Chapter 218: Only when your cultivation is gone will you take action
Seeing this, Jiang Mingcong couldn't help but sneered and said, "Palace Master Wuchen has such a loud tone."
Pointing at Fu Chen, he smiled happily and said: "His Royal Highness Wushuang saw it, and I promised to spare his life. It was he who came here to seek death."
Wushuang advised softly: "Husband, please leave here and return to your hometown to spend the rest of your life in peace."
He turned around and told Luo Yu, "Send the palace master to the car immediately and leave here."
Luo Yu leads Yu Rou, while Yu Xin and Qing Yun protect Fu Chen in the middle.
He urged and advised: "Please palace master, please follow His Highness's arrangements, board the carriage and leave here."
However, Fu Chen acted as if he had not heard anything, and said to Wushuang full of self-blame:
"Because of my own selfishness, I let you go through a series of hard battles alone.
If it hadn't been like this, you wouldn't have been plotted against, and it's all my fault."
Wushuang looked anxious and urged: "This is my destiny and has nothing to do with my husband.
Husband, please leave as soon as possible. I don’t have much energy left and I can’t hold on for long. If it’s too late, it will be too late.”
Fu Chen shook his head slowly and comforted her: "Don't worry, even if your cultivation is gone, no one can force you."
"Hahaha..." Jiang Mingcong couldn't help laughing loudly after hearing this:
"Fu Chen, I have to say that I am very satisfied with your decision. I can finally deal with you, a pariah, in an upright manner."
Wu Shuang didn't know where Fu Chen got his confidence, but he also knew that he was determined not to leave.
In the current situation, Jiang Mingcong will naturally no longer abide by his previous agreement and will only wait for his cultivation to be exhausted.
At that time, everyone present will be fish on the opponent's board and can only be slaughtered by others.
In this situation, if you want to turn defeat into victory, there is only one last option.
That is "catch the thief first, capture the king" and catch Jiang Mingcong at all costs.
Because it has failed once before.
Jiang Mingcong probably didn't expect that he would take this step again.
There is only one last chance, and everyone's fate is at stake.
Thinking of this, Wushuang looked inside his dantian and mobilized all his remaining vitality, which was less than 20%.
His body shot out like lightning, and with lightning speed, he stabbed the proud Jiang Mingcong with a sword.
At this moment, Jiang Mingcong's mind was filled with fantasies about how he would torture and humiliate Fu Chen in the future, and he was not prepared at all.
Seeing Wushuang coming towards him again with his sword, the tip of the sword was getting closer and closer to him.
Jiang Mingcong felt creepy and frightened. He was so frightened that he even forgot to hide.
At the critical moment, Ding Peng suddenly came to his side.
A calm palm struck Wushuang's right hand, disintegrating her sharp blow.
He reminded Jiang Mingcong: "Young Master, please step back!"
Wushuang failed to succeed in one blow, knowing that the final plan was completely in vain.
In anger, he changed his target and tried his best to kill Ding Peng, trying to drag him to death together.
If this can be done, then there is still a glimmer of hope for the husband and others.
It's a pity that Ding Peng has seen through all this.
He had been on alert for a long time, after preventing Wushuang's surprise attack.
He did not hesitate to stay far away, not giving her a chance to fight.
Ding Peng showed an unsurprising smile and said: "If I had known that His Highness Wushuang was astute, I would not have been careless in the slightest."
Jiang Mingcong, who was staying far away, asked with lingering fear: "Ding Peng, why does Wushuang still have some cultivation?"
Ding Peng was confident and replied definitely: "Don't worry, young master, it is in the final desperate situation that His Highness Wushuang will fight back with all his strength. Just wait a few more moments."
Wushuang has returned to Fu Chen, showing a bitter smile and saying: "Now, I really can't leave."
Fu Chen smiled confidently and comforted: "I guarantee that you will all be safe and sound."
Jiang Mingcong, who was hiding far away, said coldly: "Thank you for being able to laugh, Fu Chen, I actually admire you a little.
Even now, I am still wishful thinking. In a moment, when you kneel at my feet, I don’t know if you will still be able to laugh.”
Fu Chen ignored Jiang Mingcong's shouting and looked next to him instead.
He smiled calmly and asked: "Ding Peng, is it true that people who have been hit by the Hualing Yin are completely unable to practice anymore?"
It was the first time that Ding Peng met Fu Chen in person, and he realized what "meeting is better than being famous".
I have carefully sensed it just now, and it turns out that Fu Chen is indeed as rumored, with no trace of true energy or cultivator's breath in his body.
Suddenly hearing Fu Chen's question, Ding Peng couldn't help but feel confused and said:
"Palace Master Wuchen, you have no cultivation, but you are able to calmly face such a situation.
I also want to ask about the spiritual guide, is it the ignorant who is fearless, or is it something to rely on?"
Fu Chen smiled and said: "What does it matter? Anyway, you are afraid of Wushuang and won't do anything. Let's just chat."
Ding Peng thought about it for a while, nodded and smiled: "That makes sense. Well, when you ask this, it seems that you can still practice after being hit by the Spirit Transformation Yin."
A moment ago, the two parties were still at war with each other, fighting to the death.
The next moment, we were actually chatting calmly.
