Chapter 45 Being captured

Today's second update~~

Two and three dragon sets appeared one after another~~

Look at the performance of Huashan and Cloud Dance, it's not good~~

After Zhang Chong came out of the room, he walked back to his room like an eggplant beaten by frost. In his hand, he still holds a square red lacquered wooden box, which should be what Feng Luo said to give him.

After Zhang Chong entered his room, he sat down along the eaves of the bed, still holding the red lacquer box in his hand. After sitting for a long time, he slowly opened it.

In the wooden box, there is a huge round pill. This pill is almost the size of a heavy palm. In the dark night, there is a bright light. On the surface of the pill, the Taoist light is looming.

In Zhang Chong's heart, he was still recalling the words he had just heard from the wind.

"I'm very satisfied with your performance this time. There are still three months left before the next part of the test. You have a deep blessing, but you don't have to worry about having no chance at all."

When he came to this, he handed over the wooden box to Zhang Chong, and the next paragraph shocked him.

"I took a lot of effort to get this golden elixir. I was thinking about which disciple I would stay in. At the important moment of the ninth level of the divine power level, I gave him this golden elixir to him. However, this time you go to participate in the Genius War, and I will give him to you. I hope it can greatly increase your strength. Although the mysterious demon body is difficult to be refined, after you refine it into your body, your strength will be similar to that of the divine power level.

In listening to Fengluo's words, Zhang Chong learned that this golden elixir is the immortal practitioner. After cultivating the golden elixir level, the spiritual power in the body is transformed into a golden elixir-level immortal practitioner. If the golden elixir-level monk is on the verge of death, he will detonate the golden elixir, resulting in a powerful explosion, and he will die.

If you kill him before this, you will get his golden elixir. Although you can't turn all the power in it into your own, the wonderful use of this golden elixir is still endless. If he is a powerful god with excellent talent, I'm afraid a golden elixir can make him break through to the night fork level.

"But do you really want to eat it?" Zhang Chong looked at the golden elixir and thought in a daze. Although he is extremely eager to make his strength stronger, he still has a bottom line. This golden elixir, in his eyes, is like a person.

He remembered that when he was eating white food in Shuiyunzhai, he was willing to pity his Nagano ancestor, the appearance of Xianfeng Daogu. Isn't he just a Jindan-level strongman?

At this time, in the legend of demon practitioners, they will use cannibalism to practice, and all kinds of terrible statements rushed to Zhang Chong's mind. At this moment, it became so real.

"Do I want to be such an inhuman demon master?" This is a question that Zhang Chong can't answer.

"Why do we use the golden elixir of immortals to practice? Do you think this is terrible? In fact, isn't it true that immortals often hold the strong body of demon practitioners to refine spiritual weapons and elixir furnaces? The world is like this. The law of the jungle. If you want to think better, you don't need to pay attention to these, but to make yourself stronger.

This is what Feng Luo said to him. Although it made him understand something, he also learned that immortals are also not much better. However, in his heart, he still can't accept it and let himself become such a person.

He held the golden elixir and sat in a daze.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of fighting outside the window, and several figures passed through his window.

"Someone is coming," was his first reaction.

He immediately put down the wooden box and wanted to rush out. However, at this time, a figure broke into the door faster than him. The man was dressed in black and only showed two eyes, but when Zhang Chong looked at this eye, he felt inexplicably terrible. The man's power made him feel that the man's strength was much stronger than that of Fang Hongjin.

The man didn't say much. The moment his left hand pointed over, Zhang Chong could no longer move. Then, a dragon rope swinged between his right hand, which was obviously much more advanced than what he bought. In an instant, he tied his body tightly.

The man's technique is extremely skilled. All this is only done in a breath. It's like doing the action of robbing a house every night. After tying Zhang Chong, he threw out a black pocket again to cover Zhang Chong.

Zhang Chong, who was in his pocket, fainted by a slap before he could figure out what was going on.

When he woke up, he heard a voice of a man next to him, and the man said,

"Xu Yifei did not do well. This sneak attack on the Changsheng Gate, but unexpectedly, he was alert to the wind and set up a secret array. We lost six disciples in the condensation period. However, we also caught a personal disciple who listened to the wind."

"Oh, I see." The voice of a middle-aged man sounded.

"Is it about me, the personal disciple who listens to the wind?" When Zhang Chong thought of this, his eyes secretly opened a gap. The first person he saw was a woman in a goose-yellow palace costume. She was about 20 years old, her eyes were like autumn water, her pink face was red, and her body was graceful, but she was indescribably beautiful. She seemed to see that Zhang Chong had woken up, kicked him heavily, and said angrily,

"Don't pretend when you wake up. Let's see how Elder Mohe will deal with you later."

This foot was extremely heavy, and he directly kicked Zhang Chong's tailbone, which made him feel cold. In his heart, he couldn't help thinking, "My God, why can't women's appearance and behavior always be in the same state?"

"Yunwu, what's wrong?" A man's voice sounded.

The woman heard the sound and said in that direction,

"Brother Hua, this boy woke up."

With her words, a man in his early twenties approached him. He was broad-faced and dark-skinned, but he was very powerful. After he came to see Zhang Chong, he was even more rude. He picked up Zhang Chong like a chicken and threw it directly.

"Alas~" In a scream, Zhang Chong had a close contact with the ground.

"Is this the personal disciple of listening to Fengluo?" The voice of the middle-aged man in front of the seat sounded again.

"Exactly," Xu Yifei replied.

At this time, Zhang Chong suddenly realized that the name Xu Yifei was quite familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere. At present, he was also thinking quickly. Suddenly, he thought that it was the old man named Wang Daozhong in the ring who told him.

"Is it true that you have been caught by immortals?" Zhang Chong's heart, like falling into an ice cellar, asked the man tremblingly,

"You are Xu Yifei of Tianmu Sect, the ancestor~~"

Listening to Zhang Chong's question, Xu Yifei raised his eyebrows and said,

"The little devil is quite insightful. Yes, it's Xu Yifei, but Tianmu Sect is no longer there." In the words, there is endless sadness and indignation.

"Oh, my God, I was really caught by the immortals." Zhang Chong shouted in his heart. At this moment, he also raised his eyes and saw the red lacquered wooden box, which was placed in a conspicuous position, and the golden elixir on it was as bright.

"Listen to the wind, your golden elixir, not only can't help me practice, but also let me die."

"I'm not a demon." Zhang Chong's mind turned quickly, explaining while thinking about how to defend it.

"You are not a demon." The cloud dance that kicked him rushed forward, and his delicate hand almost poked him in the face. He asked tremblingly,

"Then let me ask you, why the golden elixir of Ma Wenchang's ancestor came to you. Didn't you kill him?"

When she said this, her expression was so excited that she almost cried.

"I didn't do it." In the face of this kind of thing, Zhang Chong will never admit it.

And at this time, his eyes suddenly lit up and he was calculating.

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