Chapter 3357 There is no spiritual power in a radius of a hundred miles
In the evening, the sunset is like a picture.
Mingyuan Villa under the Zhonglin Mountains no longer has the lively ritual of offering sacrifices to heaven.
Practitioners from all over the world, five continents and four seas left the villa one after another.
The incident of Dongzhou winning the championship is very hot, and the people of the Tiandi have gathered together to discuss the empress.
Recently, the Tianji Tower's Chuanyuan Conference is about to reach the end, and hundreds of millions of practitioners have forgotten the glory of the empress and are thinking about the Chuanyuan Conference every day.
Mingyuan Villa.
Qingge practiced without eating or drinking for several days, and his phantom spirit power cleared the meridians, forged bone terror, refined from the true essence, and turned into a more pure power.
Qingge used his abundant and pure phantom spiritual power to run a total of twelve small circles along the meridians and internal organs, and then honed his dantian with the power of the divine level true essence.
The process of cultivation is boring and tedious, and it is not easy to calm down and practice down-to-earth.
Now even if Qingge is determined to make a quick breakthrough, he still knows that he cannot be rushing to achieve success.
The rich and pure illusion power of the room condensed here like a storm, surrounding Qingge's four sides.
For several days, the owner of Yang Hong of Mingyuan Villa was frowning and the people under his command were grumbled.
On this day, Yang Hong finally decided to walk to the Dongzhou camp and saw Jiu Ci who was idle early. Yang Hong's face was filled with a pleasing smile. He approached Jiu Ci and asked embarrassedly: "How is Jiu Palace coming soon?"
"It's all your business." Jiuci said angrily.
Yang Hong's next words were all blocked in his throat, and he couldn't even say a word. He was almost crying when he looked at the impatient Jiuci.
Jiuci turned around and left, leaving only a back for Yang Hong.
Fortunately, Yang Hong saw the life-saving straw, and Ye Jingfeng appeared in front of Yang Hong like timely rain. Yang Hong walked up and asked with a smile: "How is the Lord Ye lately?"
"Very good." Ye Jingfeng said: "I heard that the Tianji Tower's storm conference invited Master Yang to go. Master Yang should be busy with this matter. He is free to come to the Dongzhou loft." Yang Hong smiled and pointed to the attic in front of him. After holding it in for a long time, he said timidly: "Mr. Ye, you see, the empress has been practicing for three or four days, and her body is too hard to bear, not to mention that the empress is still young, so she should pay more attention.
It's time to rest." "Ge'er has been very energetic these days, and it's the bottleneck period of cultivation. She practices day and night without stopping. She is like a desperate Sanniang doing everything, and I, a father, have no choice." Ye Jingfeng looked up at the towering eyes.
The loft sighed and whispered.
Yang Hong looked embarrassed and wanted to speak but stopped. Ye Jingfeng asked, "What's the matter with Master Yang?" "Brother Ye..." Yang Hong let out a sigh and said, "It's not that I don't let the empress practice. I'm not so stingy. Mingyuan Villa also welcomes the empress to live for a long time, but once the empress practices, all the phantom spiritual power of a hundred miles is exhausted. Brother Ye, look, this
Is there still the existence of illusion spiritual power in the sky? Not to mention illusion spiritual power, spiritual energy and spiritual power are not born. Tell me how other cultivators live? In just three days, countless cultivators have come to me to talk about this matter.”
Ye Jingfeng's eyes were slightly deeper, and he coughed twice with his fist against his lips. He looked around and sensed it slightly, and then he realized that what Yang Hong said was correct.
With the eastern loft as the center, all the magical power in the sky was dry and exhausted, which was simply bad news for other practitioners, and they wanted to move quickly and stay far away from the empress.
Ye Jingfeng sighed: "This child is so forgetful when he practices. Don't worry, Master Yang, I will tell her."
"Then it will be a blessing for the monarch Ye." Yang Hong breathed a sigh of relief.
This is not a solution... "Zheng Ye, Dongzhou is both an independent land, and the empress is also the lord of the heavenly realm. The Tianji Tower's Chuanyuan Conference should also invite you. You see, the killing spirits suppressed in the East Loft have also disappeared, and Mingyuan Villa is not safe now.
