Zhao Fan and the Long Yao Heavenly Sword fell downwards like a sack. His whole body was seriously injured and he no longer had the strength to move his fingers...
And the incarnation of my uncle's magic power also dissipated into nothingness.
However, my uncle floated into the air, caught Zhao Fan with one hand, and slowly descended while smiling from ear to ear: "Without the Heavenly Pill, it still won't work."
"..." Zhao Fan was in his arms, feeling extremely depressed. The previous minute could best be described as "black sixty seconds". He was completely beaten. Not only that, the mana in the Prajna bottle was replenished crazily.
But it was consumed crazily, and no trace of storage was left!
It wasn't until he was seriously injured that he could no longer recover, that my uncle's incarnation of mana died, and it dissipated because it was exhausted.
"Originally, if I didn't have the Heavenly Sword Pill, I thought that with the Dao of Swordsmanship and the Five Heavenly Sword Styles, I would have a lot of confidence in Han Ruyi." Zhao Fan shook his head and sighed, "It seems I was naive."
"No."
The great-uncle said with a smile: "My incarnation of magic power is indeed the peak of the holy realm, but it is condensed from the magic power of the divine realm. The dragon beads in your second Dantian are also the dragon power of the divine realm. However, your realm is too low.
I can't exert it to the extreme, so I have an advantage in terms of mana, including consciousness, as if it were the real body, which is not equal. Even if you are now at the first level of the Divine Treasure Realm, you are no match for the incarnation of my mana."
"If I had said this earlier, I would no longer have to doubt my life."
Zhao Fan rolled his eyes and soon fell into a sleepy state of exhaustion.
After landing, my uncle sent Zhao Fan to Lin Qianqian's boudoir and didn't care about him anymore.
Zhao Fan's serious injury was just a physical injury. My uncle was very measured and did not damage his internal organs, bones and important tendons, so he let him sleep for a while, and the mana recovered during the period would be enough.
Repair the injury slowly.
My uncle came to the living room and said hello to Lin Qianqian, and then went to play chess with Liu Qibi again.
As for Zhao Yan, he was not in Shenglong Mansion today. He asked him to follow Lin Longtu in Uncle Wang's car to the provincial capital early in the morning, euphemistically saying that he would experience the modernization of China.
Baby Dragon and Yingying were not at home either, so they sneaked out to play somewhere unknown.
The atmosphere in Thang Long Mansion is much quieter than usual.
Until noon, the scene became lively, because a cool and beautiful figure walked into Shenglong Mansion, looking at the magic circle arranged by my uncle and grandpa as if it was nothing, and arrived at the No. 7 house as if strolling in a garden.
The moment I pushed open the courtyard door.
Lin Qianqian, Xiao Diao and Ning Xiyu, the beautiful trio, all came to greet them, "Chun'er, long time no see!"
"Yes, I hurriedly hurriedly and slowly, finally achieved the goal set by the old man." Chen Chun'er raised her long hair gloriously, hugged them respectively, and then asked: "Where is Brother Fan?"
Why don’t you see him?”
"Eh? Sister Chun'er, how do you know he's back?" Xiao Diao asked strangely.
"Because Qianqian, whose memory has been sealed, won't waste time with you in the yard."
Chen Chuner smiled slightly.
"Humph, who said it wouldn't be possible?" Xiao Diao pouted and huffed.
Lin Qianqian and Ning Xiyu were smiling at the side, and then the former said: "Fanfan was seriously injured by his uncle and grandpa, and he is unconscious in the room upstairs."
"The old man is really cruel." Chen Chun'er was not in a hurry to look at Zhao Fan. He turned around and came to the stone table on the other side of the yard, saluted symbolically: "Master, Chun'er has driven all nine wooden stakes.
Broken."
As soon as she finished speaking, she gently flicked her icy jade-like palms, and a large number of broken thick wooden piles appeared on the ground. Each section was covered with bruises, like rotten wood that had been tortured.
