Chapter Ninety-Seven: Death and the Spiritual Weapon

Silent people are silent, and the eternal world is in their eyes, always black and white. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Trying his best to support his body, he moved to the edge of the stone bed, and looked up at Chu Jing who was standing in front of him. coughed slightly, and a trace of blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth again, Zheng Daoqiu said with a miserable smile: "I didn't expect that the original primordial son would lose in your hands, and the spiritual power of this seat can't be turned around now, what you want, just let it be." ”

The black mist dissipated, and several short blades were quietly inserted on the stone bed at this moment, and the body of the primordial son, which had already been shriveled at the moment, was also lying strangely on the stone bed. Chu Jing turned around and looked at the person in front of him quietly, and said calmly: "It's not just me who won the original primordial son, if it weren't for the help of the master, I wouldn't have won so simply." ”

After saying this, Chu Jing actually leaned over and half-knelt in front of Zheng Daoqiu, thanking him in his mouth. Zheng Daoqiu seemed to be a little surprised, and the cloudiness in his eyes seemed to be dispelled, and asked, "What do you mean by that, do you want to let me go?" "Why don't you let it go, the head of the sect is for the sake of the sect, what's wrong?"

The young man in his eyes became more and more blurred, blurred...... couldn't grasp this figure, as if his footsteps were actually floating behind this young man. Zheng Daoqiu raised his hand and said slowly: "Okay, go and help me take off the storage bag on the original son." ”

Chu Jing wiped the body of the original primordial son, and a turquoise storage bag appeared in his hand, glanced at it, and walked back with it. Zheng Daoqiu raised his eyes, but said weakly in his mouth: "Help this seat take out all the pills inside, and now my divine sense can't be called up." “

"Ding Ding Dong Dong" bottles of all kinds of pills fell out of this storage bag, Zheng Daoqiu's eyes stared straight at it, and finally, a bottle of turquoise pills appeared in his eyes. I don't know where the strength came from, I struggled, grabbed the bottle of pill tightly, opened the cork, there was only one pill in it, but it was fragrant, and Chu Jing on the side couldn't help but feel relaxed when he smelled it.

And smelling the fragrance of this medicine, Zheng Daoqiu was undoubtedly sure, this must be the antidote. After swallowing it, he propped himself up and sat cross-legged. Chu Jing stood quietly on the side, glanced at the bulging storage bag that had fallen on the ground, and retracted his gaze.

After a while, Zheng Daoqiu's spiritual power was retracted, and his closed eyes were reopened. His gaze swept over the storage bag on the ground, and then he looked at Chu Jing on the side again. Standing up, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and the powerful aura completely exploded.

Chu Jing suddenly felt a depression in his chest, snorted, and took a few steps backwards and hit the wall. Holding back the fishy sweetness in his throat, his eyes froze, but when Chu Jing raised his head again, he had already regained his original look. "Master, what are you doing here?" The face that appeared in Zheng Daoqiu's eyes was still so calm, and he couldn't see the slightest panic and anger.

Zheng Daoqiu stared at it for a while, and as soon as the vigorous aura was retracted on the side of his body, he raised his hand and made a move, and the storage bag flew into his hand: "The original son is the son of the original family, and there will definitely be a divine sense mark in his storage bag, you are not right not to take it." But then with a flick of his right hand, several items appeared in his hand.

Raise your hand and put it on your waist, and these items are put in. And the storage bag and the rest of it were thrown back in front of Chu Jing. "I've left some of the markings and some important things behind, and I'll thank you for the rest."

Chu Jing glanced at it calmly and said, "No need, master, I don't need it." "There's a liquid pill in it, you can choose not to." Chu Jing's heart moved, turning into liquid pills? Holding it in his hand suddenly, his consciousness sank, and he saw what was inside.

Maybe everyone else thinks that they are extremely talented, but only they know how bad their talent is, if the original first son really takes his own body, I am afraid that he will really have the heart to die. For a long time, he has relied on pills to come up, but now these low-level pills have little effect on themselves, and now the suitable pills are even rare to waste pills, but there is still a chance to buy them at a high price in the future.

