Chapter 240 Isn't it dead

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It is a diamond-shaped jade bed. All the walls and floors are turbid and black, but it still maintains a milky white luster and looks sacred. Under the light of the candlelight, it reflected a bright and soft light, like a soft fairy power that made people feel irritable. Suddenly, everything returned to simplicity.

At this time, looking at the wreckage around the jade bed, Wang Wujian also felt very hurt and couldn't help cleaning.

To his surprise, he got a few relatively intact internal pills when cleaning. Once the monster dies, the inner elixir will not be self-exploded. It can automatically absorb the aura of heaven and earth, stay in an active state for a long time, and its energy will slowly increase over time. However, this is equivalent to a closed hell pagoda, these inner elixirs can only protect themselves with their own aura. Although it can avoid energy loss, it will take over time. It will also become weak until it dies.

With the skills learned from Niu Tiancai, Wang Wujian identified the owners of these inner elixir. They were once incompetent advanced monsters, and each inner elixir is valuable. This is not helpful for the current martial soul level of Wang Wujian, because the level is too far away, but after refinement in the future, it will be A panacea for the growth of the martial soul.

"Hahaha... It's finally not in vain. I can send it this time..." Wang Wujian put them in his arms like a treasure, covered their arms with his hands, and smiled happily.

On weekdays, the super talented teacher always makes binding pills with his own strength and blood. Wang Wujian followed him to death. At most, he only saw the more and more magical effect of binding pills. He has no right to control monsters, but now that he has the most important internal elixir, can't he also make binding pills?

Wang Wujian smiled and his eyes flowed. With the faint candlelight, he sprinkled his eyes on the pile of corpses, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Thank you for cleaning up the jade bed. Now you can also have a rest." Mien Xilong stretched out his waist lazily and smiled evilly at Wang Wujian after his treachery.

"What? Did you ask me to clean it for a rest? The smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and Wang Wujian shouted with a straight face.

"Yes! What do you think?" Mian Xilong said with a smile.

"You... Humph, I thought there was any secret channel here that could lead to the top, but I didn't expect you to fool me?" Wang Wujian shouted, raising the broken gun in his hand and was about to turn down. "Do you believe that I will hammer you to death, this fat worm?"

"It's not to fool you. Even if we go up, we have to wait. Besides, it's better to stay in this slightly brighter place to rest. There are still about two hours to get out." Mian Xilong glanced at him and said, as if he didn't pay attention to Wang Wujian's threat.

Looking at its defiant appearance, Wang Wujian really poked dozens of holes in it with a broken gun, but in view of his desperate situation, he could only beat the jade bed fiercely and shouted coldly, "Ok, I'll listen to you, rest!" After saying that, Wang Wujian also learned from it and lay on the jade**.

The jade bed looks as hard as ordinary white jade, but when I lie down, I feel that the surface is like a layer of fine yarn. The soft jade air crosses the body with a trace of coldness, penetrates the lungs, and then integrates into the blood and circulates throughout the whole body.

This extremely comfortable feeling made Wang Wujian think of the time when he was entangled in the jade root and forcibly poured into the spirit of Lingyu in the tomb forest. Unfortunately, at that time, he thought that the jade root was going to strangle himself to death and only cared about struggling, but forgot to cooperate with it to absorb more aura, although he still doesn't know that. What is the function of aura, but it is better than nothing, and the light of the Holy Spirit has saved him twice.

In this happy feeling, Wang Wujian traveled for nine days, ethereal, and soon entered his dream.

I don't know when thousands of auras suddenly surged up in the jade bed under him, like a trace of smoke from a steamer, converging into his body, as if there was a huge fire pit under the jade bed, forcing the aura contained in the jade bed out. And Wang Wujian sucked it greedily without falling at all.

Finally, a huge white CD gradually emerged in the body, which was extremely holy and smooth as a mirror. There seemed to be a candle core in the middle, as thin as a willow leaf. All the spirit of the spiritual jade seemed to have it blooming, which was extremely mysterious.

Suddenly, the huge white disc trembled violently. Then, the long-toed monster appeared in the mirror-like CD. His eyes were ferocious and his face was distorted. As if he had seen a prey, he burst out a fanatical **. His teeth and claws flew in the mirror-like jade ring, and the jade plate seemed to be a In the fantasy world, although the monster ran wildly, it could not jump out.

Not long after, the seemingly weak sleeping dragon suddenly jumped on the light calm. Through a Zeng Yuguang, he roared something hoarsely at the monster. As a result, the monster seemed to see a nemesis, howled in horror and painfully, and turned around and disappeared into nothing.

Mian Xilong slowly turned his head, showed a strange smile to Wang Wujian, and then disappeared from the sacred mirror.

Wang Wujian looked left and right to find the figure of Mian Xilong, but he was suddenly attacked by the monster from the side and pressed on his body, but did not throw him down. Instead, he slipped into his body, just like a drop of blood.

"Scared!" Wang Wujian suddenly did it and subconsciously touched his forehead. His cold forehead was full of sweat, as if he had had a nightmare. He patted all parts of his body in a panic and made sure that he was unharmed. Then he came to his senses and turned his head to look at Yu**'s Mian Xilong.

Mian Xilong closed his eyes and was speechless. His whole body was lying on the jade **. There was no breath, like a dead object. Wang Wujian climbed over and observed it carefully and found that there seemed to be two small beans on the tentacles of his forehead that could not be closed. Wang Wujian guessed that it was the magical eyes that could be in night vision.

"Hey, are you asleep?" Wang Wujian shook his hand in front of his two little beans. As a result, it did not move, as if it had fallen into a deep sleep.

Wang Wujian jumped down from the jade bed and suddenly found that the originally holy, white and tender jade bed is like rough and ordinary marble at this moment. Although it is white, it no longer releases the soft light of spiritual jade, nor does it reflect the light of candlelight, and even there is no aura in it.

"This, what's going on?" Wang Wujian couldn't close his mouth in surprise. He quickly turned his body and glanced around. The various kinds of smoke emanating from all the corpses disappeared at this moment. It seemed that when he was sleeping, there was a strong man with two breaths of good and evil sucking all the useful breath here.

"Isn't it dead?" Wang Wujian looked at the motionless appearance of Mian Xilong and suddenly felt bad. If there was really such a perverted strong man, he might have really taken away Mian Xilong's inner elixir. It is not difficult for ordinary martial arts to kill this spirit beast that has just been reborn for two days.

Wang Wujian half squatted on the edge of the jade bed and looked up at the Sleeping Xilong. From this angle, it was clear that the jade ** exuded a weak aura, which converged into the body of the Sleeping Xilong, and the appearance of the Sleeping Xilong at this time had a significant change from when it came in.

At the beginning, the facial features on its face seemed to be squeezed together, but now it is obviously open, and the distance between them is just right. It is no longer looking at it. According to the picture in "Golden Cicada's Shell", it has grown to the sixth or even the seventh day. Could it be here? Is the breath turned into your own use?