Chapter 115 Damn Restrictions, Lost
Nangong Wentian began to refine the elixir in front of Xiaobai.
"Look, Junior Sister, as long as I add the same amount of spiritual power, it will be a second-grade furnace. Look at this furnace, it will be an eighth-grade furnace.
But if this is the case, look at what grade it is, it is not the twelfth grade, it is above her.
It's strange, right? They all say I'm a genius, but I don't think so.
I have been wondering if their way of cultivation is wrong."
In order to verify his conjecture, Nangong Wentian opened three furnaces of elixir at the same time, and his technique became faster and faster.
Fortunately, others didn't know about this, otherwise they would really call him "the contemporary Dan King."
"Third Brother, what if this is not an assumption but is true? Just like you can practice both human and demon, just like the records are wrong, so you shouldn't deny yourself.
Similarly, you cannot interfere with others. Each family should have its own path, but your path, Third Brother, has long been different from theirs.
You don't rely on thunder tribulation, the power of the laws of heaven and earth, or the way of heaven. Haven't you discovered that?"
Nangong Wentian kept repeating Xiaobai's words, and then in an instant he felt that thousands of thoughts that had never appeared before flashed through his mind.
Xiaobai also saw that Nanning Wentian’s original luck power disappeared.
[What happened? The young master's luck has disappeared, and so has the information.]
Xiaobai didn't answer, but Nanning Wentian's eyes suddenly became clear.
When I looked at Xiaobai, I finally got the answer, but I couldn't tell you that answer yet.
"I will explain to you about Senior Brother Tianshu III later. How about the information in front of you now?"
"The little master seems to be less than before. Although I don't know why, a small part of the information that appears now can be seen by me to be true or false."
"That's good." Xiaobai looked at the brightly lit Tianling City, wondering what he was thinking.
After arriving in Nanningxia, I followed the guidance in my heart and walked in. Then I started meditating and entered a state of ecstasy.
After Murong Xiao reshaped his body, he went straight to find Nan Ningxia. At this time, someone in the air tore open the space.
Then Murong Xiao, who was still waiting for an opportunity, was tied up and unable to move the next moment, looking at the person who came with horror in his eyes.
Who was he? What kind of cultivation could subdue me in an instant? I couldn't even use my spiritual power?
Too bad he won't get an answer.
"What are you looking at, rubbish! You have to waste my time." The person who came was none other than Elder Liu. If no one saw him tearing the space with his bare hands, they would definitely doubt his identity.
Elder Liu looked steadily in the direction of Nan Ningxia, then pointed with his finger, and a ray of light entered the sea of consciousness of Nan Ningxia, who was feeling uneasy, and instantly stabilized him.
"The rest depends on your luck. No one can help you. If you can make it, you will be an immortal. What if you can't make it? Will you not make it? Nan Ningxia."
Disciples compete in sword training.
The final battle is in full swing.
Xiaobai was surrounded by several senior brothers and sisters. The small figure looked up and looked at the high-spirited sixth senior brother Yan Jinjin in the field.
She promised to come and cheer for the junior brother.
Yan Jinjin wielded the long sword in his hand freely, the sword light was sharp, and he carried an indomitable momentum.
The opponent's strength was also impressive. The two men fought with their swords, and the collision of their qi made a loud noise.
But anyone with a discerning eye can see that Yan Jinjin is better.
His knife is faster, more powerful, and more spiritual.
"Hahaha, slow down, you are a good opponent." Yan Jingjinge stabbed the opponent and laughed out loud.
The opponent, the one who claimed to be a casual cultivator, said, "Wait a minute," with a serious look in his eyes. He did not answer, but just clenched the knife in his hand.
"Unfortunately, that's it! I'll definitely take the top spot in sword cultivation. Just wait for me to treat me to some good wine from your old man." Yan Jinjin's momentum grew again, his body full of spiritual energy, ready to deliver a winning blow.
His eyes were full of confidence, and victory was already in his grasp.
Right at this moment.
A blinding purple-blue lightning tore through the void without any warning.
The lightning was silent and the people watching the game outside were unaware of it.
Only Xiaobai, whose sea of consciousness was different from that of ordinary people, "saw" the lightning clearly.
"Thunder from the sky?" Xiaobai was shocked.
The lightning had a clear target, pointing directly at Yan Jinjin who was about to swing his sword in the field.
The speed is extremely fast.
Xiaobai wanted to stop it and remind him, but the lightning seemed to ignore time and space.
As soon as the thought came to mind, lightning arrived.
"puff!"
The purple-blue electric light instantly penetrated into Yan Jinjin's body.
He didn't even realize what was happening.
