Ning Family. Ning Xiaohui had just taken a sip of tea when her expression suddenly changed drastically. She accidentally knocked the cup down, immediately knelt on the ground, and reached out to grab her neck. "I, I..." Ning Xiaohui couldn't breathe, and her face was a terrible purple color. The tea paralyzed her nasal cavity, mouth and tongue, and the poison foam caused by corrosion filled her nose and mouth, making her unable to breathe! The next moment, Ning Xiaohui stretched out her hand and scratched it hard. She directly scratched her throat, and blood flowed. But because of this, she successfully breathed in fresh air again. The Ning family guards who came over after hearing the sound saw Ning Xiaohui's scene, and were immediately shocked and hurriedly reported. Ning Xiaohui had a fierce look on her face, and the magic in her hand was ready to be launched, aiming at anyone who wanted to get close to her. The Ning family guards did not dare to act rashly.
When Ning Xiaohui saw her grandmother appear, she was relieved and fainted. Ning Zhuo's courtyard. In the small secret room in the bedroom, Ning Zhuo closed his eyes tightly and concentrated. Drops of blood fell down, dripping onto his chest and staining his clothes red. This is nosebleed. Ning Zhuo went all out, using the mirror table to observe, and controlling Yuan Dasheng with the heart seal, occasionally dispatching the spiritual power in Dasheng's body to cast spells. When Yuan Dasheng broke through the last door, he was covered with scars all over his body. Three fingers on his left hand were broken, and his right leg was almost cut off. It was Ning Zhuo who commanded Yuan Dasheng to retreat all the way to the preparation room, and after self-repair, he was able to continue exploring. Although the overall strength of the puppet Ning Zhuo was not as good as Yuan Dasheng, the two were very matched, one in front and one behind, one attacking from a distance, and the other fighting in close combat, which could have a qualitative change in combat power. It would be much more difficult for Yuan Dasheng to break through alone. Yuan Dasheng bravely broke through the three levels of Buddhism and stood in front of the door to choose rewards again. There is nothing to say. Ning Zhuo directly chose the "Cremation Prajna Sutra" this time! The content of the Buddhist sutra quickly reached Ning Zhuo's heart. "Sure enough, it's the same as I guessed!" Ning Zhuo was excited at first, and then stunned. The content of the scripture of the Cremation Prajna Sutra moved him! He suppressed his surging complex emotions, and then ordered the Golden Blood War Ape Dasheng to push the door first and enter another hall, and saw the new three gates of Buddhism, Taoism and Demon again. The three gates require the three skills of the sixth level peak, which is not something Yuan Dasheng can enter. Ning Zhuo responded to my Buddha Heart Demon Seal, allowing Yuan Dasheng to successfully exit and enter the reward link again. The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit was very angry. In the past, Ning Zhuo only cheated himself, and now even his mechanical puppet is cheating!
The Immortal Palace shook, and Meng Kui took action again. A Yuanying cultivator worked hard and was always worried about the riot in the Immortal Palace, which would cause a volcanic eruption, cause a disaster, and destroy all living things. In the Immortal Palace, the years were peaceful and Ning Zhuo was still looking forward to it. "What should I choose this time?" "Hmm? Are there still phantom lotus seeds?" "If I am right..." Ning Zhuo thought about it and chose the phantom lotus seeds again. The second phantom lotus seed was sent to his sea of mind along the life-suspending thread, and quickly merged with the previous magical power embryo. Soon, the lotus seeds that had just sprouted grew twice as high after merging into one! The dragon turtle fire spirit suddenly calmed down after seeing this scene. It didn't expect that Ning Zhuo wanted to gamble after suffering a loss. Therefore, he chose the second phantom lotus seed. All the phantom lotus seeds rewarded in the Lava Immortal Palace are part of the essence of the life-suspending thread magical power. The quantity is limited, first come first served. But it is really too difficult to comprehend the magical power. Ning Zhuo made this choice, and the Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit gloated over it! So, under the puzzled eyes of the city lord, the Lava Fairy Palace, which was still rioting a moment ago, suddenly calmed down slowly. "What's going on with this palace spirit?" Meng Kui frowned, puzzled. Yuan Dasheng pushed the door open and then exited to receive the reward. For the third time, Ning Zhuo still chose the Illusion Lotus Seed! Seeing this, the Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit rolled over with joy, and the sound of laughter echoed in the main hall. The fourth time, and the last time. Ning Zhuo, who was unable to continue, still chose the Illusion Lotus Seed. After three consecutive Illusion Lotus Seeds were fused, the embryo of the lotus seed had grown into a small lotus root arm. What followed was a large amount of perception, like flowing water, constantly impacting Ning Zhuo's mind. Ning Zhuo hurriedly and carefully perceived, and in the process, he suddenly opened his eyes. He was in a small secret room for cultivation at this time, surrounded by floating clouds, blocking his vision. But Ning Zhuo turned his head and stared in a certain direction, frowning, with a faint light flashing in his eyes. At the gate of the courtyard, there were Qi-refining cultivators from the Ning family patrolling.
