Chapter 3357 no spiritual power within a hundred miles
In the evening, the sunset is picturesque.
At the Mingyuan Villa under the Zhonglin Mountains, there is no longer the excitement of a heaven-sacrifice ceremony.
Practitioners from all over the world left the villa one after another.
The news of Dongzhou winning the championship was aroused, and the people of Tianyu gathered together to discuss the empress.
Recently, the Tianji Tower's Fate-Destiny Conference is about to take place. Hundreds of millions of cultivators have immediately forgotten the beauty of the empress and are thinking about the Fate-Destiny Conference every day.
Mingyuan Villa.
Qingge practiced without eating or drinking for several days. The phantom power dredged the meridians, forged the bones, and was refined from the true essence, turning it into a more pure energy.
Qingge used the abundant and pure phantom power to circulate along the meridians and organs for a full twelve small weeks, and then used the power of god-level true energy to hone the Dantian.
The process of cultivation is boring and tedious, and it is not easy to calm down and practice down-to-earth.
Now, even if Qing Ge is bent on making a quick breakthrough, he still knows not to rush for success.
The room was full of rich and pure phantom spiritual power, condensing here like a storm, surrounding Qing Ge on all four sides.
For several days in a row, the owner of Mingyuan Villa, Yang Hong, had a sad face, and the people under his command were complaining.
On this day, Yang Hong finally decided to go to the Dongzhou camp. He saw Jiu Ci who was doing nothing early. Yang Hong's face was full of a flattering smile. He walked up to Jiu Ci and asked sarcastically: "Jiu Dian, how are you doing recently?"
How is it?"
"It's none of your business." Jiuci said angrily.
Yang Hong's next words were all stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a single word. Looking at the impatient Jiu Ci, he was about to cry.
Jiu Ci turned around and left, leaving only Yang Hong behind.
Fortunately, Yang Hong saw a life-saving straw. The night terror appeared in front of Yang Hong like a rain of time. Yang Hong walked up to him and asked with a smile: "How is Lord Ye doing lately?"
"Very good." Ye Jingfeng said: "I heard that Master Yang was invited to Tianji Tower's Fate-Destiny Conference. Master Yang should be busy with this matter, but he should come to Dongzhou Pavilion when he has time." Yang Hongpi smiled.
Without a smile, he pointed to the attic in front of him. After holding it in for a long time, he said solemnly: "Monarch Ye, you see the empress has been practicing for three or four days in a row. This iron body can't bear it. What's more, the empress is still young.
Should pay more
You just need to rest." "Ge'er has been very energetic these days, which happens to be the bottleneck period of cultivation, so she practices non-stop day and night. She is a child who does everything like a desperate Sanniang. As a father, I
There is nothing we can do." Ye Jingfeng glanced at the towering
Attic, sighed and whispered.
Yang Hong looked embarrassed and hesitated to speak. Ye Jingfeng asked: "Master Yang, if you have anything to do, why don't you tell me directly?" "Brother Ye..." Yang Hong took a breath and said, "It's not that I don't let the Empress practice.
, I am not so stingy. The Empress is also welcome to stay at Mingyuan Villa for a long time. However, as soon as the Empress practices cultivation, all the phantom power within a hundred miles will be exhausted. Brother Ye, look at this.
Is there still phantom spiritual power in the sky? Let alone phantom spiritual power, there is no aura or spiritual power. How can this make other cultivators survive? In just three days, there are already countless
Practitioners from Qing Dynasty came to me to talk about this matter."
Ye Jingfeng's eyes darkened slightly, he put his fist to his lips and coughed twice. He looked around and sensed for a while, and then he realized that Yang Hong was right.
With the East Pavilion as the center, all the phantom power in the sky has dried up. This is simply bad news for the other cultivators, who wish they could move as soon as possible to be far away from the empress.
Ye Jingfeng sighed: "This child forgets everything when she practices. Don't worry, Master Yang, I will go and tell her."
"Then there is Lord Lao Ye." Yang Hong breathed a sigh of relief.
This is not an option... "Lord Ye, Dongzhou is an independent place, and the empress is also the lord of the heavenly domain. You should also be invited to the Tianji Building's Legend Conference. Look at the killing weapon spirits suppressed in the East Pavilion. It has also disappeared. The current Mingyuan Villa is not safe either.
