I climb the fairy ladder by farming

Chapter 110

"good."

There was no sound from the big voice, Zhang Zheng closed his eyes exhausted physically and mentally, and seemed to hear something before his consciousness completely fell into chaos.

In the midst of the darkness, in the chaotic and uncivilized land, a young bud stood tremblingly, and the slightest trace of invisible Dao rhyme flowed around.

Dao Yun wandered around, and gradually formed a large character of "goodness".

As soon as this character is completed, several wisps of pure Tao rhyme float out from the chaos, and being drawn by it, it turns into a trailing tail and drills into the tender buds.

The heavens and the earth are clanging and clear, without a sound.

potential!

"Okay, let's go."

A burly elder flew up, stood in the air, lowered his breath, and waved his sleeves at the curious disciples to disperse them.

The disciples were naturally sighing, but they didn't dare to disobey the order of the elder Zhuangshuo in the air. That was the great elder of the law enforcement hall of the inner sect - Shi Zidao!

Seeing the crowd of disciples dragging their feet and unwilling to leave, Shi Zidao's face suddenly became cold and hard, his brows were raised, and a stern and solemn air suddenly appeared.

Seeing this, the disciples who dragged and refused to leave instantly dispersed like birds and beasts, and each went on with their own business.

Duan Wuwei then Shi Shiran flew forward, patted Shi Zidao on the shoulder affectionately, and said with a compliment: "It's still the great elder of our Law Enforcement Hall."

Shi Zidao breathed out his nose, and made a loud "hum", "The bad guys call me to do it, my brother, of course it's majestic."

"Hey, you can't say that. Our Law Enforcement Hall is the Hall of Justice, protecting the peace of my Wanxuan Sect."

Just saying something nice, Shi Zidao waved his hand disdainfully, raised his chin, and pointed towards the mountain, "Isn't it your disciple? Don't go and see."

The two fell lightly to the ground beside the unconscious Zhang Zheng, looking thoughtfully at the limp person on the ground.

The Wenxin Thunder Tribulation is so powerful that it seems to destroy the world, but in fact it is only borne by the victim, and it will not cause any harm to the surrounding scenery.

Zhang Zheng's eyes were closed, his back was arched, and he curled up into a ball. His whole body was wrapped in black charcoal, his fingers sank into the hard stone floor, his nails were broken off, and blood flowed profusely.

Shi Zidao clicked his tongue again and again, quite surprised, "What's the matter with your disciple? It also attracted Wen Xinlei."

Historically, only talented demon cultivators would attract heart-throbbing thunder. If they couldn't resist, they would die in the sky thunder. If they survived...

Even if you really belong to the demon clan, and your practice is recognized by the world, if there is no accident in the future, you will definitely become a generation of demon elites and bring disaster to the world.

Counting the hundreds of millions of years since the Huaifeng Continent was demoted, it is known that there are more than a million people who have attracted Wenxin Lei, but there are less than a thousand people who have resisted Wenxin Lei. All of them are geniuses in magic cultivation.

For demon cultivators, Wenxinlei is more pleasant surprise than fear. After all, only through Wenxinlei can one be purified and tempered, and become a real demon, and then one can practice magic energy in the future.

If you can't get through the heart-wrenching thunder, and practice as a demon cultivator to the limit, you can't make any progress, and you will never become a monk who crosses the tribulation and achieves the Dao.

This is only in theory, from the point of view of the actual situation, there has never been a demon cultivator who has broken through to the hole, and the highest is only stopped at the stage of trance.

Duan Wuwei lowered the darkness in his eyes, and asked with a smile: "She survived this thunderstorm. If she is really a demon cultivator, how can she not temper her demonic energy at this time?"

Shi Zidao squatted down, put one hand on Zhang Zheng's dark wrist, and concentrated on checking Zhang Zheng's physical condition.

This disciple looked tragic and dying on the outside, but his spiritual energy was pure and full of vitality.

Withdrawing his hand, he looked at Duan Wuwei, frowned and shook his head lightly, "There is really no magic energy, the spiritual energy is pure and vigorous, it has been condensed into a golden core, it is a good seedling."

Duan Wuwei's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly, "That's fine."

