Yesterday, the ninth acupoint had already been completed and was now filled with spiritual energy, becoming a set of "batteries" to provide energy, further pushing the tide.
If it weren't for the fact that these spiritual energies could temporarily support the body and ensure that he wouldn't starve to death even if he didn't eat or drink for two or three days, he wouldn't have shared the steamed buns.
He can now barely be considered a cultivator.
But there is not a single word in my memory about the knowledge of spiritual practice.
Sitting on a treasure trove, but nowhere to use it.
Waiting for another usable passive?
It’s hard to say…
Chen Kuang let out a light click of his tongue and turned his head to look at the old man in the cell on the right who was snoring soundly after eating a steamed bun with grunts, then lying on the ground.
The killing god of Daliang, the great general, Huo Hengxuan.
It is said that he is also a cultivator who uses martial arts to gain enlightenment and has extraordinary supernatural powers.
Seems pretty powerful?
Chen Kuang was speechless for a moment when he thought of the scene where the old man was chasing after the steamed buns without any dignity.
The old man turned over and scratched his heart with his empty wrist, and the chains rustled.
He smacked his lips, used the bloody flesh on his wrist to pick up the steamed bread crumbs on his chest, put them into his mouth and licked them.
Chen Kuang: “…”
Or maybe try waiting for the passive...
As he was thinking, he found that the scene in his vision suddenly changed.
Although the old general's limbs were cut off, there seemed to be four tumors entangled in the broken flesh and blood, supplied by blood from the whole body, wriggling and showing vitality.
Huh?
Chen Kuang's heart moved. Could this be the effect of "seeing through fire"?
Looking more closely, it turned out that those tumors were not tumors, but unformed finger bones squeezed together!
It's ready to go, as if it could break out of the ground at any time!
Chen Kuang hasn't thought about it carefully yet.
"Boom—"
Suddenly there was a loud noise like thunder, and the whole cell was shaking.
A few pieces of rubble fell from above, and Mrs. Liang screamed while holding her daughter and shrank into the corner.
Chen Kuang stood up immediately, but before he could comfort her, he heard the jailers outside shouting in panic.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Get up! Don't panic! Hold on! It will be all right soon!"
Are people from Liang coming?
So fast!
Chen Kuang was a little surprised. His eyes flickered and fell on the door lock in front of him. His fingers moved.
This lock is easy to open... He needs a thin piece of metal... Madam Liang also has a hairpin on her head... As long as...
"Haha, kid, I advise you to calm down."
A hoarse, old voice.
Chen Kuang turned around suddenly and met a pair of sarcastic eyes with bloodshot eyes between the fence.
"Why? Now..."
The old man didn't say anything, just rolled his eyes at him, raised his empty wrist, and pointed high at the only small window in the cell.
Chen Kuang subconsciously looked in the direction he was looking, and his pupils suddenly constricted.
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