Da Da Da! A series of rapid horse hoof sounds came. A carriage seemed to be out of control and rushed into the small courtyard. The Ning family cultivator first shouted loudly to stop it, and then cast a spell. But the spell could not stop the carriage, which smashed the gate of the courtyard and rushed into the courtyard. After slightly adjusting the direction, it rushed into the bedroom where Ning Zhuo was. "Enemy attack!" The foundation-building cultivator seemed to have fallen from the sky. Just as he blocked the carriage, his expression suddenly changed drastically. Boom! The next moment, the carriage exploded, causing a fierce heat, flames soaring into the sky, and the air waves of the explosion poured in all directions. The explosion was incandescent. The roof of Ning Zhuo's house was blown off first, and then the walls were collapsed. All the furniture and furnishings in the room were reduced to ashes in the explosion. The violent explosion almost flattened the surrounding area. In the smoke and dust, the Ning family guards gathered together again. There are only two foundation-building stages left, and the other two Qi-refining stages have died in the explosion. One of the foundation-building monks, the one who showed up to intercept the carriage, was seriously injured. But he didn't care about himself at all, but frantically searched for Ning Zhuo's whereabouts. This is the target they must protect! But the previous house had disappeared, and even the small secret practice room that Ning Zhuo had just built, only a small section of broken walls remained. "It's over, it's over, Ning Zhuo is dead!" "No, we still have hope." "Yes, yes, basement. There is a basement here." So, the two cultivators of the Ning family moved their fingers and dug wildly. They soon dug a passage. After entering the basement, they found that most of the basement frame was gone and most of it collapsed. But what made them extremely happy was that Ning Zhuo was really here. "you are still alive!" “Thank God!!” The Ning Family Foundation Establishment Masters both felt like crying with joy.
Ning Zhuo's breath was weak and he seemed to be injured: "Brothers, let's not talk about anything else. Quickly set up a formation to protect me." "In addition, please quickly inform the family and ask them to send someone to meet us." The dual cultivators of Foundation Establishment woke up from a dream, and one of them nodded wildly: "Yes, yes, that's what you should do!" A temporary formation was set up, and Ning Zhuo was inside the formation. Outside the formation, the two foundation-building guards did not dare to be careless at all. If there was any disturbance, the two of them would immediately launch spells to smash it over without saying a word. Not long after, the team of monks from the Ning family arrived here. Ning Xiaoren took the lead and welcomed Ning Zhuo out of the magic circle: "Good nephew, good nephew, I was so worried about you when I heard the news about your attack. I was so anxious all the way!" "Fortunately, you Jiren had your own celestial phenomena and survived this fatal murderous opportunity." "Too dangerous!" Ning Zhuo saluted first, and then asked: "Uncle Ning, the murderer was so vicious that he blew up my residence. This was left to me by my mother, and it is now in ruins." "When will you catch the demon cultivator who attacked me?" "If I don't catch him, I won't be able to rest at ease for a moment!" Ning Xiaoren looked troubled, considered his words, and persuaded Ning Zhuo to calm down. "For now, I will escort you back to the family headquarters." "You'd better live in my house, it will be much safer." This time, Ning Zhuo didn't have much room to refuse. But he thought about it and said, "Uncle Ning, I don't want to trouble you all the time." "Speaking of which, when I was in school, I stayed at my uncle's house." "It's better this time. I'll stay at my uncle's house. Anyway, they are also in the inner circle of the clan." Ning Xiaoren thought for a while, then nodded in agreement: "That's fine." "If you can't get used to living there, I won't force you." "I will send some more guards to protect you day and night." "You may not know yet, but all the geniuses in the Qi Refining Stage among the four major forces in Fire Persimmon City were assassinated, each with serious injuries. Ning Xiaohui is already unconscious. Your condition is pretty good." Ning Zhuo looked frightened and cried out in a low voice. Ning Xiaoren sighed, frowning and worried.
