Chapter 325 Five Thunder Curse

"What a coincidence, I have just cultivated the Changqing Jue to the tenth level." He said lightly.

“…”

Lei Ming Sanren's mind went blank. There really was such a coincidence in the world. A third-level formation master happened to cultivate the Evergreen Art to the tenth level! "God helps me, God helps me..."

Lei Ming San Ren was very excited: "I, Lei Ming San Ren, have been a great hero in my lifetime. It seems that God does not want me to die here... Then I'll leave it to you, my friend. I hope you can cast a spell to quickly melt the black ice!"

"Okay, don't worry, senior!"

Ning Daoran sat on the ground and performed the Evergreen Technique.

Suddenly, his body was like an ancient vine that had been entrenched for thousands of years. Strands of Evergreen Art magic power extended from his body, transforming into tender green vines that wrapped around the black ice from all directions! "It is indeed the Evergreen Art..."

Lei Ming Sanren looked excited. He opened his mouth and tried desperately to absorb the little wood-attributed spiritual energy that had seeped into the ice layer.

He had been imprisoned here for more than 300 years, and his energy was almost exhausted. Now, this endless power of the Evergreen Art was like a life-saving elixir to Lei Ming San Ren! Of course, this Evergreen Art power was only ten layers on the surface, but in fact it was covered by the Acala Divine Art. What really penetrated into the ice layer was all twenty-one layers of the Evergreen Art power!

The Eternal Youth Art itself was extremely mysterious, and Ning Daoran concealed it very well, so even an early Nascent Soul cultivator like Lei Ming Sanren could not see through it!

Of course, what Lei Ming San Ren failed to detect was that the Chang Qing Jue magic power released by Ning Daoran contained a large amount of wood poison. Just like when he plotted against the Shadow Wolf King back then, Ning Daoran used the same old trick again!

It’s not that he has a vicious heart, but one should not have the intention to harm others, but one must be on guard against others.

If this senior Lei Ming San Ren really rewards him handsomely after being rescued as he said, then there will be no problem. Ning Dao Ran will also disperse the wood poison and help him to establish a good relationship with this Yuan Ying senior. But if he has been imprisoned for three hundred years, his mind has long been broken and twisted, and he wants to fight and kill after he comes out? He must have a trick up his sleeve.

Five days later.

After Ning Daoran's tireless efforts to dissolve it, the volume of the black ice was reduced by more than 60%. Suddenly, the appearance of Lei Ming Sanren in the black ice became clearer. He was indeed a little old man who looked like he had a bad temper.

"Senior, I need to take a short rest."

Ning Daoran swallowed a third-level pill to restore his magic power and began to sit cross-legged in meditation.

“As it should be.”

Lei Ming San Ren nodded repeatedly: "Thank you for your hard work, my friend!"

In the blink of an eye, another five days passed.

Only a little bit of black ice was left, like a standing ice crystal coffin, imprisoning Lei Ming San Ren inside.

At this time, Ning Daoran showed signs of exhaustion again and swallowed a pill: "Senior, I need to rest for a while."

"My friend... it's just a little bit away, why don't you..."

Lei Ming Sanren was extremely eager to regain his freedom, but after seeing Ning Daoran's expression that did not allow for any discussion, he revealed an awkward smile: "It should be so, it should be so, I was just too impatient..."

But in his heart, he had already cursed Ning Daoran over and over again.

What a cunning brat, meditating to restore his mana at the last moment, this is clearly a precaution against me! "It's okay, young man, just take a rest, I can wait!"

Lei Ming Sanren said a dry word of comfort. At this moment, he was not in a hurry at all. When Ning Daoran was using the Changqing Jue to dissolve the black ice, Lei Ming Sanren was frantically absorbing the scattered Changqing Jue magic power. At this moment, every meridian and acupoint in his body was filled with vortices of emerald green spiritual energy. Those were all wood-attributed spiritual energy that he took advantage of the situation, and they were frantically healing and restoring his body and magic power.