The liquid realm is the real threshold in front of him, and the liquid pill is his only chance, but this pill has always been very rare in the market, and it is only in the hands of the academy, sect, and family. Therefore, even if there is danger, this pill is going to be decided! What's more, Chu Jing looked at Zheng Daoqiu, he believed that he was a grasshopper on the same rope as him, and there was no benefit in selling himself.

"Okay, you've decided, let's get out." After saying this, Zheng Daoqiu was on the wall next to him, and the barrier at the entrance was reopened.

Slowly retreated, turned around, and stepped into this deep dark passage, the sound of step by step, echoing here, and gradually the figure disappeared. After taking a deep look, Zheng Daoqiu's eyes flickered, and then he turned his body and looked at the body lying on the stone bed silently, but the corners of his mouth showed a cruel smile.

I don't know how long I stayed in this dark place, and when I walked out of this hall, it was already sunset, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on Chu Jing's face. "The warmth that I haven't seen for a long time," muttered in his mouth, looking at the disciples who were still walking in front of the main hall of the Imperial Cloud Peak, Chu Jing no longer stayed, and went straight to the Blazing Peak.

It wasn't until the moon and stars were scarce that Chu Jing finally returned to the cave. Touching his cold stone bed, it looks so familiar. His hands could no longer be suppressed, and the violent ups and downs in his chest made even his palms covered with beads of sweat.

As weak as Zheng Daoqiu's genius, his right hand was stiffly propped up and moved to the side. "...... just now" Chu Jing's heart couldn't help but be silent, Fang Cai's self became strange to him, had he experienced too many things? If it's in a mountain village, I'm afraid, it won't change for a lifetime.

Slowly, Chu Jing's body quieted down, slowly stood up, and sat on the edge of the bed. Looking at the palm of his calm left hand, this time it was really a blessing and a curse, this sudden thing, but it saved his life. Moreover, in the end, it can be said that he devoured the original primordial son's divine consciousness, and also let his divine consciousness truly break through that ethereal realm. Liquid Realm!

After entering the Liquid Transformation Realm, the Divine Consciousness can turn the void into reality, and the sea of consciousness expands dramatically, and the Imperial Weapon can take advantage of the air, which is also the most important reason why the Liquid Transformation Realm monks are so strong. The blessing in disguise also made Chu Jing's mood a little lighter. But at this moment, the divine consciousness in the sea of consciousness can no longer be improved, and I am afraid that it will only be able to re-function when it is cultivated to truly break through the liquid realm.

The rest of the thing was the turquoise storage bag in Chu Jing's hand. Speaking of which, his original storage bag was originally a gift from the sect, and the internal space was not large, and he couldn't put it down these days. But Harako's storage bag was much larger than his own, the size of a room.

I don't know how many things Zheng Daoqiu took, but there are not many things left for himself, but these are very pleasantly surprised to him. Two bottles of pills, Chu Jing opened it and sniffed it, but it was fragrant. It is estimated that this is the elixir that the original primordial son used to cultivate, but his current cultivation is unusable, and he doesn't know what varieties, so he still needs to go through the medicine books in the future.

And at this moment, another thing attracted all of Chu Jing's mind. The white seal was engraved with a demon beast that looked like a deer and a tiger, but Chu Jing didn't recognize it. "Spiritual weapons." Chu Jing chuckled lightly, grabbed the upper end of the seal with his right hand, and put it in front of his eyes.

This was the first time he had seen a spiritual artifact, and his eyes couldn't help but be full of novelty, but then a bold idea appeared in his mind: Now that I have the divine consciousness of the liquid realm, can I urge this spiritual artifact to be a thing?

If it can really be urged, then, in the future, the ratio of the three kingdoms will have a real grasp of the enemy. It doesn't matter who you're facing, it's the same.

I was impatient, but I was still patient, and I looked at other things, but I couldn't see anything famous, and there was no such thing as a spiritual weapon, it was estimated that it was taken by Zheng Daoqiu, and this one was left.

Tomorrow, maybe I can try to learn the "exorcism" and other spells, a month, and there is only one month left. After thinking about it for a long time, the boy climbed onto the stone bed and closed his eyes.