As Zheng Dong made a choice, the prison space raised his mid-level concealment power to a high-level, Zheng Dong only needed to practice one more concealment spell at present, in line with the principle of striking while the iron was hot, Zheng Dong came directly to the altar to choose a spell, anyway, he now has 200,000 merit points, which can be described as wealthy.

Under the left and right selection, Zheng Dong finally chose a concealed spell called "Burial", the reason why he chose this spell with a very strange name is because the first is a wood attribute spell, which just matches Zheng Dong's spiritual root.

In addition, the merit value it needs to redeem huàn is as high as 2,000 points, which is the highest among many hidden exercises, and Zheng Dong firmly believes that in the prison space, the most expensive is the best.

Now that the exercise has been selected, Zheng Dong seized every minute and every second of time, and directly activated the time acceleration function of the tower, setting the ratio of space to the outside world time to a hundred times, although the increased time of the tower cannot increase the cultivation of the soul, nor can it be used as the cultivation of the spell, but it will not restrain Zheng Dong's thoughts, Zheng Dong can first penetrate this spell and then cultivate.

An hour has passed in the outside world, and seven or eight days have passed in the prison space, Zheng Dong has turned over and over and comprehended the burial technique more than a hundred and ten times, and is sure that he has fully comprehended and comprehended the meaning, and finally ended the time acceleration of the tower, and then drilled into the gong room to start the six-fold spell cultivation bonus, directly transforming the environment into the most powerful forest scene for burial and began to cultivate.

Zheng Dong locked himself in the room for two days in a row to practice the secret technique of returning to the burial, during which Jing Wanyi came to him twice but ate the closed door, until the third day, after fifteen days of cultivation in the gong room, Zheng Dong successfully cultivated the burial technique to the proficiency level, until he could not do it in ten times the time to reach the mastery level, Zheng Dong finally ended his cultivation.

Before leaving the cell, Zheng Dong went to the cell again and tortured the three prisoners in the cell. As expected, there was basically nothing to get from the six-eared demon ape, but at the baby's head, he got a ball of ghost essence the size of a pigeon's egg, and the most bizarre thing was that the remnant of the tablet split the soul, Zheng Dong still couldn't get any useful information from him, but under a burst of torture, he got a black qi pill the size of a peanut grain.

After the identification of the prison spirit, this turned out to be an extremely strange elixir, which can only be useful when taken when a person is angry, and the more angry he is, the stronger the medicinal properties can be, and its effect can be within a quarter of an hour. The most amazing thing about increasing a person's overall combat power by 30 to 60 percent is that after the effect of the drug is over, it will only knock the person back to its original shape, and it will not produce various side effects like other short-term enhancement drugs.

Zheng Dong looked at the pill and was a little depressed, Zheng Dong's heart has always been known for his reason, and there seems to be nothing that can make him angry since he was a child, it seems that this weird pill is destined to be not suitable for him, Zheng Dong thought while putting the Qi Pill that he directly named as the Rage Pill into a medicine bottle.

Separated from the prison space and returned directly to the physical body, Zheng Dong's body suddenly shook at the moment when the spirit and flesh were combined. Then a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face, because he actually felt the power of a fleeting contract, which was also the first master-servant contract he had signed.

It's time for us to settle our accounts and kidnap my servant. There is also a divine sense attack that wants to kill me, the old nun is too strong in the late stage of foundation building, so what, Zheng Dong will live this year Jindan Ancestor. A foundation building is really not in his eyesight, even if he can't beat him, doesn't he still have a grandfather, it's a big deal to beg him to quietly take down the old nun.

Zheng Dong thought of this. A pair of wings suddenly spread behind him, and with the power of wind and thunder, his figure had already flown out of the window, because the sensing distance of that low-level contract was only ten miles, so he just dared to sense a trace of the other party just now.

In front of the Golden Jiao Pavilion in the southern city of Bianjing City, several young men and women talked softly while walking, one of them was very picturesque, and the long-haired girl who was very beautiful and wearing a moon-white monk's robe had been smiling lightly, but suddenly, her face was pale, and a fine cold sweat spread all over her forehead.

A man who was beside her was courteous when he saw it, and immediately said, "Senior Sister Zhao, what's wrong, but is it uncomfortable there, I have the family secret elixir here, do you want to swallow one." ”

"No, let's get out of here quickly, I suddenly feel a person I don't want to see, before he senses me again, leave here as far away from Bianjing City as possible!" the girl shouted in a panicked voice.

Just when her companions were still surprised what had happened, she suddenly fell silent, a layer of gray color appeared on her face, and she muttered, "It's too late, I'm locked by him!"

"Yo, isn't this my little maid, I haven't seen my cultivation climb to the fourth level of qi cultivation for a year, and my cultivation is still very fast, how can I really want to surpass me by a big realm and let the power of the contract be reversed, I was knocked unconscious and taken away before, and it can be said that I was forced to be helpless, and I don't plan to return to my master this time?" A somewhat contemptuous voice came from above everyone's heads, and a group of men and women looked up and found a man with purple and blue wings on his back clasping his hands around his chest, looking down at them.

"How can this be? There is a forbidden air magic circle in Bianjing City, how can he fly through the air, unless...... Hmm, the VIP of the Jing family, I heard that the Jing family entertained a group of disciples of the inner sect of the Jufeng Sect, could it be that he is one of them. The oldest man among the men and women looked at Zheng Dong and muttered to himself thoughtfully.

As Zheng Dong fell from the air and touched the ground with her feet, the girl in the moon-white monk's robe slowly walked in front of him, and gently squatted down to Zheng Dong in the shocked gaze of her companions: "Slave Zhao Yuwei to meet the master!"

The men and women who passed with Zhao Yuwei all stared at each other, not knowing what was going on, why the most favored core disciple of Shuiyue Nunnery would salute a man in the street and respect him as his master.

Among them, the young man in his twenties who was very attentive to her was the most unacceptable, the goddess he pursued with all his heart, showed lukewarm to him, but regarded himself as a slave in front of another man, which was tantamount to making him also insulted, since he became one of the seven heroes and eight handsome, it was rumored a while ago that the kid named Zheng Dong made him hold his breath, and he wanted to fight with the other party, but who knew that the guy was cowering in the Jing family and didn't come out, and he didn't want to have another one that made him feel blocked today. (To be continued......) R1292