Boom!
The thunder struck again.
Fate had almost no ability to resist and turned into ashes in an instant.
I don’t know how much time had passed before Mingsu regained consciousness. Not only did the severe pain in his back disappear, but he also started to feel severe pain in his shoulder.
Two injuries.
"Coincidence, it must be a coincidence. I didn't conceal my presence just now, so he found out..."
Another bolt of thunder struck, and fate was shattered once again before the words could be finished.
When he regained consciousness again, Mingju said no more. His figure disappeared into the void, his breathing stopped, and his soul was dead, as if he had turned into air.
Boom!
The thunder fell without any suspense.
The third time he was resurrected, Mingsu felt severe pain all over his body, a burning sensation that penetrated deep into his soul, as if thunder was raging in every inch of his body, tearing him apart all the time.
He has no physical body in the traditional sense, no blood, no flesh, but more like a fusion of body and soul.
In this way, fatal injuries can be avoided. All means of killing are to break oneself up, and all resurrections are more like a reorganization.
The price is that one has no power to fight, and even most magical powers cannot be used.
"Haha, a living immortal is chasing after a small minion like me, don't you feel ashamed? If you have the ability, why hide your head and show your tail, come out with dignity!"
Destiny roared towards the sky, as if there was a person standing above the nine heavens.
"I am the agent of heaven and earth. You are just a person who has not entered the great way. How can you have the virtue to kill me?"
The only response he got was the roar of thunder. Above the vast fields, the dazzling thunder pierced through the sky, leaving behind a pool of flying ash.
Not long after, monks from the company came to investigate. After reporting to higher authorities, the government roughly guessed the owner of the thunder.
The fourth resuscitation.
"Hahahaha, it's worth it. Being hunted down by such a person with all his might, it can be said that my life is not in vain!"
The fifth resuscitation.
"Li Changsheng, I think you are nothing special. I want to see how long you can last. Is it because you have more magic power or because I am strong?"
The tenth resuscitation.
“…”
Mingxu could no longer utter harsh words, and the pain spread all over his body to his soul.
Let him keep breathing out.
Is this man's power unlimited? Doesn't he ever get tired?
I wouldn't really be killed by this?
No, with this level of heavenly thunder and this distance, Li Changsheng must have consumed a huge amount of energy, and the same is true of the means by which he was able to lock onto me.
The eighteenth resuscitation.
"Wuwuwuwu, please spare me, Immortal, please spare me. I have offended you by not recognizing the great man."
That night, the thunder in China continued.
As a farmer's son, Li Yi was working hard in the fields and enjoying his life. Thunder was just a natural occurrence, otherwise even a rootless body would have found it difficult to sustain for dozens of rounds.
Wei Xi's face turned red because the weather in December was too "hot", and some beads of sweat appeared on her flawless skin.
After returning home, the general became somewhat spoiled and had no patience at all.
She heard the occasional thunder outside and couldn't help but ask, "Husband, is that rootless body really so amazing... Well, it's amazing that you haven't killed it for so long."
"The rootless body is extremely mysterious. Even I would need to use a lot of methods, probably fifty..."
Just when he spit out half of it for the last time, Li Yi suddenly heard a faint voice in his ear.
Li Changsheng, I’m going to fuck you, the immortal.
He changed his words and said, "It will take at least a hundred times to destroy it."
"Okay, the entertainment is over, it's time to practice."
Li Yi stood up and motioned Wei Xi to sit down, and practiced his most orthodox Yin-Yang method instead of Rabbit's Yin-Yang method for pleasure.
"Keep the Qi in Dantian, and circulate the Yin and Yang Qi in the body. Don't be lazy, you must circulate it at least once per breath. If you don't circulate it 10,000 times tonight, go to bed tomorrow."
Only after 10,000 cycles of the Qi can Li Yi's Yuan Yang Qi be digested. If this number is not reached, excessive accumulation over a long period of time will damage the foundation.
Just like the medicine jars in the world of cultivation, if you take too many pills, the medicinal properties will continue to accumulate.
Wei Xi curled her lips, a hint of resentment revealed in her starry eyes, but she stood up and meditated very obediently.
If she had just returned home, she would definitely look at Li Yi with a look of "Husband, are you incapable?", but after being urged many times, she did not dare to provoke him for a short time.
My husband, you are a little narrow-minded.
Li Yi took a breath and eliminated all his Yin energy, then he lay on the bed and played with his cell phone.
Ding Dong, Dong Yunshu sent a picture.
The cold Taoist nun took the photo with her face close to the camera, expressionless, and raised two fingers like modern people.
[Brother Li, I am in the middle stage of Yuanying]
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