However, as Lei Ming Sanren was in the Nascent Soul stage, he naturally would not take this kind of mid-stage Jindan cultivator seriously. With the spiritual pressure of a Nascent Soul and a Five Thunder Divine Curse, he would ensure that not even a trace of this guy would be left.

…

Not long after, Ning Daoran's magical power was full and he began to melt the black ice again.

But at this time, he not only released the power of Changqing Jue, but also activated the fragmentary Nine Yang Furnace Divine Jue of the Return to Nature level. Suddenly, the temperature around him rose a lot, and wisps of fire-attributed spiritual energy filled the narrow space.

"I didn't expect that you actually practiced the Nine Suns Furnace Divine Technique..."

Lei Ming San Ren narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "I wonder if you are a cultivator from the Lie Yang Dao Palace, and what is your relationship with the Palace Master of the Lie Yang Dao Palace, Feng Yinglong?"

Ning Daoran said alertly: "I am just a guardian of the inner gate of the Taoist Palace, and I have not met the Palace Master yet."

"I see."

Lei Ming Sanren smiled and said, "In the past, Feng Yinglong and I once traveled the world together. At that time, we were both monks, and we killed demons together. He called me Brother Lei and I called him Brother Long. Those days are really memorable."

Ning Daoran smiled and said nothing.

"I shouldn't have disturbed you while you were casting a spell..."

Lei Ming San Ren coughed and fell silent again.

About an hour later.

“Sizzle~~~”

As the last layer of black ice thawed, blazing lightning began to appear on Lei Ming San Ren's body. With a "bang", he broke through the ice, looking around with a pair of unruly eyes, and said with a smile: "Thank you, my friend. If it weren't for your spells day and night, I would never be able to regain my freedom!"

He gently raised his arm, and suddenly a wisp of golden lightning flashed on his arm. This transformation-level Five Thunder Divine Mantra was truly invincible, and it gave him a feeling of returning to the peak! The Five Thunder Divine Mantra was a heavenly-level secret technique. Who among the geniuses in the world could practice it to perfection? Since ancient times, there have been only a handful of people who could practice the Five Thunder Divine Mantra to perfection, and there are even fewer who could practice it to the transformation level.

Lei Ming San Ren is worthy of the title of genius! For a moment, the light in Lei Ming San Ren's eyes became brighter and brighter. He looked straight at Ning Dao Ran and said with a smile: "Thank you for saving me from the cage. As for the promise I made before, please rest assured..."

He suddenly laughed out loud, "Of course, that doesn't count at all!! Hahahahaha~~~ I was already in a cage at that time, and you, a rat, actually dared to take the treasure while I was in danger. Of course, I must repay the favor of saving my life, so I will leave your body intact!"

“Shua——”

Ning Daoran had already activated a third-grade, top-grade speed talisman in his hand.

As he floated back, his magic power suddenly filled the surrounding space, and the Nine Suns Furnace Divine Art magic power that was recklessly absorbed by Lei Ming San Ren's skin instantly ignited the wood poison hidden in his body! "Hong~~~"

In an instant, patches of fiery red appeared under Lei Ming San Ren's skin. The wood poison was ignited, madly burning the blood and Nascent Soul magic power in his body. In just a breath, Lei Ming San Ren turned into a man of fire.

"You little bastard!"

Lei Ming San Ren was furious: "You...what did you do to my body? Why...why is there such a poison in this wood attribute spiritual power...you..."

Ning Daoran dodged two attacks from Lei Ming San Ren in succession and said calmly, "When I saved you, I had already planted wood poison in your body. If you had kept your promise, I would have naturally helped you to eliminate the poison. But now that you have suddenly turned hostile, I can only use this last trick. You are the one seeking death yourself, and it has nothing to do with me."

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"My little friend!!!"