It’s better to return to Dongzhou early so that we can start preparing for the Destiny Conference.” Yang Hong said with a smile, the implication of which was to drive people away.
"Mr. Yang's words make sense. I will discuss this matter with Ge'er later. During this time, it has also caused trouble to the manor." Ye Jingfeng said calmly.
"No trouble, no trouble, I admire the empress very much, and I wish the Lords of Dongzhou could stay for a few more days." Yang Hong waved his hand lightly, smiling like a spring breeze, and said politely.
"Since Mr. Yang is so enthusiastic, let's stay a few more days."
After Ye Jingfeng finished speaking, the smile on Yang Hong's face froze at an alarming speed, like a frozen scene, standing blankly.
If it weren't for the inappropriateness of the situation, Yang Hong would have cried.
He was just being polite, why did Ye Jingfeng take it seriously?
"Master Yang is such a hospitable person, we can't let Master Yang feel cold," Ye Jingfeng said.
Yang Hong smiled extremely ugly, "Everyone here, my Mingyuan Villa is shining brightly."
Yang Hong secretly cursed Ye Jingfeng, an old fox, for falling into Ye Jingfeng's trap in circles.
The reason why the empress refused to go to Dongzhou to practice was because she didn’t want to consume Dongzhou’s phantom spiritual power, so she continued to stay in Mingyuan Villa and waste the phantom spiritual power within a hundred miles radius.
The phantom power flowing in the sky is not inexhaustible, but no practitioner has ever been so exaggerated as to suck it dry.
However... the Empress of Dongzhou is not a normal practitioner.
Ye Jingfeng looked at Yang Hong's fleeing figure and put away the smile on his face. Then he looked at the attic standing behind him, and his eyes fell on the window lattice of the tall building.
Qing Ge practiced in that room.
Ye Jingfeng stood with his hands behind his hands and took a deep breath.
In the past few days, the Four Apocalypse Divisions, Divine Realm Zhonglin, the Lord of Independence and their practitioners have all returned.
Today, in Mingyuan Villa, only Dongzhou remains in the pavilion camp.
Not only the practitioners around Mingyuan Villa and Fangyuan, but also the warriors in Dongzhou are not practicing.
This also proves the saying that if the empress practices cultivation, other cultivators can only eat and wait to die.
Ye Jingfeng's eyes darkened, and he stood here and stared for a long time.
The reason why Qingge insists on practicing here is not that they deliberately consume the phantom power of Mingyuan Villa and leave the phantom power of Dongzhou to local practitioners as Yang Hong and others think. Qingge never said that, but As a father, Ye Jingfeng understood that during the few days Ji Yue stayed at Mingyuan Villa, the couple had a deep relationship with each other. Because of this, Qing Ge was reluctant to leave Mingyuan Villa and this attic, even though the time was short. short
, but Ji Yue left his tenderness and breath here.
Ye Jingfeng also understood the difficulty of Master Yang Hong, but he didn't want to break the silence.
It was night, Ye Jingfeng had worked hard to prepare a delicious meal, and the top practitioners of Dongzhou gathered around three large tables.
"Xiao Jiu, go and tell Ge'er to let her go downstairs for dinner." Ye Jingfeng glanced at Miss Jiu who was doing the trick.
Miss Ninth nodded, ran up the stairs, knocked on the door, and whispered: "Senior Sister, in order to celebrate Dongzhou's good results in the ceremony to sacrifice to heaven, Ye Jianzun made a lot of delicious food, and Senior Sister
Here’s my favorite roast chicken.”
Miss Jiu knew that Qingge was practicing inside, so she didn't bother her too much after bringing the news, and immediately went downstairs to help Ye Jingfeng.
When Miss Ninth was about to go out to bring the soup that Ye Jingfeng had stewed, she bumped into Mo You and Jiu Ci at the threshold holding hands.
She lowered her head and glanced at the hands they were holding. She still felt pain on the left side of her chest, so that her whole chest hurt. "My Lady Saint, Senior Brother Ah Qi and I roasted a hare for you. I'll leave it to you later."
It tastes so good in front of me. Ye Jianzun also simmered a nourishing and warming soup. Autumn has arrived, and the saint must take good care of yourself." Miss Ninth smiled with a smile on her face.
, after saying that, he jumped out like a rabbit.