It is better to return to Dongzhou earlier to prepare for the event of the preaching meeting." Yang Hong said with a smile, his implication was to drive people away.
"Master Yang's words are reasonable. I will discuss this matter with Ge'er later. During this period, it has also caused trouble for the mater owner." Ye Jingfeng said kindly.
"No trouble, no trouble, what do I appreciate the Empress? I wish you all the people in Dongzhou stay for a few more days." Yang Hong waved his hand lightly, smiled like the spring breeze, and said politely.
"Since Lord Yang is so enthusiastic, let's stay for a few more days."
After Ye Jingfeng finished speaking, the smile on the face of Yang Hong's owner frozen at an astonishing speed, like a frozen picture, standing in a daze.
If it weren't for the inappropriate time, Yang Hong would have cried.
He was just polite, why did Ye Jingfeng take it seriously?
"Master Yang is really a hospitality person, and we can't let Master Yang feel cold." Ye Jingfeng said.
Yang Hong smiled extremely ugly, "You guys are here, my Mingyuan Villa is full of glory."
Yang Hong secretly cursed Ye Jingfeng, the old fox, and went around and fell into Ye Jingfeng's trap.
Why did the empress refuse to go to Dongzhou to practice? She just didn't want to consume the magical power of Dongzhou, so she continued to stay in Mingyuan Villa and wasted the magical power of a hundred miles.
The illusion power flowing in the sky is not inexhaustible, but no practitioner has ever exaggerated it to absorb the illusion power.
However... the Empress of Dongzhou is not a normal cultivator.
Ye Jingfeng looked at Yang Hong's back as he ran away, and put away the smile on his face. He looked at the attic standing here behind him, and his eyes fell on the window frames of the tall building.
Qingge practiced in that room.
Ye Jingfeng stood with his hands behind his back, and Taixu said with a sigh.
In the past few days, the Four Apocalypse Divisions, the Divine Realm Zhonglin, the Lord of Independence and their cultivators have all returned.
Today, in Mingyuan Villa, only Dongzhou is left in the pavilion-standing attic camp.
Not only the practitioners around Mingyuan Villa and the radius of radius, but even the warriors in Dongzhou have not practiced.
This also proves that if the empress practices, other practitioners can only survive and wait for death.
Ye Jingfeng's eyes were dark and he stood here and looked at him for a long time.
The reason why Qingge insisted on practicing here was not what Yang Hong and the others thought. He deliberately consumed the magical power of Mingyuan Villa, and the magical power of Dongzhou was left to local practitioners. Qingge never said that, but Ye Jingfeng, as his father, understood that the couple had a deep relationship with each other during Ji Yue's days in Mingyuan Villa. Because of this, Qingge was reluctant to leave Mingyuan Villa and this attic, although the time was very short.
, but Ji Yue left his gentleness here.
Ye Jingfeng also understood the embarrassment of Yang Hong's manor, but he didn't want to break the silence.
That night, Ye Jingfeng worked hard to make delicious dishes, and the high-level practitioners from Dongzhou gathered around three large tables.
"Xiaojiu, go and tell Ge'er and let her go downstairs for dinner." Ye Jingfeng looked at Miss Jiu who was trying to get the shot.
Miss Nine nodded, ran upstairs, knocked on the door, and whispered: "Sister Sister, to celebrate Dongzhou's good achievements in the heaven-sacrificing ceremony, Ye Jianzun has made many delicious foods, as well as the roast chicken that the eldest sister likes to eat."
Miss Ninth knew that Qingge was practicing inside, so she didn't bother too much after taking the words, so she went downstairs to help Ye Jingfeng do things.
When Miss Jiu was about to go out to bring the soup simmered by Ye Jingfeng, she ran into Mo You and Jiu Ci who were holding hands at the threshold.
She looked down at the hands that the two of them shook each other. The chest on the left side still hurts, so that the whole chest was in pain. "Sir Saint, Senior Brother Aqi and I roasted hares for you, and then put them in front of you. The taste is so good. Ye Jianzun also simmered a soup for warming the body. The autumn has come, and the Saint must protect you." Miss Nine smiled and smiled.
After saying that, he jumped out like a rabbit.