Flames shot out from Lei Ming San Ren's ears and nose. He stretched out his hands and begged, "Please show mercy, little friend. I know I was wrong. Please disperse the wood poison... I am willing to dedicate everything to you..."

"It's confusing."

Ning Daoran raised his lips slightly: "Even if you die, won't everything you have still be mine?"

"you……"

Lei Ming San Ren was furious, and his internal organs began to burn.

When he raised his left hand and wanted to smash the storage ring on his left finger with one palm, Ning Daoran finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Senior... No!"

The Qinglong Spear swept across, easily cutting off Lei Ming Sanren's left hand, which was as burnt as firewood. Ning Daoran raised his hand and grabbed it, quickly shattering the finger bones and taking the storage ring.

In addition, the storage bags around Lei Ming San Ren's waist were also swept away one by one by the magic power.

“Little bastard, don’t think… don’t think you can get everything. At least… the Five Thunder Divine Curse is not something that people like you can covet… ahhhhh~~~”

Lei Ming Sanren roared and wailed at the same time.

Poor Yuanying monk, he was burning fiercely from inside to outside, his body hunched over and fell to the ground, and in less than a few breaths, only ashes were left.

“Swish!”

A wisp of Nascent Soul was about to leave, but Ning Daoran was prepared. A green ghost shadow opened up and swallowed the fragile Nascent Soul in one gulp! Originally, the Nascent Soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator could teleport away after the physical body was destroyed. Unfortunately, Lei Ming Sanren had been imprisoned for many years, and his Nascent Soul was extremely weak and could no longer use the means of teleportation.

Ning Daoran sighed. After all, he was a great cultivator of the same generation as the Palace Master of Lieyang Taoist Palace. It was really shameful for him to be killed by such a cunning means!

He quickly searched his soul. Lei Ming Sanren was a famous Nascent Soul cultivator for many years. His memory was a huge treasure! ...

So, the soul was searched for three days and three nights, and all the useful memories and information were left behind.

Afterwards, he wiped off the mark on his storage ring and found that there were indeed quite a few treasures. The one that excited Ning Daoran the most was naturally a golden sword. There were wisps of golden lightning light around the blade. It was Lei Ming Sanren’s natal treasure, the Thunder Sword, a fourth-level lower-grade spiritual treasure!

The so-called spiritual treasure, the spirituality contained in it is far superior to ordinary magic treasures, and sometimes it does not even need the control of the owner, the spirituality in it can control the spiritual treasure to attack! This kind of treasure is naturally the best choice for Yuanying cultivators to nurture in the Yuanying! If there is no spiritual treasure, there is no other way, you can only nurture the magic treasure, which is also powerful.

However, a murderous and domineering spiritual treasure like the Thunder Sword consumes too much mana each time it is used. Even Ning Daoran with the Changqing Jue may not be able to withstand it. He will put it away for the future, and use the Thunder Sword as one of his main means of attack after he condenses his Infant.

As for the Five Thunder Divine Curse...

Lei Ming San Ren did not carry the jade slip or animal bones containing the Five Thunder Divine Mantra. He was entering the secret realm for an adventure and there was no need for him to carry such items. This was also the reason why Lei Ming San Ren shouted at Ning Daoran that he could not get the Five Thunder Divine Mantra before he died.

It’s a pity that he underestimated Ning Daoran’s background.

The soul-searching technique directly searched out the complete chapter of the Five Thunder Divine Curse, which was densely recorded in countless tiny characters on a piece of animal bone. When the last word was completed, a ripple passed by and it had already been swept into the cultivation system.

The Five Thunder Divine Curse, a mid-level heavenly grade technique, can be called a rare treasure! ...

Ning Daoran sat cross-legged, slowly closed his eyes, and poured a lot of time and energy into practicing the technique.

After a moment, he slowly stood up, his whole body was surrounded by golden light, and when he opened his eyes, golden thunder jumped, which was very scary! (End of this chapter)