His eyes fell on Zhang Xiaoliang who happened to be passing by in the distance. The sound transmission handed over Zhang Zheng to him for the time being. Duan Wuwei turned to Shi Zidao and said, "Okay, I'll leave this disciple to Xiaoliang. The master brother still has something to do with us." , let's go."

The two flew away, their clothes fluttering, Duan Wuwei looked back at Zhang Zheng's direction, his eyes sparkled, and he didn't know why.

On the spot, Zhang Xiaoliang frowned, and called coldly, "Junior Sister Zhang?"

Zhang Zheng lay on the ground half dead, without any response.

This is the second time Master has assigned me to "take care" of Junior Sister Zhang.

Zhang Xiaoliang thought for a while, he and Zhang Zheng seemed to have only met three times in total, and Zhang Zheng was in a mess all three times.

The first time she was buried in the ground, she broke out like a monster, and the next two times she just fell unconscious.

Just now the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation was very powerful, with muffled thunder billowing, lightning flashing and thunder rumbling.

How could Zhang Xiaoliang not notice, shook his head inexplicably, took out a few high-grade healing pills and Qingshen pills from the mustard space, opened Zhang Zheng's mouth roughly, poured it whole into his mouth and closed it .

The medicine took effect, the dark red blood in the hands gradually coagulated, and the abruptly broken nails re-grew.

The signal on the waist flickered with a weak white light, Zhang Xiaoliang glanced at it, and a barely visible impatience flashed in his eyes.

Standing up, injecting a bit of spiritual power into the summoning order, a delicate voice came, revealing two points of playfulness.

"Senior Brother Zhang, where are you? Shanhai Lingbi is coming soon, and Daddy told us to whip Yunhe to catch some spirit tails."

There is still more than a month left before the preliminary round.

Looking for him this time is a serious matter, Zhang Xiaoliang's expression softened a little, and he said via voice transmission: "Faming West Twelve Peaks, I still have something to do, please wait a while, Junior Sister Xiao."

As soon as the sound transmission went, there was an echo from the other side, with a light and cheerful tone.

"No trouble, I'll come and look for Senior Brother Zhang."

"Need not."

Zhang Xiaoliang watched the rumors of rejection disappear, and rubbed his brows with a headache, his mind was in a mess.

"Well……"

Lying on the ground, Zhang Zheng's eyelids trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes, and the scene in front of him gradually became clear.

Zhang Xiaoliang cast his eyes on Zhang Zheng and said, "Junior Sister Zhang? Are you okay?"

Zhang Zheng turned his head slowly, focusing on the source of the sound. It was Duan Wuwei's personal disciple——Zhang Xiaoliang.

His mind was completely clear, he got up from the ground in a jiffy, and the black charcoal wrapped in his body shook off the dust.

Zhang Zheng took the clothes and put them on himself, performed a cleansing formula, and returned to his normal appearance, then cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Zhang, I'm fine now."

"It's fine."

After Zhang Xiaoliang left a word, he turned around and was about to leave, his raised foot stopped abruptly, and he turned around and asked, "Do you know about Wang Ruojin?"

"Wang Ruojin?"

Zhang Zheng muttered these three words, thinking about it for a moment, doubts appeared in his eyes, "I have seen this person before? Zhang Zheng has no impression."

Zhang Xiaoliang's eyes were like knives, and he watched her expression intently, "You have been in a coma for ten years, and she will take care of you."

Zhang Zheng rolled his dark pupils suspiciously, his eyes were clear, "Ten years? I've been in a coma for so long."

She paused for a moment, then continued: "I don't know who Wang Ruojin is, I don't have any memory for ten years, and I was overwhelmed by lightning when I woke up."

"What happened to Wang Ruojin?"

Seeing her bewildered expression, Zhang Xiaoliang turned his head and turned his back to her, his tone as cold as a dead face.

"Some accidents happened to her. Now that you are awake, the Law Enforcement Hall will come to find you in a few days, so you will know it by then."

Watching Zhang Xiaoliang leave.

Zhang Zheng turned back to the cave, his puzzled expression disappeared without a trace, and his eyes darkened.

It seems that this matter still cannot be escaped, there will be a hard battle waiting for her in the future, and it is not easy to be fooled if it falls into the hands of the Law Enforcement Hall.

She had to think of a wording, not to mention completely clearing up the suspicion, at least not to arouse more suspicion for herself.

(End of this chapter)