Mo You's eyes looked like cold, he lowered his eyes and looked at the people in the room again. He pursed his lips and hesitated for a while, and pulled his hands out with force.
"There are many people in the house, so it's not in accordance with the rules." Mo You said with a deep eyebrows.
Jiuci clenched hard and walked forward openly.
Everyone in the room caught a glimpse of the two of them shaking hands, and they both shook their eyes and made a meaningful sound.
"Our poster, it seems that it's been a day since the beginning of love." Liu Yan'er was wiping the Can Moon Knife, looking sideways, showing her white teeth and smiling.
"Not to say, the poster has a very good vision." Long Shitian said.
You'er muttered: "Is Shi Tian talking about the saint's bad vision?"
“…”
Outside the house, the Nine Girl who was carrying the soup changed slightly, then she smiled and walked inside: "I'll let you go, the soup is here..."
The food was served and almost all arrived.
"Is Ge'er still practicing?" Jiuci asked with Mo You.
Ye Jingfeng smiled: "Let her practice, let us eat first, I will toast everyone here for Ge'er..."
"It's not authentic to eat before everyone arrives."
A crisp and loud voice sounded, and everyone in the room looked up. The beautiful woman in red dress leaned against the door lintel, smiling like a flower, raised her eyebrows lightly. Her lazy nobleness was the empress they respected!
They thought the empress would hide in the house and practice as usual, and there was something about the spirit-concentrating pill in front of him, so no one dared to disturb Qingge's practice.
Since you cannot fall asleep peacefully, practicing hard is better than eating the Spirit Concentrating Pill. Moreover, it is only effective to eat at least ten Spirit Concentrating Pills at a time when Qingge takes at least ten Spirit Concentrating Pills at a time.
Moreover, after Qingge slept for ten days, Ye Jingfeng and others were not worried that Qingge would be overly tired.
At this moment, seeing Qingge stop practicing, willing to come out to see everyone, eat a bite of food, the soldiers of Dongzhou were overjoyed and stood up to greet Qingge. Jiuci picked up the cloak on one side and walked towards Qingge, looking at Qingge's thin clothes, he said unhappily: "It's autumn, the night is cold, and I don't know how to take good care of myself. Stop practicing first, wait for a few days before talking. Even if the wild man is gone,
Aren’t we still here?”
Qingge's eyes were bright, he closed his cloak and looked at Jiuci with a smile.
When Qingge was about to take her seat, Mo You patted the empty seat beside her: "Empress, here..."
Hearing this, Qingge looked at Mo You, and then sat in the position beside Mo You.
Jiuci was so shocked that his chin landed on the ground. Qingge's position was originally his...
Now that Qingge has sat down, his sister can't be driven away, so he has to sit opposite Mo You.
Ye Jingfeng served Qingge a bowl of soup, "Drink the soup first to warm up your body."
Qingge took the soup bowl and took a sip.
Crunch, crunch...
Suddenly, the wind blew, and the half-open door shaking back and forth, making a harsh sound. Jiuci seemed to remember something, with a deep hatred on his face, stood up and closed the door heavily. With a wave of his hand, all the windows in the attic were closed, and he was still cursing: "I hate the wind the most. Who said that the wind has only one direction? I
Close the door, and it has to change direction." Jiuci heard the whimpering wind outside the door, like a triumphant general, raising the smile of the winner.
Don’t worry about holding your forehead.
childish……
Jiuci doesn't understand. Even if the door is closed, the wind will not change direction. The omnipresent wind will come in along the crack of the door.
If there is not a single crack, you will fight here until you have no strength...
Qingge sat on her right, and Ye Jingfeng was on the left. Jiuci walked over and patted Ye Jingfeng on the shoulder: "Dad, it seems that the owner of Yang Hong has passed away. Go and take a look."
People in the room stopped the bowls and chopsticks.
Ye Jingfeng took a sip of the soup, and almost choked when he heard Jiuci's words, and was stunned in front of the table.
Didn’t Master Yang talk and laugh with him in the afternoon? Why did he die that night?
Ye Jingfeng couldn't figure it out, so he got up. Jiuci sat in Ye Jingfeng's position and used chopsticks to pick up food for the dishes in front of Mo You.
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