Ninth Demon Lord

Chapter 58
"boom."

Quan Ding was shocked, and a crack appeared.

Damn!

Feng Ting felt distressed, but he didn't dare to take Quan Ding away.

But fortunately, although there are cracks in this spring tripod, it still releases a spring-like aura.

The hole was getting smaller, and Feng Ting was desperately washing it, but because he inhaled too much aura and it was too rich, even though his ability to control the aura was appalling, the meridians couldn't bear the pressure.

If it continues, it won't take long before the meridian will break due to too much pressure.

At this time, the damned Thunderbolt Fire Seed desperately released a stream of heat, flew out of the hole that was about to be closed, drew an arc in front of Feng Ting, and crashed into the spring cauldron.

"boom."

There was a huge earthquake in the tripod, so strong that Feng Ting almost threw the tripod away.

After Thunderbolt released this stream of heat, it seemed to be exhausted, and it became powerlessly quiet.

After a while, the hole in the dantian was repaired by Danyan, the aura stopped leaking out, and the pure aura in the dantian reached a balance.

Thunderbolt's counterattack was contained, and Feng Ting finally slowed down the speed of sucking spiritual energy.

After a long time, he moved Quan Ding away from his mouth, looked at the two tiny cracks on the Ding's body, and felt resentful in his heart.

Damn Human Torch!Almost made it work!
Feng Ting frowned, feeling that he was a little careless before, thinking that if he didn't practice spiritual power, without the warmth of spiritual power, Thunderbolt Tinder would not wake up.

Looking at it now, without the gentleness of spiritual power, although its awakening power will be very weak and difficult to last, it is by no means impossible to awaken.

In the future, we must constantly control it, and we must not take it lightly.

The higher the cultivation level, the stronger the control of the aura.

For the time being, the problem of the Thunderbolt riot is solved, but there is still one problem.

Quanding is broken!

Looking at the cracks on the spring tripod, Feng Ting was heartbroken.

This sudden crisis proves the importance of this spring tripod. If there is no supplement of spring tripod's spiritual energy, I am afraid that the thunderbolt fire seed will wake up.

Although the spring cauldron can still be used for the time being, the spiritual energy released is obviously not so strong.

We must find a way to fix this small cauldron!

Fortunately, he was a Qi Zun in one life, and his art of refining weapons was extraordinary and holy, and he has the ability to repair the cracks on the spring, but his state is too low at the moment, and he has no spiritual power to use.

If you want to repair, you must rely on external force.

He remembered that near Tianshu City, there was a gilt pond hidden underground. If the gilt erodes the spring, and then tempered with Huorong Dan, it should be able to repair the two. road cracks.

Feng Ting sighed helplessly.

Now it seems that she can only accompany Talented Xin to Tianshu City by the way.

This thrilling process just now left Feng Ting with lingering fears. He didn't dare to use practice instead of practice, but quietly felt the quiet Thunderbolt Tinder.

At the same time, the healing flame released a warm breath to repair the damaged meridians due to the crazy absorption of spiritual power.

An hour later, the pain in the meridians was completely healed, but the lost pure aura would not be fully replenished in a short while.

Originally, in the past few days, with Bai Xiang's blood training, plus the blood washing pill, he already felt advanced.

But after such a toss, the progress of advancement will naturally be delayed.

The spiritual energy needs to be replenished first, and the spring has cracks, the released spiritual energy is not so strong, and the process of replenishing the pure spiritual energy will inevitably slow down.

After another hour of enjoying the spiritual warmth, Feng Ting flew down from the big tree, and began to use practice instead of practice, practicing Yizi Bengquan.

"boom……"

With a flat straight punch, the six layers of power surged and scattered, the surrounding trees trembled, and dozens of green leaves fell one after another.

"boom……"

Repeatedly punching again and again, the spiritual energy surged again and again, and desperately controlled again and again.

This process was arduous and boring, no one could bear it except Feng Ting.

Replacing refining with practice, this is the best way to practice martial arts, and of course it is also the most difficult way.

Especially for Feng Ting, because he has the Thunderbolt Fire Seed in his body, he needs to practice hard, but he can't let the aura in his body surge too vigorously.

This requires not only caution, but also extraordinary control.

If he hadn't been reborn in the ninth world, it would be impossible to have such unparalleled control.

……

In the middle of the night, Feng Ting led the people out of the yard just like the previous few days.

The mouthwateringly fresh taste had already wafted in the yard, and Feng Ting suddenly felt very hungry.

"Little brother, have a cup of tea first." Xin Han brought the tea and placed it in front of Feng Ting.

"Thank you." Feng Ting took the teacup and took a sip of tea.

Xin Han, Hua Fenfei, and Ding Chundong were busy with dinner.

Feng Ting could tell that although Xin Han's complexion was clear and elegant, his frail body was obviously exhausted.

A tall figure walked into the yard.

"See Master..."

Everyone bowed and saluted.

"Father."

Feng Ting also got up.

Feng and his party signaled Feng Ting to sit down, and he sat down too.

Ding Chundong immediately came over to serve tea.

Feng and his party took a sip of tea, looked at Feng Ting, and said silently: "Feng Ting, Xin Han takes care of you so much, don't you change your mind?"

Feng Ting knew that his father was talking about going to Tianshu City, so it seemed that the Qinggong Hall had gone through the back door.