This dramatic scene occurred because both parties had their own plans.
Ding Peng thought that it would be good to wait peacefully for Wushuang's cultivation to dissipate.
Fu Chen thought that it would be best to get as much information as possible before taking action.
Wushuang naturally knew Fu Chen's purpose, and shook his head beside him and said:
"Husband, there is no need to waste your efforts. I asked the same question when I heard Master talk about Hualing Yin."
"Huh?" Fu Chen asked expectantly: "What did the real person say in the first place?"
Wushuang recalled Xuanming's words and explained: "Everyone has a different innate constitution..."
According to Master Xuanming, except for a few special physiques, most people have dual attributes or multiple familiarity physiques.
The reason why everyone's Qi attributes are different is determined by their own physical constitution and the attributes of their practice.
For example, if the body cannot sense the fire attribute aura.
Even if you have the best skills, you cannot cultivate the true (spiritual) energy of the fire attribute.
These are just the basic common sense of cultivation. Fu Chen already knew it clearly. The important thing is the information related to Hualing Yin.
The terrifying thing about Hualing Yin is that it deprives the body of this ability to sense the corresponding spiritual energy.
The good news is that it can only deprive the ability of one attribute and has no effect on attributes that have not been cultivated.
The bad news is that when everyone starts practicing, they all choose the attributes with the best qualifications to start practicing.
After being possessed by the Spirit Transformation Guide, even if there are other spiritual roots, there is almost no hope of reaching the previous state.
Wushuang finally affirmed: "I can indeed transfer to other attributes, but, as Master calculated, I will be lost to the public."
Fu Chen was already very satisfied knowing that Spirit Transformation did not affect Wushuang's cultivation of other attributes.
Just as Wu Shuang finished explaining, he was suddenly startled involuntarily and staggered as if he had lost all strength.
Fu Chen hugged her and shouted with concern: "Wushuang!"
When Ding Peng saw this, he couldn't help but sigh happily: "Her cultivation is finally gone."
Jiang Mingcong couldn't wait for a long time and stared at Wushuang with burning eyes.
When he looked at Fu Chen, he became sinister and cruel again.
He moved his wrist joints self-consciously and slowly walked towards Fu Chen, walked a few steps and then stopped.
He specifically told the guards: "Ding Peng, keep an eye on those guards. Anyone who dares to act rashly will be killed immediately."
Ding Peng followed beside him and assured confidently: "Don't worry, young master, I won't let these girls act rashly."
Jiang Mingcong came forward with confidence and looked at Fu Chen with confidence and said:
"Finally, I will give you a chance to kowtow to me and apologize, and I will spare your life."
Fu Chen handed the weak Wushuang to Luo Yu and others to help him, and carefully warned:
"Take good care of your Highness, just watch from the side and don't act rashly."
Then he turned around and looked at Jiang Mingcong and the two of them, with calm expressions and easy-going words:
"Jiang Mingcong, everything you did today was true to your character and did not make me hate you.
I will also give you one last chance. Leave now so that I can forget the past."
Jiang Mingcong seemed to have heard a big joke and couldn't help laughing:
"You don't care about me anymore? Haha, since you are looking for death, then I, the prince, will help you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Mingcong rushed to Fu Chen and punched him in the chest with all his strength.
A full-strength punch from an eighth-level practitioner was as fast as a sharp arrow and as powerful as thunder, impacting with a strong air current.
Luo Yu and others watched from the sidelines. Because they couldn't act rashly due to the order, they still couldn't help but remind loudly: "Palace Master, be careful!"
Jiang Mingcong had full confidence in his punch, and there was an unconscious smile on his face.
However, the next moment, the smile froze on his face.
The scene in front of him simply overturned Jiang Mingcong's cognition.
He saw that the punch he punched with all his strength stopped three inches in front of Fu Chen's chest, and he could no longer move forward.
Fu Chenyun gently held Jiang Mingcong's wrist and easily deflected his full punch.
Jiang Mingcong was so shocked that he couldn't help but exclaimed.
"No, this is impossible, how could it be like this? You obviously don't have any cultivation at all!"
Fu Chen chuckled lightly and asked, "Who said you can't block punches without cultivation?"
When Ding Peng saw this situation, he knew something was wrong and could not let the young master fall into the opponent's hands.
Moving like a rabbit, he suddenly came to Fu Chen's side and stretched out his hand to capture Wushuang.
How could Fu Chen give him this chance? He moved as fast as a ghost, coming from behind and standing in front of Wushuang one step ahead.
Facing the horrified Ding Peng, he raised his leg and kicked him in the chest, knocking him directly into the air.
Ding Peng, as a majestic Grandmaster, couldn't even defend or resist Fu Chen's kick.
Like a puppet at the mercy of others, he was easily kicked away.
This kick caused Ding Peng's vitality to stagnate, his sternum to break, and his internal organs to feel as if they had been shattered.
He flew ten meters away before falling heavily to the ground. He vomited out the blood in his mouth as if he wanted no money.
This scene completely frightened Jiang Mingcong, making him numb and stunned.
Although Fu Chen let go of his wrist, he didn't even dare to move. He was covered in cold sweat and his hands and feet seemed to be out of control.