In the dark dormitory, Ling Zheng lifted the curtain of Wang Zhongyu's white jade bed with one hand, looking at Wang Zhongyu at this moment, his face was full of shock.

The left half of Wang Zhongyu's body had begun to shrink, and compared to the solid and plump right half of his body, which shimmered with a bronze luster, the left half of his body was like shriveled bark, and it was oozing blood.

Isn't that the left half of the body the same one that was shrouded in the light of Ling Zhengkong's remnants on Qionghuatai that day?

Seeing that Ling Zheng, who had become Zhao Chun, Ming Lei Mountain Sect Leader Wang Zhongyu was in a daze, he smiled bitterly and said: "That kid who sneaked up on his father, the methods are really too strange, it is said to be yin attribute power, but it is not toxic, it is said to be yang attribute power, but it is as difficult as a maggot on the tarsal bone." Dad tried too many methods, but nothing worked. ”

Ling Zheng thought for a moment and asked, "Then you called me, did you want to?"

Wang Zhongyu shook his head and motioned for Ling Zheng to sit down. In the entire Minglei Mountain, what he can put in his heart is Wang Peng, who was killed by Ling Zheng, and Zhao Chun, who was also killed by Ling Zheng, but now it is Ling Zheng who has transformed into him. This illegitimate son, he attaches more importance to it than his own son.

"Since you have been in the Danfang all the year round, you should have some understanding of the medical Tao, can you help your father take a look, what is going on with Dad's injury?" Wang Zhongyu was obviously in pain to a certain extent, and everyone looked like a life-saving straw.

Ling Zheng thought about it, and said helplessly: "Even you can't do anything, what can I do?"

When Wang Zhongyu heard this, he sighed heavily: "What you said also makes sense. It seems that Dad can only destroy this body and reshape his body with Jindan. ”

Reshaping the physical body is something that any cultivator is unwilling to do unless he has to. Because below the Yuan Infant Realm, the time to reshape the physical body is quite long. Moreover, even if they can reshape their physical bodies, the strength of the cultivators will not be able to recover for a long time.

Ling Zheng was just silent when he heard this, and said in his heart, whether you die or not, it is a matter of Lao Tzu's bird.

"It seems that the kid who hurt his father probably has some background, or it was simply Qionghuatai who deliberately came out to attack his father. Wang Zhongyu said slowly: "Anyway, Qionghuatai has suffered a catastrophe, and it can be regarded as their retribution." ”

When Ling Zheng heard this, his heart sank.

He had been using the black ancient mirror to transform the pill in the waste pill vault of Minglei Mountain these days, and he had no idea what was going on in the outside world. Ling Zheng still understands the meaning of the four words of annihilation, he has a good impression of the three masters of Qionghuatai and that Hua Susu, plus they are now the senior brothers and sisters of the little girl Ning Ling'er, Ling Zheng feels that it is necessary for him to go and see.

But even in surprise, Ling Zheng's expression did not appear to be anything abnormal. He knows very well that now as long as Wang Zhongyu sees a mistake, most of them will usher in a catastrophe. Ling Zheng would not be naïve enough to think that after performing the Burning Pill Shaping Spirit**, he would be able to face Wang Zhongyu, who was among the top cultivators in the Razor Domain. Now, although this old thing was injured by his own empty remnant seal, even if the tiger was sick, it was still a tiger, and it was not something that a foundation-building realm kitten like Ling Zheng could provoke.

"Daddy has something to give you now. Wang Zhongyu's tone suddenly became stern: "On this Minglei Mountain, I can really trust you and Peng'er." It's a pity that Peng'er was killed by the unknown bastard, and my father is injured now, so the only one who can rely on you is you. ”

Ling Zheng listened to Wang Zhongyu scolding himself for being a bastard, but his face was not red or breathless, and he continued to wait for the following.

"You take this thing. ”

Wang Zhongyu said, the purple light flashed in his hand, and a jade plate that looked very old appeared, and said: "You take this thing, and immediately go to Tianduan Mountain in the northern region of the mainland, there is a big lake on the east side of Tianduan Mountain, and under the lake, there should be a groove inlaid with this thing." ”

"After inlaying the jade plate, you will be able to enter the tomb of one of our predecessors in Minglei Mountain. Bring everything back to Daddy. ”

Ling Zheng stretched out his hand to take it, just glanced at it, and his face instantly stiffened.

The pattern on the stone slab was still clear, but Ling Zheng recognized it.

That pattern is obviously the same style as the one engraved on the jade slip that recorded the second part of the mental method of the Spirit Trick that the Thief Wind Demon handed over to him.

Did the predecessors of Minglei Mountain mentioned by Wang Zhongyu have seen the follow-up mental method of the Spiritual Technique? Or is there a follow-up mental method of the Spiritual Technique in that person's tomb?

Thinking of this, Ling Zheng's heart suddenly became a little hot.

