Zheng Guan first wiped his index finger on the jade piece, and the bright red blood remained motionless on the jade piece. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

If the blood fails to confess the Lord, is there already a "Lord"? Thinking of this, I was a little disappointed, but then I thought about it, this jade piece is someone else's thing.

The wound on his finger had not yet condensed, and Zheng Guan took advantage of the situation to get on the small stone. I thought there would be no reaction, but the moment I touched the pebble, I felt a suction, causing the blood in my body to flow slowly to the pebble, and the pebble did not look strange at all. She was flustered and wanted to leave the pebble, but with a slight force, the suction on the pebble also strengthened, and as soon as she raised her hand, the pebble actually stuck to her finger and sucked her blood. She was suddenly frightened, and she didn't know what to do, if this stone didn't stop, then wouldn't she be sucked dry of blood and die?

She didn't dare to move the pebble again, because the faster she exerted her force, the faster the blood would drain.

This is by no means a "blood to recognize the Lord", is this the characteristic of the magic weapon? Zheng Wan was suspicious for a while, and half a moment passed, but he didn't see the small pebble stop absorbing. He pulled the stone again, but he did not let go.

Zheng Wan gritted her teeth and touched the picture poor, at the critical moment, she can be terrifyingly sensible, life is much more important than her fingers.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred, and a trace of red light suddenly overflowed on the small stone. Zheng Wan hurriedly got into the quilt, and this appearance could not be seen by Shi Yin for the time being.

In the quilt, the red light on the stone became more and more abundant, reflecting the whole hand clearly. In the haze, Zheng Wan only felt that the stone was also translucent, and seemed to move, she couldn't help but open her bigger eyes and look closer, the stone was originally a little pale gray, but at this moment it became bright red under the reflection of red light, and gradually became transparent, and its texture also changed, from the original hard stone is changing to the direction of liquid.

At this moment, although Zheng Wan was curious, her mind was already a little dizzy, if she didn't stop this stone to absorb blood, she might really die. But the next change in the stone caught her by surprise.

The stone became a large liquid bead, hanging upside down under his fingers, crumbling, no matter how Zheng Wan moved, but he couldn't play it. But suddenly, it shrank rapidly, no, it shouldn't be said to be shrinking, but it retreated along the small wound on her fingertips, as if the wound had absorbed this large bead of liquid, and she could clearly feel a trace of coolness flowing down the blood vessels to all parts of her body.

The absorption of this large liquid bead only happened in an instant, and Zheng Wan had no time or ability to stop it when he thought of stopping it.

She looked closely at her finger, and the small wound was completely gone.

After this large liquid bead entered the body, it seemed to have been completely integrated into the blood, and it was difficult to find its whereabouts, but the body did not feel half different, only some blood loss and prostration.

Zheng Wan got out of the quilt, sat down immediately, and ran the spiritual power in his body for several large and small weeks, but he didn't find anything.

The method of internal vision is still a little difficult for her who is also the third layer of Kunyue Jue, that is, the third layer of qi refining. Although the method of inward vision can see its own structure clearly, it also has a blind spot, which is the pot in the human brain, that is, the realm of the divine soul that does not belong to the physical structure of the human body.

The monk is in the dantian, and the baby is in this pot, and there are three souls and seven spirits among them. It's just that this pot of Yu can only be detected after it is knotted, and it can only be seen inward after it is perceived.

At this moment, she can't stop without trying her best to understand the matter of the little stone, but after tossing with the method of introspection, the result is still the same. She sighed and fell back to the bed, and then she felt a wave of sleepiness hit her, and she closed her eyes dimly.

This sleep seemed to be particularly long, and I suddenly woke up and sat up, but I saw the green grass under me, and the white on all sides, this scene was frighteningly familiar.

Isn't this the space inside the magic weapon that Feng Qiyun brought her into?!

It's really a dream at this moment, Zheng Wan can't help but wonder, it's just that this thought for a lifetime, only to feel that the scene trembled everywhere, and then spun and rushed towards her, she subconsciously wanted to run, just flicked her legs, but heard a plop, a fall pain on her body, and a sound of stone sound in her ears, "What's wrong?" "He was fetching water and walked in from outside.

Zheng Guan sighed, and said in his heart, fortunately, it was a dream, but Shi Yin's words made her think deeply, and he said, "Where did you go last night and when did you come back?" ”

Zheng Wan looked puzzled, and listened to Shi Yin again: "I woke up in the middle of the night last night to find that you were not there, and I didn't see you until early in the morning. ”

Zheng Guan Daqi, she slept peacefully in bed after last night, how could she go out, could it be that it wasn't a dream just now?

Shi Yin saw that Zheng Guan's face was not good, so he didn't say anything more, and just went out quietly to do things.

Zheng Wan got up from the ground and looked inward again, but this time she felt that there seemed to be a little more sense in her mind, although this sense was weak, but Zheng Wan could subconsciously reflect it, this is Huyu. And inside the pot, there is a faint coolness, which is the breath of liquid beads turned into small stones.

At this moment, she was not aware of the pot, but there was a hazy but real feeling, feeling that the pot did exist. It's just that she can't understand how this liquid bead can get into the pot, but she has a general idea of the function of the liquid bead.

The use of magic weapons is roughly to use spiritual power and spiritual sense to communicate. And ordinary magic weapons can't be included in the body, unless it's a natal magic weapon for cultivation, so this pebble is by no means an ordinary thing, and its level may be beyond imagination. But this will bring even more trouble, if Feng Qiyun knew that such an important magic weapon was taken by Zheng Guan, she would definitely be drawn and skinned.

Revenge is inevitable, so she must make the most progress in the shortest possible time.

There is less desire in the dream, as if it has reached the realm of the unity of heaven and man, and the forgetting of things and me. Since she entered the space in the magic weapon in her sleep, she had to enter when she was awake, and her mind should be as calm as water, and her mind should move freely.

The difference between the two is that the former is only in the body, and the latter can go outside the body.

Zheng Guan consciously dragged the spiritual power to feel the existence of the pot and the liquid beads, only to feel that the coolness was becoming clearer and clearer, and he also felt that the light in front of him was prosperous, the spiritual power was flowing everywhere, and the air was fresh and mixed with a rich medicinal fragrance.

She opened her eyes, smiled slightly, stood up and looked around, it was really within the magic weapon.

The scenery on all sides is the same as always, the place where she stands is a green place, and in front of her are the remnants of the medicine garden of the wind and clouds, but it is this remnant that makes Zheng Guan frown.

This medicine garden of about 100 zhang in length and width was full of all kinds of elixirs in those years, and then it was picked by the wind and clouds, some were pulled up by the roots, some were cut off at the waist, some took flowers, some took fruits, and the shape of the medicine garden left behind was quite messy, but three years passed, the medicine garden was the same as before, and there was no multi-period herb regrowth, and there was no wilting of the herbs that left the roots, as if the time here had not flowed.