Xiaobai's pupils in the spectator seats suddenly shrank, and his little hands clenched subconsciously.
In the field, Yan Jinjin was about to swing the last knife when his momentum suddenly stagnated.
The spiritual power in his body was like a flood that broke through a dam, and it instantly became chaotic.
"Hmm?" Yan Jinjin groaned, and his face suddenly turned pale.
The power of the sword that was sure to win the battle was greatly reduced and it became weak and powerless.
The opponent was also stunned, but out of instinct, he blocked with his sword.
"clang."
There was a crisp sound of metal clashing.
Yan Jinjin's knife was easily blocked.
Not only that, the recoil force from the slow-moving knife caused Yan Jinjin, who was already full of energy and blood, to suffer further impact.
"Puff... How... Is this possible." A mouthful of blood spurted out, Yan Jinjin staggered, and fell to one knee on the ground, leaning against the ground with the long sword in his hand, barely able to avoid falling down.
Lost?
How could I lose?
Yan Jinjin looked ahead blankly. What on earth had happened in that instant just now?
He felt as if his strength was being drained away by something.
Qie Wai Xing was also stunned.
He put away his knife and stood up, looking at Yan Jinjin who was kneeling on the ground. There was no joy of victory in his eyes, but instead he was filled with confusion and suspicion.
He knew that he should have lost.
He couldn't block the momentum of Yan Jinjin's final blow.
But somehow, I blocked it and won.
"Something's wrong." Qie Manxing frowned. He had a vague feeling that there seemed to be some kind of interference that did not belong to the two of them.
It’s like... God doesn’t want Yan Jinjin to win.
He looked at Yan Jinjin's pale face, which was completely bloodless and contained a dead look.
That was an extremely ominous look. My heart skipped a beat. Something was wrong.
Although he and Yan Jinjin had different statuses, they were good friends who talked swords with each other in private. They even made a bet that the loser would buy drinks.
This facial feature is not right. His friend should not look like this. He should have a face with good luck and a smooth life.
This is no longer a question of winning or losing.
"I must let the master tell my fortune. It is impossible for it to become like this inexplicably." Don't hesitate to make a decision. He is the young master of Xuanji Pavilion and he has some vision.
He quickly stepped forward and helped up the staggering Yan Jinjin.
"Brother Yan, how are you?"
Yan Jinjin raised her head, her lips trembling, but she couldn't speak, and her eyes were empty.
Wu Xiaoxing felt even more depressed and helped him towards the direction where Xiaobai and the others were.
"Junior Sister Xiaobai, your senior brother..."
Xiaobai's face tensed and she nodded, indicating that she understood.
Qie Moxing handed Yan Jinjin over to Li Xiaoran and Nangong Wentian who came after hearing the news. He looked at Yan Jinjin deeply and said in a deep voice: "Brother Yan, wait for me. I will treat you to the wine I promised you when I come back."
After saying this, he turned around and left without even looking at the reward that symbolized first place.
He walked hurriedly, with a hint of fear that was difficult to conceal.
He was afraid that the dead face would come true, so he had to go back immediately to find out the truth.
Xiaobai looked at Qiemo Xing's departing back, then looked at his sixth senior brother who looked pale and weak, and clenched his little fists even tighter.
In the sea of consciousness, the voice of the heavenly book sounded rapidly.
[Young Master, that was a forbidden power just now, a power that is not allowed in this world.]
[Yan Jinjin's luck is collapsing, his physique and cultivation are rapidly declining. If no intervention is made, his spiritual power will continue to drain away, and he will probably become a useless person in the end.]
[Also, I just caught a glimpse of information. His identity seems to be related to the upper realm. This forbidden power may be related to his existence touching certain rules.]
The voice of the Heavenly Book was unprecedentedly solemn.
[Young Master, we can't wait any longer. You must complete more tasks and rescue these children of destiny, because Yan Jinjin is no longer allowed to exist in this world. Someone wants to wipe him out.]
[Their destiny is closely related to this world, and also to you.]
Only by gathering enough luck, opening the gate to heaven, and allowing this world to regain hope of ascension, can we fight against the thing that controls everything behind the scenes. 】
Xiaobai looked up at the blue sky.
In the eyes of others, it is a bright and clear world.
But in her eyes, there seemed to be a pair of cold, ruthless, and malicious eyes peeking at her from behind the sky.
The so-called "Way of Heaven", the so-called "rules".
It is just a tool for certain existence.
"Something that's in the way..."
Xiaobai murmured in a low voice, his voice was childish, but it was filled with a cold murderous intent that did not match his age.
"False Heavenly Dao..."
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