There is indeed a problem with this word cultivation game

Chapter 46 Zhang Zichuan's Living Knife
The body strengthened by the mantra allows him to easily exceed the human body limit of ordinary human beings even without any means.

"Hey, even if you are not a conjurer with such a body, you can be a master in the sports industry!" Ning Pingle marveled.

With a width of more than four meters, he jumped over it in one go, and even if he hadn't controlled it a little bit, he could have jumped even further.

There is no problem in carrying out [Fist Wish Competition] in the real world.

Ning Pingle hugged Jian Youyue to the ground, and heard Jian Youyue muttering:
"No, this~ This kind of thing is more than a man who defines himself as a woman to participate in a women's competition."

"I was only joking, and how dare you assume the gender of others... You should seriously think about which ones are the truth and which ones are jokes!"

This guy, why did he just take his words seriously.

Ning Pingle said: "So you are not a magician? There is no way to use magic power to strengthen your body?"

"It was possible before." Jian Youyue looked ashamed.

"Tsk, tell me after this battle," Ning Pingle said.

"You two pay attention, talk about something later, that thing will be resurrected soon." Ji Ziyang said.

Ning Pingle no longer paid attention to Jian Youyue, but directly said to Ji Ziyang:
"Ziyang, that sword soul seems to be a class teacher of our Tiandu University. I don't know why it has become like this."

"Teacher? There are not only a dozen or so magicians resident at Tiandu University, each of whom has a name and surname...

Wait a minute, that sword soul is Bei Dao Zhang Zichuan?
Fuck, Ning Pingle, Jian Youyue, run, that's not an opponent we can win at all! " Ji Ziyang's panicked voice came from the Bluetooth.

"ahhhh~"

There was a terrifying scream.

Under the terrified gazes of the three, Yuan [Beidao·Zhang Zichuan] raised his head to the sky and screamed, and gusts of howling wind spread to the surroundings, blowing the nearby Jian Youyue to the point of collapse.

Ning Pingle stretched out his hand to hold Jian Youyue, whose body was a little out of balance, and then saw Zhang Zichuan's brain slowly blooming, like a blooming filthy flower, and filthy black lights shot up into the sky, dyeing a small piece of the sky black .

The suffocating feeling of black clouds pressing down on the city shrouded this area that ordinary people could not see clearly.

……

……

【Below the residential area】

A little girl looked up at the sky, and gently took her mother's hand:

"Mom, the sky is getting dark!"

A well-dressed young woman who can make people say "Madam, I can" looks suspiciously at the sky, but finds that there is nothing in the sky.

She bowed her head and stroked her daughter's head, saying:

"Siying, it's still early today, and mom still has some things to do, so I can't go back to the hotel so soon to rest."

The little girl rolled her eyeballs, and with a cheerful smile on her face, she said:

"I see, Mom."

……

……

【on the roof】

Everyone watched Zhang Zichuan's head "blossom". As if he didn't feel any pain, he directly inserted his right hand into his brain, accompanied by streams of ink-like liquid gushing out.

When the hand was pulled out of the head, a blade that looked like a living body slowly protruded out.

Ning Pingle saw that among the tentacles climbing on Zhang Zichuan's shoulders, one of the tentacles swelled rapidly, and a crack opened on the tentacles.

In that crack, a pitch-black eyeball seemed to be looking at the new world, looking around.

I saw that the eyeball sensed something instantly, and it directly focused on Ning Pingle.

Those weird and evil eyes made him flustered.

Where did this Zhang Zichuan spinal cord sword come from?
"The knife cuts... the body, the heart cuts... the soul."

A smile appeared on Zhang Zichuan's pale face, he stared straight at Ning Pingle, leaping into the air like a roc spreading its wings.

A long knife made of muddy water instantly took shape in his hand, swung it down towards Ning Pingle with terrifying force.

Ning Pingle reacted quickly, and swung the trekking stick in his hand towards Zhang Zichuan again, the cold knife light collided with the trekking stick wrapped in Ning Pingle's mantra.

