Chapter four hundred and seventy-four meaningless immortality
"Six hundred years of wealth accumulated?" Ning Chen's eyes lit up, and his money-obsessed mentality immediately burst out.
Of course, he doesn't like money, but he likes wealth that is worth collecting. Who knows if Illya's collection will include the Holy See's scepter or the Queen's crown?
Of course, it would also be great if there are shiny gold coins or dazzling gems. Treasures, classic scenes in novels and movies, are very interesting.
Ning Chen blinked, preparing to weaken the intensity of the fierce sky fire a little and play the game of witch and treasure.
As a result, before he could make a move, he heard Ilya shouting softly from the candlestick. Her mental strength dropped to the early stage of Qi refining, and then a burst of blue smoke floated away, and the soul attached to the candlestick was completely extinct.
Illya is dead...
"What's the situation?" Ning Chen was stunned for a moment, "Does it mean that her mental power must be maintained above the level of the middle stage of Qi refining to ensure that the soul will last forever?"
Ning Chen was a little sluggish, and the Fierce Sky Fire also dissipated, "Your immortal secret method has this limit, you should tell me, how can I know if you don't tell me, isn't your death in vain?"
Ning Chen was mumbling to himself, while the women around him were all trembling. In addition to fear, there was also a hint of confusion in their eyes due to the collapse of their faith.
The Illya Witches, who have existed for six hundred years, are the founders and believers of the Illya Witch lineage, the super devils who once oppressed the Great Ying Empire for an era, the existence of immortality in reality, and what they pursue all their lives.
god……
Just die!
Ning Chen stretched out his hand, and the bronze candlestick, which was roasted and twisted by the fierce sky fire, came into his hands. He looked around and saw that there was nothing special about it anymore.
Ning Chen shook his head, and the true energy in his body surged, and the bronze candlestick instantly turned into powder, flowing down from his hand like a waterfall...
Seeing this scene, everyone around them trembled. A young monk whose cultivation was only at the first level of Qi Refining softened and knelt down on the spot.
Then, like a chain reaction, more than a dozen female cultivators all knelt down. The leading female cultivator in a black cloak could not help but tremble all over and said tremblingly, "Great Chinese God, please forgive our sins.
I am willing to turn to you and believe in you..."
"No need." Ning Chen sighed lightly and shook his head.
All of them have a strong or light smell of blood on their bodies. This is because the method they practice is to refine their gods with blood, and then drink blood to replenish their bodies. Judging from the situation in the cave and the layout of the scene,
There are probably hundreds of ordinary people who have died in their hands.
Bloodthirsty, die in blood!
"Pa!" With a snap of the fingers, the evil spirit of Qi Gou surged instantly. The low and weak magic power in these women's bodies did not play any role in resisting. Their internal organs were smashed to pieces almost instantly, and all their vitality was lost.
"No!" The heartbeat has been broken, but the brain can still move for a while. The frightened expression remains on the face, but they have no chance to struggle...
"Save me, I am..." The female nun in the lead could still struggle for a while. She seemed to want to take something out from under her cloak, but unfortunately she fell to the ground halfway through, losing all her breath.
"Huh?" Ning Chen scanned his spiritual sense and discovered that what the woman was about to take out was a magnetic identity card.
"Oli Feil, manager of the Super Energy Department of the Hewlett Group." Ning Chen waved his hand to get the magnetic card and muttered silently, "Hewlett Group, these are not the two Qi Refiners we met in Dongdu.
The force you belong to?"
I don’t know if this Olipel joined the Hewlett Group as a witch, or if he was a spy of the Hewlett Group who infiltrated the lineage of the Illya witch in order to obtain the secret of immortality.
but……
"I've killed two of the Qigong practitioners in your group. You are too naive if you want to rely on this status to save your life."
Until her death, this woman did not know the real reason why Ning Chen killed them. She thought that Ning Chen killed them to eliminate future troubles.
Putting away the magnetic card, Ning Chen strolled over to Sun Zeyan, stretched out his foot and kicked him gently, then the cloth bag covering him, the hemp rope binding him and the tape on his mouth were all broken.
"God, you are finally here!" Sun Zeyan's face was full of excitement, and he raised his hand to give Ning Chen a hug.
Then he was kicked over by Ning Chen, "You are so dirty!"
Without giving Sun Zeyan a chance to take a look at the basement, Ning Chen turned Sun Zeyan's head towards the entrance and pushed him out.
…
Two hours later, the two of them had returned to Sun Zeyan's previous hotel. He had been raped by the blonde beauty before he could check out, and the hotel was only due to expire in a week.
In the basement of the church just now, although Sun Zeyan could not move or speak, he heard all the conversations between Ilia and Ning Chen, and he couldn't help but feel excited.
"Witch, you are immortal, you have accumulated six hundred years of wealth, you are the perfect material for novels, what a pity." Sun Zeyan sighed on the side, "Just because I lured these witches, I can't get enough of this wealth.
Come on, it’s such a pity!”
Ning Chen's eyelids twitched, and he felt like he was saving the wrong person, "Hurry up and call your dad to report that he's safe."
Then Ning Chen saw Sun Zeyan bragging excitedly to his parents on the phone for nearly an hour. What highlighted was not only Ning Chen's wisdom and martial arts, but also his fearlessness in the face of danger. In the end, he also regretted that the witch Ilia had accumulated 600 yuan.
years of wealth.
"Brother, that is the secret method of immortality. Are you not moved at all? Are you already immortal?" Sun Zeyan had little stars in his eyes.
"Immortal?" Ning Chen couldn't help but sneered, "Then how did she die in my hands? She was just a weakling. There are many ways to achieve immortality in the world. Do you want it? If you want, I can help you?"
Seeing the half-smiling expression on Ning Chen's face, Sun Zeyan had a bad feeling and asked cautiously, "Can I do that too?"
"Okay, I will set up a Feng Shui formation for you and bury you for hundreds of years. You will become a zombie and you will live forever. You have no touch or taste and cannot have sex. Do you want it?" Ning Chen raised his eyebrows.
, said seductively, "Or be like that Illya, peel off your soul and attach it to something, so that you can see, hear, speak, but cannot eat, move, or have sex, and the duration is ten thousand years.
,How about it?"
"Haha..." Sun Zeyan smiled flatteringly, "Forget it, I think I am pretty good as I am now. I will be content if I live for a hundred years. Immortality like that seems to be meaningless..."