In the middle of the night, Xia Miaoyu had already left, Ning Chen sat in the tent and began to cultivate, suddenly, on his chest, a trace of blood-stained golden paper flew out, blooming with dazzling golden light, and the next moment, the golden paper turned into a streamer and submerged into the sea of dantian qi, standing still in the cyclone of true qi condensation, and no longer motionless. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sudden change made Ning Chen startled, and he tried hard to urge his true qi but couldn't force out the golden paper, and in desperation, after exploring his body and finding that there was nothing unusual, he could only temporarily suppress his worries.

Just as Ning Chen was running his true qi and preparing to continue his cultivation, he found that silver fonts flew out of the golden paper, and immediately accompanied the true qi running in the meridians, and after a week, they quietly disappeared.

In the next moment, Ning Chen had a lot of illusory images in his mind, and when he looked at it, it was actually the cultivation method of most of the remaining words on the golden paper.

"What is this?"

Ning Chen's expression suddenly became extremely ugly, such an exercise was too strict, and there was no even need to practice.

Most of the paper, the recorded text is just a trick, and after it is used up, the work is wasted, and there is no life.

"This is really just a step to strengthen the body"

Ning Chen smiled helplessly, the small half of the text in front of him only recorded the method of true qi cultivation, and it was not easy to understand the remaining words, but it was still unusable.

Presumably, when Du Chengxue gave him this exercise, he didn't expect this to be the case.

To practice or not to practice, this is the only question in front of him.

In fact, he didn't have anything to think about, because other than that, he wouldn't have any other cultivation methods.

Regardless of any exercise, the mental method and the moves are complementary to each other, and cultivating the true qi alone has no other use than to increase the quality of the true qi.

Moves need true qi to assist, when cultivating, the improvement of true qi can not be ignored, many times, martial artists will practice moves alone, not paying much attention to the cultivation of the mind, because most of the operation of the move will help condense the true qi.

There are not many near-pure mental methods like those on golden paper.

"Let's practice"

Ning Chen sighed softly, then closed his eyes, and began to practice this purely "life-playing" move according to the illusory image in his mind.

He knew very well that if he was forced to use this trick one day, whether he lived or died might not be the first thing.

A moment later, inside the tent, a faint silver light loomed, and around Ning Chen, pieces of frost condensed, floated down from the air, and after falling to the ground, they quietly disappeared.

At the same time, both Sword Offering and Xia Miaoyu were sensitive, and they opened their eyes to look at the tent where Ning Chen was.

"It seems that there is something I don't know about yet" Xia Miaoyu's eyes narrowed and said softly.

Such a fluctuation of true qi should never be owned by a newcomer of the first rank of martial arts, although it is not a threat to her, but it is beyond the tolerance of ordinary martial arts second or even third grades.

"It's going to break through" After a while, a gleam flashed in the eyes of the old man of the sword worship, and he said hoarsely.

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, outside the tent where Ning Chen was, the aura gathered wildly, pouring into it like a tide.

"What a big move"

At this moment, many masters in the forbidden army also noticed it, and they all looked in the direction of the surging aura, watching this movement, it was almost equivalent to the fluctuation when the three-rank powerhouse broke through.

"That's it, I'll help him once"

Xia Miaoyu's expression condensed slightly, and with a wave of his hand, a vast True Yuan flew out, sweeping straight towards the tent where Ning Chen was.

Almost at the same moment, in the direction of the sword enshrinement, a sword qi flew out and also submerged into Ning Chen's tent.

The two powerhouses at the peak of the day after tomorrow made a move, and the true yuan was as vast as the sea, and they simply turned the chaotic heaven and earth aura into a clear stream and rolled it into Ning Chen's body, and after a while, the chaos stopped and returned to calm.

The painful expression on Ning Chen's face gradually faded, and his cultivation finally stabilized to the second grade of the day after tomorrow.

The realm was stable, and Ning Chen was about to calm down the breath around him, when at this moment, in the distance of the earth, an unsinkable footstep slowly came.

The sword offering and Xia Miaoyu's expressions were all condensed, and they stepped out of the tent one step at a time, and looked at the figure slowly coming in the distance.

