141 People Are In The Rivers And Lakes, Involuntarily (1/5)
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When the thunder from the Prison Suppressing Peak struck his body, and when the pain exploded in his nerve center more clearly, Mo Changgeng knew that he had backfired.
But at this time, he was extremely calm. Under the influence of the seven-color liquid, almost no one was not calm, even though the seven-color liquid in the Jinghun Pill was very thin.
In this extremely calm state, Mo Changgeng could clearly feel that he had entered a certain state. This state gave him a clearer understanding of pain and changes in his body, but he still gritted his teeth.
Persisted.
He knew that although the thunder from the Prison Suppressing Peak hurt him, it was still not as good as the thunder that was about to usher in the Transformation Infant Tribulation.
The reason why everyone couldn't bear it was entirely because of the thunder pool. Being struck by lightning and jumping into the thunder pool and being baptized by the thunder water in the thunder pool are completely different things.
If you can withstand the baptism of thunder and water in the thunder pool, then your transformation into an infant will be safe.
Finally, he climbed to the Prison Suppressing Peak and stood on the edge of the Thunder Pond.
Thunderclouds rolled in the sky, and the thunder in the thunderclouds flashed like a thunder net.
Thunder nets rained down waves of thunder, which converged on the top of the peak to form a thunder pool. This space also became a thunder realm because of this thunder pool.
Countless people at the foot of the mountain looked up at this figure bathed in thunder, imagining that this guy jumped into the thunder pool, and then jumped out like a grasshopper and was blasted to the bottom of the mountain by the thunder.
The nearly one hundred monks present had experienced this before, and no one was exception.
They don't think that this person who has tried it two or three times will be an exception.
Mo Changgeng exhaled and stepped into the thunder pool. The thunder pool was not deep, just as high as his chest. He only needed to walk in, and then... stay in the thunder pool as long as he could.
The kind of monk who pops out as soon as he jumps in is basically unlikely to get any benefit from this thunder pool. At most, it will only add some damage to the body.
…
When Mo Changgeng stepped into the thunder pool, the battle in the secret room on the other side of the palace complex had evolved from a three-person melee to a four-person melee.
Originally, four monks entered, and three monks started a melee. Wen Liang, a monk with only mid-level Jindan cultivation, could only hide in the corner and watch tremblingly.
It's not that he doesn't want to join the war, it's that he can't. Once he takes action, his secret will be revealed. Once his secret is revealed, everyone will know that he is a paper tiger, and the result waiting for him will be disastrous.
After entering this secret realm of the Zenith, Wen Liang realized how stupid he was to come here just to wander around in the middle stage of Jindan cultivation.
Looking around, everyone is at the peak of the Golden Core, and even the late Golden Core is a minority. He, who is in the middle stage of the Golden Core, is really a fool who has blended into the pack of wolves.
Thinking about Jun Buqi who only had the early stage of Jindan cultivation, Wen Liang secretly worried about Jun Buqi. If it was so difficult for him, wouldn't it be even more difficult for Senior Brother Jun?
Wen Liang was feeling sorry for himself and Jun Buqi. After the three crazy guys over there gradually calmed down, they suddenly fired a spell at him with tacit understanding.
Obviously, they wanted to bring Wen Liang, who was hiding aside to watch the show, into the battle. They didn't want to give Wen Liang a chance to be a fisherman. If they wanted to die, they would die together.
Seeing this situation, Wen Liang sighed softly in his heart, then quietly picked up a magic talisman with his fingertips and threw it towards the top of the secret room.
The spiritual talisman shot to the top of the secret room and instantly turned into sword energy that filled the sky.
Seeing the sharp sword energy wreaking havoc in the secret room, the three monks screamed and danced with blood flying. Wen Liang, who was bombarded by the sword energy on the wooden box above his head, sighed quietly.
"Senior Brother Jun is right. In the world of martial arts, sometimes you can't be a good person just because you want to be a good person. I obviously don't have the intention to kill you, but why do you insist on forcing me to do so?
?I really can’t help myself!”
Wen Liang knew very well that if he didn't kill them, they would definitely find an opportunity to kill him. This could be seen from the sudden attack on him by the grandson named Sun.
The killer has already been killed, can you still pretend that everything is normal?
impossible!
After a long time, the sword energy disappeared. Looking at the three guys outside the box who couldn't even use the golden elixir to self-destruct, Wen Liang patted his chest and said, "Master, this disciple has wasted a sword talisman given by you. But this time it is for
There is nothing you can do to save your life!"
Walking out from behind the box, Wen Liang came to the three dilapidated corpses, took out a black flag, shook it, and put away the remaining souls crushed by the sword energy. Then he took out the storage bags on the three monks.
Pick it up, and then the other things in the secret room.
The party that was originally the weakest and most harmless ended up becoming the big winner.
But after the big winner struggled in the secret room, he sat down slumped, held his face in his hands and said, "Senior Brother Jun, you must come and save me!"
…
Jun Buqi, who had high hopes from Wen Liang, was currently struggling to decipher the formation in front of him.
The principles of the Immortal Formation are the same as those of ordinary formations. Even new formations cannot escape the category of basic formations. For Jun Buqi, in the state of enlightenment, this is not difficult.
Finally, after he consumed two drops of the seven-color liquid, his figure disappeared outside the formation and led a group of wild monks into the fairy formation.
After passing through the formation, what appeared in front of him was the ruins he had seen before.
As for the things in this palace, even if they are ruins, you will not abandon them and don’t want to waste them. The broken ship is worth three pounds of nails! What’s more, it’s a collapsed Immortal Palace.
Without any hesitation, he put all the broken bricks and wood into the storage bag, and even took out the red flame black gold gun, poking here and prying there.
There is nothing in the outer hall, except tables and chairs, and naturally he will not let go of these things.
There were some tea cups on the table, but they had been knocked over. He found all these items and put them all into the storage bag.
After finishing searching the outer hall, he opened the door and entered the inner hall. A wisp of fragrance floated into his nose. He quickly held his breath and felt it with his body.
In the inner hall is a boudoir, with a bed, table, chairs, and a dressing table.
Beside the dressing table, there is a box.
"This palace should be inhabited by a woman."
Jun Buqi opened a box in the inner hall, and a burst of fragrance wafted out, making people's souls shake. The fragrance was a bit intoxicating. It was not poisonous gas, but the fragrance of a woman's powder.
There are several pieces of clothing stacked inside the box. The top one is a white tube top with a lotus flower on it. The material is very special, like ice silk, very smooth. The defensive arrays on it are layered and dense.
At first glance, it is not ordinary.
"If I give this to Senior Aunt Yu, will Senior Aunt Yu think I'm frivolous?"
Jun Buqi chuckled lightly, put the tube top back into the box, closed the box, put the box and dressing table into his storage bag, and then started to pack other things.