WeChat Cultivation

Chapter 173
Seeing that Song Heming was missing an arm and a pair of legs, was covered in blood, and rushed over like a lunatic, several Nascent Soul mid-stages were frightened.

They have seen a lot since they lived to this day, but even seeing such a person eight or ten times is still terrifying.

As the saying goes, those who are too aggressive are afraid of their lives, and this is the truth.

Zhao Youze and Fang Chongyang, who had no fighting strength, retreated behind, while Qian Zengquan, a powerful fighting strength, rushed to the front.

He never defended himself. These high-grade magic weapons and middle-grade magic weapons fell on him, and they couldn't even bounce a spark. Not only could they not harm him, but the shock force from his body could make the opponent's palm numb.

When he reached the Nascent Soul stage, his whole body was like a top-grade magic weapon. Even if the top-grade magic weapon came, it might not be able to break his skin, unless a low-grade mysterious weapon like Fan Di could overwhelm him.

Qian Zengquan has always been fierce in killing enemies. He stretched out his hand and grabbed one, and then tore it open like a cloth. The opponent's Nascent Soul was about to leave the body, but he grabbed it and crushed it.The burst of mana in it can't hurt him at all.

In just 2 minutes, under Qian Zengquan's unilateral massacre and Song Heming's desperate fight, the eight Nascent Souls were wiped out in the mid-term.

Qian Zengquan was unscathed, while Song Heming looked much miserable.He was carried on Fang Chongyang's back, and the Nascent Soul mana in his body slowly repaired his body.

Although the injury was miserable, he was very happy.Because he killed three, Yi Yuan Ying killed three Nascent Souls in the middle stage, this record made him feel that he would not be held back by following Fan Di.

When Fan Di arrived, Song Heming's physical body had recovered, but his mana was still weak.

He took out a handful of pills for him to swallow, and Song Heming returned to his peak posture in an instant.

Even one of these pills is very precious in the hands of an ordinary Nascent Soul Stage, but to superimpose a Nascent Soul Stage's mana back to its peak, at least twenty pills are needed.

Just now, Fan Di just poured out the whole bottle of thirty or forty coins.

His pills were piled up as high as a three or four-story building, so much that he didn't care at all.

As soon as they met, he couldn't help but share resources, and he especially gave Song Heming several times more pills.Since he has chosen this path, he cannot stop him, the only thing he can do is to give him more support.

No matter who it is, as long as it is his own choice, even if it is suicide, Fan Di will not stop it.Because it was his own choice and deserves to be respected.

Returning to the station with the four people who came belatedly, the morning of No.30's four days was soon ushered in.

It's a pity that there is no sunshine today, and what is ushered in is the continuous rain.

The sky was gloomy, and the rain kept falling, bringing a sense of coolness without any interval.For them with the strength of the Nascent Soul stage, as long as they put a little mana outside their heads, this ordinary rain will naturally not be able to drench people.

The pity is Fang Chongyang, Jin Dan's control over mana has not yet reached such a level in the later stage, so he can only find a magic weapon umbrella to support it.

The cultivation resources allocated by Fan Di are very rich for them, enough to support them to reach the late stage of Nascent Soul, and it just takes time.

As for Fan Di, who relies on devouring and refining other people's Nascent Soul, it is better to go out for a walk than to meditate here.

Therefore, when "." newly opened the secret storehouse, he immediately rushed over alone.

The secret name of this place is: Zi Tiangong.

It is said that it is the inhabited place of a group who built the Heavenly Palace for the Emperor of Heaven.This ethnic group is called "Tiangong", and they are all skilled craftsmen.It's a pity that the general strength is not good, but fortunately there is the blessing of the heavens, otherwise this ethnic group that can create treasures but has little strength would have been extinct long ago.

Even if this "Zi Tian Gong" is looted and brought to the dark chaos, it doesn't matter, there are "Chi Tian Gong", "Xuan Tian Gong" and other ethnic groups' living places in the heaven, so extermination of the clan will not happen.

That's it, Fan Di went on an adventure to hunt for treasure, while the others practiced on their own, and two days passed quickly.

With the support of a huge amount of resources, in the early morning of No. 30, except for Fang Chongyang who just broke through the early stage of Nascent Soul yesterday, everyone else had already reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul.But the Black Emperor Snake first entered the spirit transformation realm, and the Dragon Spirit Bear was a little slower.

In the early morning of this day, Fan Di had just come out of the secret store "Pujue Shendi", when he saw a figure covered in brown hair and holding a black stick in the distance.Who is that if it’s not Zhao Dahai?

He was about to walk over, but he found someone Zhao Dahai was fighting with. Looking carefully, it was Zhu Ting.

And the Zhu Ting at this moment is no longer the Zhu Ting of the past.

At this moment, Zhu Ting is still as beautiful as before, but her pure white face is covered with a layer of coldness that has never faded for a thousand years. She is dressed in white clothes that are better than snow, with white black silk fluttering behind her back, holding a pale cold sword in her hand, waving The breath emanating from between is terrifying.

"Hehehe, Your Excellency Xuannv, I, Xuanmo, have no grievances or enmities with you, so why do you have to kill me?"

Zhao Dahai was holding the black stick, and he clearly had murderous intentions all over him, so his words were a little more treacherous now.

Zhu Ting's face was as cold as frost, and she was dressed in a pure white ancient costume, making her look like a fairy.

She directly drew out the long sword, and the terrifying sword energy came towards her immediately. The black stick of Xuan Mo smashed it up, and then rushed over, stabbing her dantian with one stick, clearly intending to kill someone.

Of course, Xuannv didn't keep her hand, the white silk rolled and wrapped around Xuanmo's arm and black stick, and the long sword stabbed directly at Dantian.

These two people have clearly forgotten about each other, and they are fighting to the death.

Seeing that she was anxious, Fan Di hastily pulled out the Wansheng sword and jumped up to push away the Xuannv sword. At the same time, she cut off Xuannv Ling and rescued Xuanmo.

Xuannv's complexion sank. "Fellow Daoist wants to help the demon?"

Fan Di frowned slightly, Zhu Ting even forgot about herself.On the contrary, when Zhao Dahai saw him, his eyes were bright and he clearly remembered him.

as predicted.

"Boss, help me kill this crazy woman, we'll talk about it afterwards."

He roared loudly, pulled out his black stick and rushed over immediately.

Both of them are in the late stage of Nascent Soul, and both have reached the state of consummation of spirit transformation, and the next step is the stage of transformation of gods.These two fight, as long as a mistake will cause serious injury or death to one of them.

If Fan Di really helped Xuanmo, Xuannv would definitely die.But then Zhao Dahai would not only lose all his mana, but when he regained his memory, his life would be worse than death.Such an ending might as well let Zhu Ting kill Zhao Dahai!
But it was impossible for him to watch Hai Hai get killed.

For Fan Di, he fell into a dilemma.

　Fifth watch, it should be.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)