After that, Wang Zhongyu handed over two pieces of jade that were obviously not ordinary and were engraved with formation patterns to Ling Zheng, and said, "This is a cross-domain teleportation array stone, which cost almost thirty percent of my father's savings before, and now it can only be used by you." Remember, be sure to go and come back quickly. ”

Because the left half of his body was no longer conscious, and because the scope covered by the remnants of time and space was really subtle, the guy in Wang Zhongyu's crotch had also become an ornament, Wang Zhongyu sighed again, and said: "After you go out, give me an order, just say that you don't need to send a woman, and now my father can't be hard." ”

You deserve to be an old thief, you can't get up!

While Ling Zheng nodded, he glanced at the enchanting maid at his feet, who was obviously strangled to death by Wang Zhongyu, and secretly slandered himself.

After Wang Zhongyu finished speaking, he pointed to the purple robe beside him and said, "Come, help Dad put on his clothes." ”

Ling Zheng nodded, reached out and took the purple robe, wanting to help Wang Zhongyu put it on.

But his fingers only touched the left half of Wang Zhongyu's body slightly, and he felt the attributeless true yuan that stayed in Wang Zhongyu's body, and began to quickly follow his fingers and rush back into his body.

Ling Zheng's face sank suddenly, and after Wang Zhongyu felt this situation, he was stunned for a moment, and then the expression on his face was hideous and distorted.

Only the caster can withdraw the power that originally belonged to him in the body of the caster, this is the common knowledge of the cultivation world, and Wang Zhongyu, an old Wang Ba who has lived for hundreds of years, will not be unaware.

Ling Zheng made a decision immediately, and with a movement of his feet, he directly kicked the white jade bed where Wang Zhongyu was sitting in half and flew upside down with his strength.

But because Ling Zheng had previously drained all the attributeless spiritual power that had plagued Wang Zhongyu, after Wang Zhongyu let out a loud shout, the left half of his body, which was originally shriveled and shrunk like the bark of an old tree, instantly returned to normal in a burst of purple true yuan. He raised his hand and punched out, and the fist condensed with brilliant thunder light was slamming into Ling Zheng's chest.

"Boom!"

Ling Zheng only felt half collapsed, and his chest was numb at first, followed by a sharp pain.

"Boom!"

A series of loud noises came out, and Ling Zheng, who was smashed out by Wang Zhongyu with a punch, smashed several walls of the Palm Sect Hall one after another, and fell heavily on the square in front of the Minglei Mountain Palm Sect Hall.

In addition to anger, there was also shock on Wang Zhongyu's face, although he hit the punch just now, he almost used all his strength, it stands to reason that he will definitely be able to blast a Foundation Building Realm cultivator into slag, but this bastard boy disguised as Zhao Chun was just sent flying?

How could his flesh be so hard?

Although Wang Zhongyu was puzzled, his reaction was not slow, and he chased out directly naked along the string of big holes that Ling Zheng crashed out.

Chasing him outside the main hall, Wang Zhongyu saw Ling Zheng flying into the distance with his life, and just as he wanted to chase out, a fiery red shadow swooped down, and after landing on Wang Zhongyu's head, he began to scratch wildly.

Wang Zhongyu roared violently, stretched out his hand and slapped the spirit fire monkey released by Ling Zheng with the Beast Spirit Array Stone into a shattered light, and then looked at Ling Zheng, who had already flown farther and farther, and began to quickly recite the spell.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, a bucket-thick purple thunderbolt suddenly descended from the sky, slashing straight at Ling Zheng's body. In an instant, the demonic qi exploded, and the Demon Thousand Transformation Technique that was originally shrouded in the surface of his body was shattered by this thunderbolt, revealing Ling Zheng's true face.

Ling Zheng in mid-air was hit by the falling purple thunder and roared bitterly, knowing that this was a third-order spell lightning falling technique. He felt as if his bones had broken in dozens of places, and even his meridians were broken.

Wang Zhongyu saw that after Ling Zheng was hit by the lightning falling technique, in addition to the clothes on his body being torn, he was still able to fly in the sky, and the killing intent in his heart was even stronger.

He moved quickly and swept into the air, trying to catch up with Ling Zheng at his own speed and blast him to pieces.

But after flying out for a while, Wang Zhongyu saw that Ling Zheng's body was surrounded by runes condensed by rays of light, and knew that Ling Zheng must have crushed the cross-domain teleportation array stone he had given him earlier.

Before Wang Zhongyu could catch up, Ling Zheng had already turned into a ray of light, flickered for a moment, and then completely disappeared in place.

Wang Zhongyu punched the empty place with anger, his heart was furious, and he was so angry that he looked up to the sky and yelled.

His most beloved young grandson, as well as his most trusted illegitimate son, were all killed by Ling Zheng, and Ling Zheng, who had cultivated to only build the foundation realm, was actually under his nose, equivalent to escaping with his help, how could he be willing?!