"It's a little later than I expected. I'll just give you a pass." Although my uncle said it was difficult, there was a smile on his face that couldn't be concealed.
After Zhao Fan disappeared, Chen Chun'er begged her uncle and uncle to have the strength to help when Brother Fan returned to take revenge on the Shenji Sect.
My great-uncle agreed. One day, he took Chen Chun'er to a magic circle in a barren mountain. It was isolated from the outside world. If he wanted to leave, he could only break the nine wooden stakes inserted in the ground and let the magic circle pass.
The array will destroy itself. No matter what method is used, it will be considered successful if it is broken.
And those wooden stakes were all broken and chipped casually on the mountain by my great-uncle in front of Chen Chun'er.
At first, Chen Chun'er thought that the other party was fooling her, but in less than an hour, she discovered the magic of these nine wooden stakes. At that time, she tried her best and could not destroy any of them. At most, she left insignificant traces.
Even the holy body cannot shake the wooden stake.
As for my great uncle, he has already left.
She was the only one left in the circle.
In order to leave and help Zhao Fan, Chen Chuner meditated hard at night and tried to destroy the wooden stakes during the day...
The sun and the moon alternate, and the cycle begins again and again.
As day after day passed, Chen Chun'er also unknowingly increased her strength, from leaving light marks on the wooden pile, to knocking off the first piece of sawdust, to the first crack appearing, and then to the first wooden piece.
The breaking of the pile…
My great-uncle said as early as the first day that if you want to give up, just touch the token he left behind to break the formation.
Chen Chun'er, however, seemed to have forgotten the token placed in the corner, and worked hard towards her goal non-stop. Finally, three nights ago, she broke the remaining three wooden stakes in succession!
At that moment, the magic circle that had trapped her for so long shattered like a plastic bag wrapped in firecrackers.
The tight strings in Chen Chun'er's heart relaxed. Since she had been almost sleepless during this period in order to conquer the stakes, she was already exhausted physically and mentally, so she fell to the ground and fell asleep. After more than 70 hours of sleep, Chen Chun'er recovered.
After reaching its peak, he returned to Shenglong Mansion in the north of the Yangtze River.
Chen Chun'er looked at her great-uncle's expression and curled her lips and said, "What you say means what you mean! Old man, those nine broken wooden piles are as smelly and hard as the stones in the toilet. What methods did you use?"
"Don't say it, don't say it."
My great-uncle said with a smile: "Go away and don't disturb me playing chess with Qibi."
"Can't tell?"
Chen Chun'er's eyes suddenly burst into flames, and she rushed behind her uncle and grandpa, locking her neck with one hand and grabbing her beard with the other, "Do you want to tell me?"
"So rude? What a treason!" My uncle begged for mercy again and again: "Can't I say it? Those nine wooden stakes were refined by my divine power. The first one has the defense of the middle stage of the holy realm, and the last one is in ascending order.
When all the defenses in the late stage of the Holy Realm are broken through,
It means that your offensive has the power of the late stage of the Holy Realm, and that array is a sun and moon essence array specially used to temper the bodies of warriors of the Henglian lineage. It absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon, making the array like a dye vat.
Being inside is strengthening your physique all the time..."
"No wonder."
Chen Chun'er suddenly understood and let go of her hand, "Thank you, old man."
"You're welcome." My uncle straightened his messy clothes and said seriously: "I won't charge you for the nine wooden stakes. That sun and moon array has almost consumed three-thirds of the money I have treasured for most of my life.
One, you can still be your teacher in the future."
"Dream!" Chen Chuner turned around and walked towards the door of the villa.
Behind her came the lamenting voice of her great-uncle: "Qibi, do you see it? Don't raise anything like a white-eyed wolf. This girl taught me a lesson. What does it mean to beat a dog with a meat bun and never come back? That's it."
yes."
Chen Chun'er was too lazy to pay attention to the other party and walked in the door without paying any attention.