One side is a body strengthened by a large amount of full-bodied mantra power, but lacks power-generating skills.

On the one hand, under the relatively limited spell power, the spell power is precisely wrapped around the body, and every time the force is exerted is a shocking blow that infuses one's own strength.

In this way, the two sides came to a close combat.

"It's so heavy..."

Ning Ping said sullenly.

Under this collision, Ning Pingle felt that the cleansing spell that Jian Youyue cast on him to restrain the spell power was affected.

Fortunately, his physical fitness is already good, and under the strengthening of the spell, although he has no skills, he still uses his physique to do anything wrong, forcefully blasting the [Sword Soul] away again.

"Strange? Why did he hesitate again?"

Ning Pingle looked at Zhang Zichuan suspiciously, this was not the first time.

From the very beginning when he fought Zhang Zichuan, he clearly felt that this sword soul always seemed to slow down his attack slightly in some strange places.

But he soon ran out of time to dwell on why.

A stormy knife light appeared in front of him, and the trekking pole in his hand could only be forced to stand up to block it.

Even though he was covered in spell power, under this stormy attack, a huge flaw was still revealed in an instant.

He lost control of his body and tilted towards Jian Youyue's direction.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Jian Youyue beside her had a look of fear on her face, and she was still trying to recite the mantra that was slowed down by ten or twenty times:

"Xuanzong of Heaven and Earth, the root of ten thousand, ten thousand qi..."

Ji Ziyang in the distance had already reloaded his bullets, and was aiming at Zhang Zichuan who came over on the high platform.

And Zhang Zichuan, who had mutated into a sword soul, was wrapped in a tsunami-like twisted magic power with the living knife in his hand, his numb eyes were staring at him, and he was about to swing the knife down at any time.

At this moment, above the sky full of dark clouds, there seemed to be a sound that pierced through the air like a sword hanging from the sky, and echoed in my ears.

A pair of secluded green eyes of the world slowly opened, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, mixed with a divine and solemn voice:
"Do you want to use the number of times?"

That voice said so.

frequency?how many times?
The firm belief hidden in that voice seemed to be announcing to the whole world that He would command everything, arrogant and confident.

This kind of extreme self-confidence gave him a strong urge to agree for a while, it seemed that after he promised, everything would be different.

but……

Ning Pingle quickly realized who the owner of the voice was.

Who else could it be except the cruel Xiangliu who was locked in a small black room by him.

Of course Ning Pingle knew that releasing Xiangliu would change everything.

There is no doubt about Xiangliu's strength.

He had personally experienced her destructive power when she used his own body to fight Zhou Beimo.

There is no doubt that even in the incomplete state, she is still the fierce god who devours nine mountains and floods several countries.

Power is her endorsement, and destroying a city is nothing but a matter of ease for her.

This is a real monster that is alive and can continuously release the destructive power of the Great Ivan, nicknamed "Ivan the Great".

The scene in that time slot in the dormitory of Tiandu University is still vivid in his memory. It can be said that as long as she is released, the current crisis will be reversed directly.

However, this was what Xiang Liu wanted, but not what he wanted.

[Xiangliu's Corpse] Out of the cage, there will be endless troubles.

After devouring some of Xiang Liu's corpses in the organization, he got a chance for Xiang Liu to help him with all his strength.

But for Ning Pingle, this opportunity is not for use... only the bargaining chip in the hand is worth negotiating.

Xiang Liu was not an easy master to deal with, but he seemed to attach great importance to the oath.

What's more... Isn't the Twelve Flower Gods going back in time for this kind of moment?

Thinking of this, he said in his heart without hesitation:

"I reject!"

　Street diary:
　　【Disliked diary】

　　Today, my mother wants to take a long-distance look at the cats at home to see if they have grown fur and become more beautiful.

　　Then the adult mother said after reading it, it's a little longer, but it's still ugly!
　　(Evaluation: I checked my eyes, my mother is a long-haired school. In addition, I found that I forgot to set up automatic distribution today. Sorry, tomorrow’s has already been set, and it will still be updated regularly)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)