The forbidden soldiers present also felt the incomparable aura of martial artists, and looked at the comers with solemn expressions.

In the night, a purple dress hunting in the wind, an indifferent atmosphere, a calm footstep, although the face is young, but there is a grandmaster style, so that everyone feels the powerful oppression.

"People of God's Religion"

The sword worship has an ugly face, undisguised aura peculiar to the people of the Divine Cult, he once met a person when he was young, and the aura of the person in front of him is almost identical.

The person who came stopped, the breath around him swayed, and his expression was indifferent.

"Below, Jun Shaoqing!"

In an understated tone, he said the most amazing name, the son of the god of the Eternal Night God Cult, the first person of the younger generation, and an almost invincible existence under the innate.

When the words fell, the sword worship's expression changed slightly, this is the worst case, it is also the peak of the day after tomorrow, but he is not sure that he can stop the person in front of him.

"Hand in the scroll of birth, and I will let you go"

Jun Shaoqing swept around, and finally fixed his eyes on Xia Miaoyu, he only felt a trace of the breath of the scroll of life for a moment, if it wasn't close, he almost ignored the past.

"I don't have your so-called life scroll on me, you have found the wrong person" Xia Miaoyu's eyes were cold, and she said.

"Then it is offended"

Jun Shaoqing no longer argued, his feet moved, his body suddenly disappeared from the spot, and his right hand reached out to the woman in front of him.

In the middle of the crisis, a sword light crossed in front of the two of them, and the sword was unsheathed, drawing an astonishing rainbow light, blocking the footsteps of the son of the god.

Jun Shaoqing frowned, a few afterimages flashed on his body, avoiding the sword light, his left sleeve waved at will, and his palm swept towards the sword to worship, at the same moment, his footsteps did not stop, and his right hand continued to reach Xia Miaoyu.

"Hmph" Xia Miaoyu was not afraid, his slender hand swiped, and he hissed through the air, and with the same palm, he greeted Jun Shaoqing.

"Bang"

The palms clashed, the wild lan rolled angrily, under the feet of the two, the earth cracked, the sand and gravel flew wildly, and the terrifying power shocked the hearts of everyone present.

On the other side, the sword worshipper raised the sword and took another palm, his body took half a step back, the qi and blood in his body were churning, and the solemn color in his eyes was even stronger.

In the distance, Ning Chen had already reined in his true qi, and he was the only one present who knew what the scroll of life was in Jun Shaoqing's mouth, but his identity was too inconspicuous for anyone to suspect him.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that the exercise given to him by Twilight Chengxue would attract the attention of others, and he didn't expect that someone could sense the breath of this exercise.

"Cult of the Eternal Night"

Ning Chen's expression was solemn, he had heard the name of Jun Shaoqing, this person was not a stranger in the entire Great Xia, the son of the Eternal Night God, the strongest god son in the past thousand years, only more than twenty years old, but he had already touched the innate barrier, and was known as the most likely person in the world to enter the innate person.

For this trip, he learned a lot of news from Lime about the world's powerhouses, and this Jun Shaoqing was one of them.

Lime specially told him at that time that if he met Jun Shaoqing, there was only one word, escape, even if he knew that he couldn't escape, he would flee.

The strongest person in the world is not just talking.

The Son of God rarely leaves the temple, but every time he appears, he leaves behind a record that shocks the world.

A strong man who has never been defeated is always respected, even if he is a member of the Eternal Night God Cult, many young people in Great Xia regard it as the goal of their life.

In the middle of the battlefield, more than a dozen moves have passed in the blink of an eye, and hundreds of zhang away, Jun Shaoqing is one enemy and two, and he still does not fall behind, beckoning and falling, and the vast true qi suppresses everything.

Xia Miaoyu and sword worship are also extraordinary, especially Xia Miaoyu, a pair of slender hands, ruthless and ruthless, and the move is urgent, and he does not leave the vital point.

Around the three of them, the earth was shattered and devastated, and the powerful destructive force swept everything around them into it.