Mo You's eyes were cold, and he lowered his eyes, then looked at the people in the room. He pursed his lips and hesitated for a while, then pulled out his hand forcefully.
"There are many people in the house, so this is against the rules." Mo You said with a frown.
Jiuci clenched it tightly and walked forward generously.
Everyone in the room caught a glimpse of the two people holding hands, and they all winked and made meaningful noises.
"Our Lord, it seems that he has had his first love." Liu Yan'er was wiping the Waning Moon Knife, looking sideways, showing her white teeth and smiling.
"Not to mention, the poster has a very good sense." Long Shitian said.
You'er muttered: "Is Shitian saying that the Holy Lady has bad taste?"
"..."
Outside the house, Miss Ninth's expression changed slightly as she went back and forth carrying soup, then she raised a smile and walked inside: "Everyone, give in, the soup is here..."
The food is on the table and almost ready.
"Is Ge'er still practicing?" Jiuci took Mo You to the seat and asked.
Ye Jingfeng smiled: "Let her practice. Let's eat first. For this glass of wine, I'll pay tribute to everyone here on Ge'er's behalf..."
"It's unethical to start eating before everyone is here."
A clear and resonant voice sounded, and everyone in the room looked up. A beautiful woman in red was leaning on the door lintel, with a smile as bright as a flower and lightly raised eyebrows. That lazy nobility was the empress they revered!
They thought that the empress would hide in the house and practice as usual, and no one dared to disturb Qingge's practice because of the matter of condensing the spirit elixir.
Since you can't sleep peacefully, it's better to practice hard than to take the spirit-condensing pills, and Qing Ge must take at least ten spirit-condensing pills at one time to be effective.
Moreover, Qing Ge had slept for a full ten days before, so Ye Jingfeng and others were not worried that Qing Ge would be overtired.
Seeing Qing Ge stop practicing and willing to come out to see everyone and have a bite of food, the soldiers in Dongzhou were overjoyed and stood up to greet Qing Ge. Jiu Ci picked up the cloak on one side and walked towards Qing Ge, looking at Qing Ge
The thin-clothed man said displeasedly: "It's autumn now, and it's windy and cold at night, so I don't know how to take care of myself. You should stop practicing first and wait for a while. Even if the wild man is gone,
Aren’t we still there?”
Qing Ge's eyes were bright, she gathered her cloak and looked at Jiu Ci with a smile.
When Qing Ge was about to take her seat, Mo You patted the empty seat next to her: "Empress, here..."
Hearing this, Qingge looked towards Mo You, and then sat down next to Mo You.
Jiu Ci's jaw dropped to the ground in shock. The position of Qing Ge turned out to be his...
Now that Qingge was sitting, his sister couldn't be driven away, so he had no choice but to sit opposite Moyou.
Ye Jingfeng served Qingge a bowl of soup, "Drink the soup first to warm yourself up."
Qing Ge took the soup bowl and took a sip.
Crunch, crunch...
Suddenly a strong wind blew, causing the half-open door to sway back and forth, making a harsh noise. As if he remembered something, with a face full of hatred, Jiu Ci stood up and closed the door heavily. With a wave of his hand, all the windows in the attic were opened.
It has been closed, and he is still cursing: "I hate the wind the most. Who said the wind can only go in one direction? I
Close the door, it will have to change direction." Jiu Ci heard the "whimpering" sound of the wind outside the door, like a victorious general, he raised a victor's smile.
Don't worry about helping your forehead.
childish……
Jiu Ci didn't understand. Even if the door was closed, the wind would not change its direction. The all-pervasive wind would come in along the crack in the door.
If there is not even a crack, they will stick here until they have no strength left...
Sitting on her right was Qing Ge, and on her left was Ye Jingfeng. Jiu Ci came over and patted Ye Jingfeng on the shoulder: "Dad, the owner of Yang Hong Village seems to have passed away. Go and have a look."
People in the room stopped eating and drinking.
Ye Jingfeng just took a sip of the soup. He almost choked after hearing Jiu Ci's words, and stood in front of the table in a daze.
Didn't Master Yang still chat and laugh with him in the afternoon? Why did he die that night?
Ye Jingfeng couldn't figure it out, so he also stood up. Jiu Ci took advantage of the situation and sat on Ye Jingfeng's seat, using chopsticks to pick up food from the dishes in front of Mo You.