Feng and his party continued: "Feng Ting, if Xin Han shows up at the Tianshu Conference, it will also improve the reputation of our Ye Haizong."

"I know." Feng Ting casually agreed.

Feng and his party continued: "Participating in the Tianshu Conference has always been a heartfelt wish."

"I know."

Li Yuan and the others next to him sighed in their hearts when they heard Feng Ting said these three words again.

Junior brother, you know everything, so what if you go with him?

Feng Xingxing continued: "Your mother and I met at the Tianshu Conference."

When Feng Ting heard this, he was very surprised, and asked: "Father, are you going to participate in the Tianshu Conference?"

Feng Xingxing said with a smile: "It was your mother who went to participate in the Tianshu Conference, and I will watch the excitement."

"So that's the case."

Feng Xingxing continued: "I don't know what's going on with your grandfather's illness! I just became suzerain, so I can't leave. You have such an extraordinary skill in refining medicine, you can just go and show your grandfather's body."

After rebirth, Feng Ting hadn't seen his mother and grandfather yet, and he also wanted to meet these two people who doted on him the most.

Moreover, if you want to repair the spring tripod, you always have to go to Tianshu City, so he gave this favor to Sect Master Feng. He said with a smile: "Since you want to see your mother and grandpa, let's go to Tianshu City by the way."

"This is the best, this is the best."

Feng Xingxing was full of relief, and the spiritual practitioners beside him also heaved a sigh of relief.

Xin Han, who was busy at the stove, saw everyone's smiles and felt what had happened. She also breathed a sigh of relief, with smiles all over her face.

In an instant, everyone in the courtyard laughed.

Xin Han came in front of Feng Ting and Feng and his party, and said with a smile: "Master Feng, junior brother, let's eat late at night."

Feng Xingxing said with a smile: "I'll forget it, you guys can eat."

"Thank you, Uncle Feng." Xin Han bowed and saluted with gratitude on his face.

Feng Xingxing said with a smile: "You guys discuss it and see when to leave."

"It's all up to the younger brother to decide." Xin Han replied.

"I'm hungry." Feng Ting said.

"Junior Brother, please." Xin Han respectfully made a gesture of invitation.

"Ha ha……"

Seeing Xin Han respectful to his son, Feng and his party laughed and floated away.

Feng Ting walked into the main room to eat, while the others ate in the courtyard.

After a while, the emaciated black-clothed disciple came again, and walked into the main room without talking to the crowd.

Although everyone feels a little uncomfortable, they are used to it.

Intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced at the closed door, not knowing what the little junior brother was talking about with the black-clothed disciple.

In the main room, Feng Ting and the disciple in black were eating seafood as if nothing had happened.

After all, eating seafood is more troublesome than eating meat, but this is not an obstacle for the two of them at all.

Not long after, the plates on the table were empty, and in front of the two of them, there were many shell claws of seafood.

Feng Ting casually looked at the black-clothed disciple, and said, "How do you feel these days?"

"Your Huo Rong Dan is very effective. The cold air in my meridians has been gradually suppressed." The black-clothed disciple replied.

"But it's just suppression, and it can't completely dispel the cold air yet." Feng Ting said.

"Even if I stop taking Huorong Pill now, I can live another month."

The black-clothed disciple's words were obviously grateful, but his tone was still so indifferent.

Feng Ting said casually: "If you don't object, I will always use Huo Rong Pill to suppress the coldness in your meridians."

The black-clothed disciple looked up at Feng Ting: "You want me to keep your favor?"

Feng Ting smiled and said: "You are willing to appreciate, I have no objection. If you don't want to appreciate, I will not ask you for anything in return."

The black-clothed disciple was silent for a while: "I don't want to appreciate it, and I don't want to rely on others."

"why?"

"Because I'm going to die after all."

There was an imperceptible trace of sadness in the eyes of the disciple in black.

Feng Ting casually smiled and said, "Everyone is mortal, so why should we give up everything just because we are going to die sooner or later?"

Hearing this, the black-clothed disciple's eyes trembled slightly: "I haven't given up."

Feng Ting smiled slightly: "Life is a pleasant thing. While you are alive, do more things you want to do, and you will be happier."

Hei Yi frowned, and then said, "Is there still Huo Rong Pill?"

"Yes." Feng Ting said as he took out a flaming panacea.

The disciple in black took the Huo Rong Pill, swallowed it casually, and then said, "Come with me to meet someone."

"The person who killed last night?" Feng Ting asked.

"Why do you think I didn't kill the person last night?" the black-clothed disciple asked back.

Feng Ting smiled and said: "Although you are very good at killing people, but killing so many people at once, I feel that you may not be able to do it."

The disciple in black cast a cold glance at Feng Ting, got up and said, "Let's go."

After speaking, he walked out of the room first.

Feng Ting got up to follow, walked out of the room, and followed the disciple in black to the courtyard gate.

"Little brother, where are you going?" Li Yuan asked immediately.

"I'm going for a walk, you don't have to follow." Feng Ting said as he quickly followed the black-clothed disciple.

Li Yuan and the other twelve spiritual practitioners all stood up and looked at each other. In fact, everyone was a little worried.

But the little junior brother said it simply, if they didn't let them follow, they could only watch the two figures disappear.

(End of this chapter)