"I, Wang Zhongyu, swear here, I will kill you in this life!"

The roar of this Minglei Mountain Sect Leader spread throughout the entire mountain range, and the killing intent contained in it made everyone up and down this Minglei Mountain frightened.

In the western region of the continent, a secluded valley deep in the Heavenly Demon Mountain.

On the fourth day of the extremely famous Demon Chen Likong, he was sitting comfortably smoking a dry cigarette on his recliner, and not far away, Ning Ling'er, who still looked like a little girl, was concentrating on cultivation.

At this moment, Ning Ling'er's body was surrounded by a layer of deep black light that shimmered with starlight, setting off her skin even fairer. In the few days since she returned to this Heavenly Demon Mountain, the little girl's cultivation actually broke through another order and advanced to the seventh order of the Spirit Condensing Realm, which made Chen Likong ecstatic.

The only fly in the ointment is that the little girl did not choose the profound yin attribute ** that Chen Likong cultivated herself, but stubbornly chose the Xuanyin Gong that Ling Zheng gave her. This made Chen Splitkong, a yin attribute cultivator who cultivated the true realm alone, a headache.

In desperation, Chen Likong could only ask for that Xuanyin Gong to come, call his old brothers, and make modifications that were almost like exchanging blood, but Ning Ling'er had no objection to this.

After being modified by several Heavenly Demons of Heavenly Demon Mountain, the grade of Xuanyin Gong has improved a lot, although it is still not as good as the ** that Chen Splitkong himself has cultivated, but it is not much worse, and it barely meets Chen Splitkong's requirements.

Ning Ling'er's cultivation foundation was extremely solid, and it was expected that it should be because that kid often gave Ning Ling'er that kind of elixir that strengthened the foundation and cultivated the yuan.

Thinking of Ling Zheng, there was an elusive smile on Chen Likong's face.

How many years has it been since the Attributeless Spirit Vein appeared on the continent? Since ancient times, there haven't been a few times, right?

Moreover, how many of those non-attribute spirit vein cultivators who appeared could cultivate to the Foundation Building Realm? Not a single one, right?

That kid, the future doesn't seem to be worse than that of my precious apprentice...... Well, only in this way can I be worthy of my apprentice.

As for the uncle-nephew relationship, hehe, don't tease. From ancient times to the present, there have been very few cases of apprentices marrying masters, and masters marrying apprentices? Besides, that kid and my apprentice have no blood relationship at all!

The more Chen Likong thought about it, the more he felt that he had earned, and the wrinkles on his old face were condensed with a smile. He took a pleasant puff of dry tobacco, and then closed his eyes and lay down for a short time, habitually wanting to take off his straw sandals and pick his feet.

"Master, Father!"

The crisp sound sounded, almost shocking Chen Likong and falling off the recliner.

The fourth day demon saw that his newly acquired apprentice was pouting and looking at him condescendingly, and immediately put on what he thought was the brightest smile: "Apprentice, are you hungry? Master gives you ......"

"Don't pick your feet in the future!"

The little girl was gentle to Ling Zheng, but she was very pungent to Chen Likong, she pointed to Chen Likong's feet, and said angrily: "If I let me see you pick your feet again in the future, I won't practice!"

Chen Likong, who has lived for nearly two thousand years, nodded like garlic, feeling that his master was even more aggrieved than his grandson.

"Sit and don't move!"

Ning Ling'er shook off such a sentence and turned to leave.

Chen Likong couldn't understand what the little girl wanted to do, so he could only sit on the recliner barefoot, smoking dry tobacco without a puff.

Before she finished smoking a bag of cigarettes, Ning Ling'er flew in from afar, holding a copper basin in her hand, which contained warm water that had been prepared, and some freshly picked flower petals.

Chen Likong smiled bitterly and wanted to stand up and take it, but when he saw Ning Ling'er's eyes, he gave up the idea of standing up, and only sat honestly.

Ning Ling'er put the copper basin at Chen Likong's feet, then rolled up her sleeves, grabbed Chen Likong's feet and pressed them into the basin.

Her small white hands were in stark contrast to Chen Likong's swarthy and wrinkled feet.

"Master, is it hot?" asked the little girl as she carefully washed Chen Likong's feet.

I had never married a wife in my life, and the fourth heavenly demon who had no children and no daughters was a little stunned, and when he saw Ning Ling'er asking, he quickly shook his head, feeling that his nose and eyes were a little sour.

Although the water was a little cold, Chen Likong felt very warm. He closed his eyes, and his mind drifted to more than a thousand years ago, when he was still young.

After that, the Fourth Heavenly Demon fell asleep with a smile on his face and tears in the corners of his eyes.

Ning Ling'er, who carefully washed her master's feet, looked at the silver storage ring on her hand, but she remembered Ling Zheng.

It's been more than ten days since I was apart, how is my uncle doing?

The little girl is hazy.