Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Price of Resistance
"Exactly, your earth system has been cultivated to perfection, the next step is to practice fire, as for the order, it must be carried out step by step, not in a hurry, but step by step," the old man of the five elements said with a smile.
After listening to the master's explanation, Lu Qi's eyes were filled with fanaticism, and he was also extremely eager for the improvement of the realm, after all, these can make people enhance their longevity, and they are extremely tempting for every cultivator, and he is not exempt from vulgarity, not to mention that there is still Ning'er waiting for him......
In this way, Lu Qi is here every day for alchemy, but he has never even gone out, it lasted for more than half a month, during which no monk went out, every seven days, someone will come to deliver a meal, just because the monks in the foundation building period have opened up the big and small Sundays, so the requirements for meals are not very frequent, one or two meals a month is enough, Lu Qi originally wanted to go out as soon as possible, but during this time he was also immersed in the fun of alchemy, unable to extricate himself, and also found that these alchemy actions for his soul power is still a little gained。
And these two overseers were holding leather whips in their hands, and when they saw the monks who were a little bad or slow, they immediately whipped them, but those who were whipped never showed a trace of pain, and they enjoyed it very much, these were seen by Lu Qi in his eyes, and he couldn't bear it, but he didn't want to expose his identity because of this.
The monks who entered the altar together that day were basically all dumbfounded, and they were obedient to all kinds of orders, but only one of them was a little nervous these days, looking left and right every day, and some eager, and this person was the middle-aged monk in a pale purple shirt.
Lu Qi carefully looked at his cultivation, and was actually in the late stage of foundation building, the same as the cultivation of one of the young overseers, this middle-aged monk must be waiting for an opportunity to escape, or want to resist, and he was a little worried about the cultivation of these two overseers, with one against two, he may not have enough confidence.
In fact, Lu Qi also wants to leave here, this kind of daily alchemy life is very boring, although it can enhance the power of his divine soul, but he can't stay here all the time, if this is the case, he can't find out about his brother's whereabouts at all, let alone rescue his brother.
Since Lu Qi and the middle-aged monk were not far away, he took advantage of the distraction of the overseer and leaned over and whispered, "If you want to resist or escape, I can help you." ”
The middle-aged monk was suddenly shocked by Lu Qi's voice, he thought that he was the only one here who was awake and was not confused by the poison, but at this time there was a companion, this surprise was tantamount to a charcoal in the snow for him, he was still hesitating to reveal his identity just now, but now after hearing Lu Qi's comfort, he looked at Lu Qi with a trace of suspicion.
Lu Qi hurriedly gave him a firm look, and nodded, and at the same time let the middle-aged monk take a look at his cultivation.
When the middle-aged monk saw Lu Qi's foundation building period Great Perfection cultivation, his heart was not shocked, and he no longer doubted it, so he suddenly stood up and swept towards the door.
The sudden change made the two young overseers react instantly, and hurriedly cast a spiritual aura wall with the center of their eyebrows to block the middle-aged monks who wanted to escape.
The middle-aged monk really had some means, and a sword-like spiritual technique from the center of his eyebrows stabbed at the spiritual energy wall in front of him.
"Bold, you dog slave, you can't rebel!" The young overseer led by him instantly released a middle-grade spiritual technique to attack the middle-aged man with Tianmu.
The other overseer was also quick to react, and took out a shining spear weapon from the storage ring and stabbed it towards the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged monk was a little panicked in the face of the attacks of the two at the same time, his spiritual skills were exhausted after encountering the spiritual skills of the young overseer, and another magic weapon attacked here, he was already unable to resist, so he could only set up a spiritual energy wall in front of him to defend against it.
The young overseer led by the leader saw that his spiritual skill was consumed, and he did not stop, but used Tianmu to send out a medium-grade palm print spiritual skill, attacking the middle-aged man again,
The simultaneous siege of palm prints and magic weapons instantly penetrated the aura wall in front of the middle-aged monk, and it was immediately in front of his eyes, all this came too fast, and the middle-aged man was about to be besieged to death, he was a little remorseful at this time, he should not listen to Lu Qi's bewitchment, and take action to resist.
But at this moment, Lu Qi made a move, he couldn't watch the middle-aged monk die, because this altar was a little weird, he didn't want to be the first to make a bird, he was afraid that a strong man would appear here.
The palm print spiritual technique and the spear magic weapon were about to kill the middle-aged monk, but they were blocked by a row of earthy yellow halos, and the spiritual skills turned into nothingness, while the spear continued to advance towards the earthy yellow halo, but in the end it was difficult to enter the slightest, and gradually the spear magic weapon actually broke off contact with the overseer, and finally fell to the ground weakly.
The overseer at the head was a little angry, he thought that these people had been poisoned, and the divine soul had been controlled, but there was actually a fish that slipped through the net, which was a little surprising to him, these few times he heard the message of the patriarch, saying that he would find out the person who devoured the ancestor's divine thoughts no matter what, isn't it the middle-aged monk in front of him? If it was really him, then if he captured this person alive today, he would make a great contribution, so as to be rewarded and promoted by the patriarch, what a lucky thing it was, thinking of this, he was a little lucky.
"It's better to capture this person alive and take it to ask for credit, because he may be the one who killed the Ancestor Shennian!" said the overseer of the Great Perfection of the Foundation to his companion.
When the other overseer heard this, he was immediately overjoyed, nodded lightly, and then stopped leaving his hand, and took out a magic weapon in the shape of a fishing net from the storage bag, which was shining with golden light, and it was not ordinary at first glance.
'Meridian Yin Net'
After the young overseer injected spiritual power into the fishing net magic weapon, it turned into a huge net about two zhang long and wide, and it shrouded the head of the middle-aged monk with a cold and cold aura.
Lu Qi suddenly felt that after this magic weapon was released, the surrounding temperature became slightly cooler, which showed that this magic weapon was indeed powerful and could lower the temperature.
The middle-aged monk was shocked when he saw that the huge fishing net was about to cover himself, and hurriedly used the aura cover to protect his body, but to no avail, the fishing net instantly surrounded him, shrinking smaller and smaller, and firmly trapping his whole person, and then tightened more and more, along with the skin and flesh came out of the small hole in the fishing net, the middle-aged monk was rolling back and forth on the ground in pain at the moment, and his eyes glared at Lu Qi.
And the overseer was overjoyed, and rushed over with his spiritual power, wanting to capture the middle-aged man, and at the same time thought that the patriarch's reward was in front of him, and his face was full of ecstasy.
At this time, the mutation protruded, Lu Qi stood up suddenly, stared at the field with a pair of deep eyes, and protected the middle-aged monk's body with an earthen wall;