Seeing the princess make a move, the leader of the forbidden army was worried about the loss, and stepped forward with the seven strong men, wanting to intervene in the battle of the three.

"No"

The sword worship's expression changed, and he shouted, however, it was too late.

"Stupid"

Jun Shaoqing snorted coldly, raised his eyebrows angrily, raised his hand, and caused the heavens and the earth to change, the thunder covered all sides, and in the fury of the wind, the seven strong men and the leader of the forbidden army snorted several times, and flew out with a bang.

"Dark Thunder"

The shocking move, the ditch changes the heavens, and the power of shaking the world breaks the limit of human cognition, but in the hands of the son of God, the thunder is rolling, shaking the heavens and the earth, and the power is terrifying to tear the space apart.

"A flying feather, a sword in heaven and earth"

In the face of the move of destruction, the sword is dedicated to the gods, the sword moves to fly, and thousands of sword shadows turn into one move, and one feather is ruthless, plundering towards the son of God.

"The Snow Wave Sinks"

On the other side, Xia Miaoyu contemplated, the whole body was raised to the peak, the true qi surged, the air temperature suddenly dropped, and the snowflakes scattered, like a cold winter coming.

"Boom"

But seeing the three of them touching each other, Vientiane seemed to explode, the space was wildly distorted, the sand was furious, the waves shook the sky, and the terrifying scene was like the end of heaven and earth.

In the distance, Ning Chen was shocked by this incomparably terrifying image, and his mental cognition was instantly destroyed.

"Manpower, it can reach such a point!"

The indescribable shock made him completely change his view of cultivation, it turned out that he had always thought that the indifferent martial arts were so strong that people couldn't take their eyes off them.

"Ugh"

The wild sand dispersed, and the three people on the battlefield were separated from each other, and after a while, the sword was enshrined in a mouthful of vermilion, and blood stained the wasteland.

Xia Miaoyu's true qi in her body vibrate, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, obviously suffering a lot of injuries.

In front of the two, Jun Shaoqing's clothes were a little messy, but the aura around him was still so strong that it made people desperate, and the name of the Son of God was terrifying.

"Handing over the Birth Scroll"

Jun Shaoqing took half a step forward and said lightly.

The calm words were still not half threatening, however, the powerful oppression was like a hammer smashing into everyone's hearts, and not far away, the leader of the forbidden army and the seven strong men fell into a pool of blood, gradually dissipating the last trace of breath.

"Can't do it" Xia Miaoyu was also aroused, and said coldly.

"It's a pity"

Jun Shaoqing sighed lightly, he didn't know what he was feeling, and immediately urged his true power to end this senseless battle.

At this moment, in the extreme distance, a trace of evil and cold aura flashed, Jun Shaoqing's expression changed, his true qi converged, his body turned into a streamer, and he swept into the distance in the blink of an eye.

The sudden change made Xia Miaoyu and the sword worship stunned, and the next moment, Xia Miaoyu came back to his senses and said in a deep voice, "Pull out the camp and set off immediately"

"Yes"

Everyone reacted, and immediately started to pack up, and between the tents, a touch of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the envoy of the True Pole Kingdom, but he didn't dare to show it on his face, and lowered his head to pack his things.

It's a pity, if Princess Punchline dies at the hands of the Son of God of the Eternal Night God Cult, it will be the best outcome for the True Pole Kingdom.

In this way, it can not only completely intensify the contradiction between Great Xia and the Eternal Night God Cult, but also give the True Polar Kingdom a reason to regret it.

The one who calculated that the Son of God of the Eternal Night God Cult would come, but he did not expect that at the last moment, the Son of God would leave for no reason.

Everyone in the world knows that the good fortune of Great Xia makes people jealous, but they didn't expect that even a princess who is not a relative can be contaminated with such great luck.

Every dynasty in the world has luck, Great Xia is the most prosperous, the Eternal Night God Sect is second, and the Beimeng Royal Court is in the third, but the method of looking for luck, except for the wise and demonic military advisor of the Beimeng Royal Court, almost no one in the world can do it.

Great Xia's luck has always been the biggest problem before the forces of the world......