Chapter 26 A laborious conspiracy 4

"Brother, you finally exposed a fox-like cunning face, and you gave me away like a slave!" Mesmia heard that she was going to give her to Master Rogers tonight. Suddenly, her face turned pale and her brain was dizzy. She never thought that her brother, who was obedient to herself and took good care of her, had planned to give her to Master Rogers.

With a plop, he sat down feebly, looking extremely dull, like a frosted eggplant. After a long silence, he slowly said, "Sister, you're right. Rogers fell in love with you at first sight and mentioned you to me again and again. I saw him infatuated with you... So tonight I will Send it to Talmud Manor.

"So give me to that beast-like dage, right?" Mesomia suddenly cried, and two lines of tears slowly flowed down, and a series of crystals flashed under the candlelight.

"Brother, what did Master Rogers promise you? Tell me that I'm going to beg my eldest brother Ene Oaks. It is said that when my father closed down, he completely handed over the power of the Leren tribe to his eldest brother, for the sake of our brothers and sisters..."

"Mesomea, I don't want to owe Eneox a favor. Although he is our common eldest brother, there are hundreds of descendants of my father. Everyone is ambitious and unyield to each other. As long as one is injured, they will attack like a bloody wolf dog!"

Listening to the laborious words, Mesomea slowly closed her eyes and quietly. Tears slowly flowed into her heart, bitter and painful, sad and helpless.

"Brother, when my mother lived, the three of us lived a happy life and the whole family was happy. Although we lacked my father's love, we did not regret it. Since my mother died, you have changed. You pursued fame and fortune, competed for power, and wasted..."

Suddenly, Mesomea was furious when he saw Ponisia sitting next to him. He pointed to Bonisia and scolded angrily, "Bonnie, since you became my brother's wife, you have encouraged him to do all kinds of evil. His conscience has been destroyed!"

"Oh, my goddess, when did I insang your brother? What does what he did have to do with me? I'm just a poor woman..." Bonnie opened her eyes wide, hugged her laborious arm, and cried aggrievedly.

"Dear sister, I'm sorry to you, but at this point, I must believe it and treat it as my brother's credit!" When he heard Mesomea mention his mother, a trace of imperceptible nostalgia flashed in his eyes, but he spoke to the top. Mesomea must give it away!

Mesomea looked at Fei Li and Bonniecia in a dazment. With a click, a tear fell down, but she did not cry. She still stared at her brother in front of her. The carriage fell into a dead silence, and she lowered her head with no courage to raise her head.

The carriage creaked and drove forward slowly. On the moonlit night, the shadow of the carriage grew longer and longer, leaving a series of sad backs.

In the room, Jiulong sat cross-legged, with his heart facing the sky, his eyes and nose, his nose, and meditation. His whole body exuded a holy light and a strong golden true spirit. With the passage of time, there seemed to be an upcoming storm brewing in the room.

The silver moon mapped, bright, harmonious and quiet. Suddenly, Jiulong's whole body began to tremble, and the fine sweat beads slowly formed along Jiulong's forehead. Gradually, Jiulong sweated like a column, and the strong true air began to bulge, like a raging angry dragon, constantly roaring. , wrap the whole person of Kowloon in it.

Kowloon is like a golden Buddha. The golden light surged all over his body, and the surging golden light illuminated the whole room generously. The bean-sized sweat beads began to flow down, and the white face of Jiulong suddenly turned golden, like golden jade, as if it was going to be transparent.

po——

With a soft sound, the golden true air suddenly burst, followed by a series of cracks. Kowloon, like a lonely boat in the sea, began to swing with the wind and rain. The sound of banging was endless and became more and more dense. Suddenly, Jiulong's body bulged like a frog, as if it was about to burst. In this way, Kowloon is like an inflatable ball, and danger will come anytime and anywhere.

"Refining gas... Refining refining gas..." Jiulong clenched his teeth, his lips gently squirmed, and worked hard to refine his body. This is a real step to enter the threshold in the first layer of Emperor Dragon Road. As long as this step is taken, the future practice will be smooth.

