Jiang Sheng Xun Xian

Chapter 42 Jiang Sheng, you bastard!
The scar-faced man didn't know about the changes in Jiang Sheng's dantian.

Even if he knew, he wouldn't believe it.How can anyone directly absorb the demonic energy of a monster?
In fact, this kind of coincidence is not unheard of in the world.It's just that they, including Jiang Sheng himself, don't know.

It is not uncommon for high-level immortal cultivators with pure thunder attribute spiritual roots to directly try to absorb sky thunder.

In Jiang Sheng's dantian, if you go down to this depth, there is too much true energy that can be accommodated.

One trace, another trace.

In a trance, he seemed to have touched the bottom of the pool.

In the dantian, it no longer expands downwards, and the bottom becomes more and more solid.

The huge water attribute qi of the water polo was completely absorbed by him.

And he has entered the middle stage of foundation establishment!Two or three months earlier than he originally judged.

Jiang Sheng's trance spirit has come to his senses.

Too dangerous!If the monster's zhenqi was a little more, it would not be able to absorb it fast enough, and it would have exploded to death.

If the zhenqi is less than a thread, the feeling of fullness in the dantian will not reach the limit, and the fusion of zhenqi will not be suppressed, resulting in a fierce struggle between the two zhenqi, and serious injuries will occur even if you are not dead.

This kind of life-and-death breakthrough is too dangerous, and you must never try it again in the future!

Jiang Sheng didn't get up from the bushes, but moved secretly to mobilize the powerful zhenqi in his body at the moment.

Peng Liang stretched left and right in front of the monster, his shoulder was swept by the edge of its sharp claws, and his left arm was dripping with blood.

The monster flew straight into the sky, and a black shadow of several tens of feet enveloped the sky above Peng Liang's head.

But Fang Quan couldn't resist anymore, and the sharp claws struck again, smashing against the condensed fence in front of her.

In fact, Fang Quan can resist for so long, which is beyond the expectations of the scar-faced man.

Even in the late stage of foundation establishment, he should have been bombarded to death long ago!
Only now did Fang Quan spit out a trace of blood and fell down.

I just hope that after I die, my uncle won't embarrass my grandpa anymore.

Dad, I'm here to find you.

Friends of Group Nine, I have troubled you.

That little scholar, I'm sorry.

Actually, my name is not Fang Shuibai, but my name is Fang Quan.

The zhenqi in her body was consumed by the scar-faced man straight away, and there was no way to use defensive items or exercises.

But the scar-faced man was still very relaxed.

There was a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth, he had already imagined the reward of Tianmomen after killing Fang Quan.The soft waists of those women, the whispers in their ears, the shy look on their brows...

Quietly, a thin sword that was integrated with the blue sky pierced through the back of his neck and came out from his throat.

He passed away in happiness, and died at the foot of Yinyang Mountain in a foreign country.

In the battlefield, there are still thoughts on other things, and the death is not wronged at all.

Following his death, the giant crocodile fell to the ground with a bang.It was only two feet away, and it fell on Peng Liang.

The monster's eyes cleared up for a moment, and then it collapsed in the grass.

It is connected with a trace of the scar-faced man's soul with a secret method.When the controller dies, it will die too.

The monster regained its sobriety at last, and it was happy.The feeling of being detained is not easy.

It fell in the grass, the tall grass, under its huge body, like a soft green blanket.

It has seen this kind of blue sky before, and this kind of blue sky is reflected in the water surface at home.

Afterwards, its eyes were completely slack.

……

Far away, there was a change in the sky.

A faint pink mist appeared around the ice cube.

Then, several girls appeared in the mist.The appearance and dress are exactly the same as the woman in the ice cube.

This is her technique, Heavenly Demon Dance.She can appear to any woman in the mist, from illusion to reality.

A few women danced so soul-stirringly that it would make most people lose any movement.

And it will also affect the opponent's consciousness, allowing the opponent to enter the picturesque scene.

It's a pity that Tong Yan is not the majority of people. She was affected by the illusion earlier, and she was already on guard.

Furthermore, she is not a man.

The biggest feature of this day's magic dance is that it is aimed at opponents of the opposite sex.And Tong Yan, in this regard, is hardly affected.

Her hand, which was not holding a sword, quickly condensed a few fingerprints.

In the ice in the distance, the pink figure disappeared.

But the ice moved, scattered into droplets above the pink mist, and it began to rain.

And Tong Yan took out something from her sleeve, but after waving her hand, it disappeared.

Thin rain covered the entire pink area, and the azure blue object in Tong Yan's hand, which looked like a mallet, released a bright light in the drizzle.

That light is lightning!The moment the lightning touches the rain, the light is all over the pink "dance floor".

With a sound of "stab", the powder mist disappeared, only the woman in pink was left, with lightning flashing around her body.

Her eyes were full of grievance and sorrow.Let anyone only pay attention to her eyes, ignoring her appearance and posture.

A look, deep in the bottom of my heart.

This girl seems to have been greatly wronged, which makes people feel distressed.

Tong Yan was also stunned for a moment, and then realized that the enemy had fled, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

In the consciousness, the pink ball was [-]% faster than before!

With a glance of Tong Yan's spiritual sense, she knew that her speed was not slower than her own, and she might have to chase thousands of miles away.

It doesn't matter, what matters is whether the disciples are okay.

……

Fang Quan closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

Jiang Sheng killed the scar-faced man, jumped up, and reached the place where Fang Quan had fallen, without even taking his sword back in time.

The water on that side is white, no, Fang Quan.The pretty face was expressionless, and the eyes were closed.At the shallow eyebrows, the clear edges and corners seem to be smoothed.

Jiang Sheng's heart tightened, he was still a step too late?
Peng Liang's face was as white as paper, while concentrating his true energy to stop the blood flowing from his arm, he looked at the huge monster in front of him, it was so big that it was hard to find a demon pill.

In another bush, Jiang Chao had already opened his eyes, trying to sit up with his upper body.

Jiang Sheng knelt beside Fang Quan.

Subconsciously, she held Fang Quan's small white face with both hands.Shaking gently and quickly, don't die!

He shook wildly twice.Then he felt for her pulse with one hand, and reached out to her face with the other, trying to test for breath.

Fang Quan opened his eyes, half of his eyes were the blue sky, and half were the anxious and frightened face of the little scholar.

Tong Yan finally arrived a few miles south of Yinyang Mountain, where the battle took place in her consciousness.

In the sky, she saw a huge motionless monster, and saw a few black, burnt grass marks on the ground.

A few scattered figures were lying and lying on their stomachs in the swaying grass.

Sitting there was Peng Liang, and she could recognize the outline of this disciple at a glance.

That half-kneeling figure is Jiang Sheng!Fortunately, both Beiyuanfeng disciples are alive!

and also……

From her vantage point, it's not very clear.

Jiang Sheng in her line of sight was holding a girl's hand with one hand, and moved up from the waist and abdomen with the other to the girl's neckline...

"Jiang Sheng, you bastard!"

Tong Yan's vigorous innocence spilled out his voice.The original gurgling stream-like sound became the roar of a waterfall.

(End of this chapter)