However, she did not expect in advance that the dual cultivators of the Ice Path and the Henglian Lineage, the former had not yet entered the Divine Treasure Realm, and the latter, she originally thought that after eating the Divine Fruit of Creation in the ancient ruins, she would not be able to go any further.
Well, the latter actually reached the late stage of the Holy Realm because of his great uncle's cultivation.
As everyone knows, if it were a normal Henglian lineage, my uncle would not dare to use the Sun and Moon Essence Formation to temper his body, because the energy is too violent, and his body will explode and die in less than three days.
All this is due to Chen Chun'er's mysterious inheritance!
Especially the vase, which forms an invisible protective measure. With the addition of the extremely cold ice pill, even if it is attacked by the peak of the holy realm, it will not die. And the divine fruit of creation, which is cultivated step by step, also has
The substantial difference is like a gift from God, with great resilience.
Therefore, my uncle and grandpa dared to use destructive methods to train Chen Chun'er.
Those wooden stakes were just for her to fully complete the body tempering by beating them.
…
Chen Chun'er came to the second floor and stood in front of Lin Qianqian's boudoir. The door was not closed, leaving a gap.
She put her eyes on the gap and looked inside, and a familiar face came into view, it was Zhao Fan who had been away for a long time!
At this time, Zhao Fan only had a pair of trousers left on his body. His skin was bruised and swollen, and some areas were even sunken. This showed that his great-uncle was really ruthless in order to let him see the power of the peak of the Holy Realm.
"Brother Fan..." Chen Chun'er didn't enter the door. She looked around for about five minutes. She quietly wiped away the tears that quietly slipped from the corner of her eyes, then turned and went downstairs to the empty living room and sat quietly on the sofa, thinking in her heart.
Thousands.
At this time, Lin Qianqian, Xiao Diao, and Ning Xiyu came in.
"Chun'er, have you eaten?" Lin Qianqian asked with concern.
Chen Chun'er shook her head, then pulled her and said: "I don't dare to trouble you, a pregnant woman, to cook. Is there anything ready-made in the refrigerator?"
"Would you like instant noodles?" Xiao Diao said jokingly.
"..."
Chen Chun'er rubbed her belly and said speechlessly: "Whatever you have, come to me. I haven't eaten anything these days."
"Sister Chun'er, I'm going to cook it for you right now. Just wait for a while." After Ning Xiyu finished speaking, she went to the kitchen.
Chen Chun'er raised her hand and grabbed Xiao Diao's ears and said, "Look at her, and then look at you. She is also Brother Fan's sister. Why is there such a big gap?"
"Except for Sister Qianqian, I don't serve anyone." Xiao Diao stuck out his tongue playfully.
"Okay, I'll lie down for a while. I still feel very tired." Chen Chun'er casually lay down on the sofa, put his hands behind his head and asked, "By the way, when will Brother Fan plan to kill the Divine Machine Sect?"
"It should be soon."
Lin Qianqian said without any concealment: "Now I'll wait for my uncle to make a pill."
"Elixir?" Chen Chun'er nodded, "I know, it should be the Heavenly Borrowing Pill. The old man told me about it. I didn't expect that he has found all the treasures of heaven and earth that are so difficult to collect..."
…
Gradually, the sun sets over the mountains and night falls.
In Lin Qianqian's boudoir, Zhao Fan woke up. He sat up with difficulty, shook his head, and complained: "My great-uncle's mana incarnation is at the peak of the Holy Realm. It can defeat all the peaks of the Holy Realm in the world."
Right? Now I still feel like my body doesn’t feel like my own.”
"Um?"
Suddenly, he vaguely heard the voices of the women downstairs. One of them seemed...it seemed to be Chen Chun'er's?
Zhao Fan guessed that his junior sister was back, so he dragged his injured body out of bed with great effort, and limped to the corner of the stairs. As a result, he lost his balance without holding on, and his body was gurgling like a barrel.
It fell down and hit the ground head first.
Fortunately, this time, he just woke up and fell into a coma again...