmoil again and again.

Whenever there is such a shock, the morale of the demon soldiers present will be greatly encouraged, because each shock means that there are countless demon strongmen who are exiting at a rapid speed and rushing toward the battlefield.

In the jungle five miles away, it seems to be a paradise. Although the war is raging outside, this place can calm people down inexplicably.

The so-called recuperation is to meditate without taking medicine outside.

Chen Ming doesn’t say anything else, but Medicine Pill doesn’t need anything. For one thing, it has a lot to do with his own experience of cultivating immortals.

In the inexplicable competition, many superb Medicine Pills were produced. Besides, Sect has a Master who teaches himself pill refining. Coupled with the various secret realms of experience, there are many kinds of Medicine Pill on the body, such as those that enhance Magic power, breakthrough bottleneck, treat injuries, and restore vitality. Any one of them may be of great value.

I saw Chen Ming sitting in the Lotus Position, first performed the technique of internal vision, and checked how the Transcends Tribulation fifth-level injury was. This process was quickly completed.

Just as Chen Ming opened his eyes and was about to stretch out his hand to take out the Medicine Pill from his waist, three jade bottles appeared in front of him in the blue light.

I have never seen this kind of jade bottle. A faint green light is wrapped around the jade bottle, and the Medicine Pill inside is shiny and translucent. Needless to say, the Medicine Pill in these three jade bottles must be what this senior is referring to.

Hearing only the slight flick of a finger, the corks of the three jade bottles were opened at the same time. Different scents came out of it.

Although the taste of this Medicine Pill does not have that pungent medicinal taste, it feels more mellow. I saw these few Medicine Pills. They were all round shapes, about the same size as a thumb, but they were different in color. They were lavender, pure white, and dark brown.

No matter in terms of appearance, taste, color or concentration, these are top grades among top grades. If they were seen by the disciples on the battlefield just now, they would all be dumbfounded.

What the old man meant: Did you take it for me?

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