Refining the qi, refining all the essence and spirit of the whole body, and combining the three to achieve the spiritual true qi. After overcoming this hurdle, Jiulong can be regarded as the first layer of refining and refining qi of Emperor Dragon Road to a great success.

"Concentrate it for me!" Suddenly, Jiulong shouted loudly. As Jiulong shouted loudly, the pores of his whole body squeezed out drops of blood. Suddenly, blood splashed. Jiulong was no longer a golden Buddha, but a living blood Buddha.

Kowloon waved his fingers quickly, constantly making various fingerprints, surrounded by blood-colored golden light. As Kowloon continued to make fingerprints, the swollen body began to return to normal.

Kowloon's hand conducts the dance, constantly making all kinds of complicated fingerprints, and the speed is getting faster and faster. The golden true air all over the body begins to concentrate, and the steam that used to be like running water began to condense and gradually becomes like mercury.

Kowloon condenses the true qi, and the condensed true qi is like mercury, which makes Jiulong very satisfied. Refining the qi is to condense the sparse true qi into a concentrated true qi like mercury.

Gradually, a large amount of golden true qi enters the body. Through internal vision, it can be seen that the true qi in the Jiulong meridians is no longer swimming like before, but a sticky object like mercury, golden, like a spirit snake, slowly wriggling. Although the previous true qi was surging, it is similar to the current true qi. In comparison, it seems to be awkward, and the quality of Zhenqi has been significantly improved.

"Refining qi, condensing essence qi, turning it into true qi, removing its dross, leaving its essence, and practicing qi like mercury slurry. This is the realm of the first stage of refining qi in Emperor Dragon Road!" Suddenly, Jiulong sighed and took a deep breath. The true qi wrapped around suddenly entered the body, like a dragon returning to the sea and a swallow returning to the nest, which was completely condensed into a golden true qi like mercury.

Wow!

Kowloon took a long breath and slowly opened his eyes. His deep eyes were as dark as the abyss. If the moment he opened his eyes after Jiulong practiced, a golden light flashed away, but now it is different. The refined true qi is more solid and the quality is not the same.

In the past, Kowloon was like a sharp sword out of its sheath. Once triggered, it was murderous, but now Kowloon has a feeling of immortality and clumsy. The restrained breath is like a sea, but it is no longer so domineering, moving slightly and shining.

"Finally, the first layer of refining and refining the gas of "Dilongdao" has been completed, which is also a real entrance into the room. It should be a six-level martial artist!" Jiulong muttered to himself, and suddenly, Jiulong stretched out his white palm and sneered! Sne! A golden true qi came out. Looking at the condensed true qi like a spiritual snake, Jiulong frowned, "It seems that there is still a distance from the seven-level warrior. The fighting gas form of the seven-level warrior is a liquefied energy body. Although his true qi is close to **, it is still lacking in comparison."

Jiulong brought the golden true qi into his body again, and then he noticed his own image. At this time, Jiulong's whole body was covered with thick blood armor, emitting a fishy smell. This is the impurities excluded during the cultivation process. The true qi swims in the meridians. When removing impurities, it will naturally quench the blood.

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The steaming bathroom, the water vapor in the huge wooden bucket, and several rose petals floating on the water. Jiulong lay comfortably in the wooden barrel, gently closing his eyes and enjoying the pleasure of promotion.

The fair skin gradually showed its due luster. After the body was refined again, Jiulong's skin was smoother and the pores were smaller. Suddenly, Jiulong clenched his fist, and a golden true qi began to jump. Jiulong narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the true qi like a spiritual snake. His heart was very small, sighed slowly: "Although it is not as solid as the seven-level warrior, it is ten times stronger than the six-level warrior!"

Brush!

Kowloon opened his fist easily, dispersed his true spirit, closed his eyes again, and the heat steamed Kowloon's face turned a little red, and Kowloon was so comfortable that he was about to moan...

While Jiulong was enjoying here, his beloved Mesomea suffered the most painful torture of his life.