Fantasy World Card Longevity

Chapter 199
correct.

The Rakshasa that is raging in the small town below is actually Zhong Cifang.

In the past two days, he ran around thousands of miles, and ran to dozens of towns in a row, and only then did he catch these dozens of Rakshasa.

Right now, in order to test and force Lang Jing, so that he could awaken the power of wind earlier and master the spell of wind, Zhong Ci deliberately guarded Wangjiacun, a traffic artery, until now.

Then released a Rakshasa.

as predicted.

At this time of life and death, in order to save his own life and save the villagers who were dying, Langjing exploded without any accident.

"Hmm...let me see."

Zhong Ci looked at the small town from a distance, and his eyes fell on Lang Jing who was entangled with Luo Sha for his life.

"The power of the blood in the body is soaring crazily. The surrounding spiritual power has been integrated into the blood and transformed into the power of law. Has the power of the wind grown?"

Under Zhong Ci's divine sense, even in a violent state, everything in Lang Jing's body is still clearly visible in his eyes.

At this moment, under his insight, Lang Jing's details have already been explained clearly.

Although the opponent's strength has been enhanced at this time, the growth rate is not exaggerated. In fact, it has jumped from the level of an ordinary mortal to a newcomer to the foundation building class.

Although this strength can be regarded as an earth-shaking change for a mortal, but for Zhong Ci's vision today, it is still hard to escape an ant, and it is not very eye-catching.

"It's still not enough. It seems that we need to re-culture the solution, and then we can harvest." Zhong Ci shook his head, and slowly looked away.

At this time, the battle in Wangjia Village below has gradually come to an end.

"boom!"

Accompanied by the huge sound of wind and explosion, a Rakshasa was slammed into the air, and dozens of sharp blades cut its body continuously, bringing up a smear of blood.

The wind blade came very fast.

Almost in the blink of an eye, all of them fell on Luo Sha.

"Ouch-"

Rakshasa was severely injured and couldn't help but let out a wail.

Its body crashed to the ground, and a nearby house collapsed.

Fortunately, the residents in the house escaped early during the war, and were not killed by the sudden disaster while hiding at home like the unlucky ones before.

Raksha held on to his four claws, trying to prop himself up.

However, the wind blade had already cut off the meridians all over his body. During the previous battle, more than half of his muscles were torn. At this time, he was seriously injured and on the verge of death, and he could no longer move.

Lang Jing unleashed dozens of wind blades in one breath, which was an extremely exhausting task for him, a mortal who had just mastered extraordinary power.

He gasped heavily for a few breaths, feeling a little recovered, barely supporting his physical and mental exhaustion, and slowly strode forward.

Looking at the human being who kept approaching him, Luo Sha, who was lying on the ground with serious injuries and unable to move, showed a trace of sadness in his eyes.

Lang Jing came to the depth of Luo Sha, and looked down condescendingly. With his keen six senses, he quickly caught the emotion in Luo Sha's eyes, and quickly noticed that besides sadness, there was actually something contained in the emotion. Feelings of relief and regret.

"What am I thinking, a Rakshasa can have feelings of regret and relief?" Lang shook his head respectfully, feeling that this idea was quite ridiculous.

After throwing away these distracting thoughts, he collected himself, looked at the Rakshasa in front of him again, and the murderous intent had already risen uncontrollably in his heart.

This is the monster.

In just a few days ago, it raged in Wangjia Village, killing dozens of villagers and destroying half of the village.

Such a brutal act.

Already, this self-professed Xia Lan, who was full of justice, was so angry that he burst into anger.

"Go to hell, monster!"

Lang Jing waved his hand without hesitation.

A wind blade that was several times stronger than before spewed out from his palm, cutting the Rakshasa in front of him in two.

puff!
A lot of blood gushed out.

Rakshasa's body was broken into two parts, the upper and lower parts twitched, and then the blood drained dry, and there was no life anymore.

"call!"

After doing all this and seeing Rakshasa die with his own eyes, Lang Jing felt relieved and often breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's finally over, and the villagers are safe."

Looking at the villagers who were slowly returning around, Lang Jing showed a smile on his face, and then his body swayed, but he couldn't support his exhaustion anymore, and he fell dizzy on the ground.

"what!"

"benefactor!"

"hero!"

"Come on, the hero has passed, come on doctor!"

The villagers who rushed back saw Lang Jing.After fainting, there was a sudden shock, and all of his brains rushed up, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

This hero's deeds of saving the villagers came to an end with a less than perfect result.

"Have you passed out?"

On the head of the cloud, Zhong Ci, who had already come to the sky above the village, looked down, just in time to see the scene of Lang Jing falling down.

"But yes, a large amount of blood power has been transformed into the power of wind, which has seriously damaged his body. In addition, forcibly controlling this power beyond his control has also caused a lot of mental damage. He can't survive it now. Fainting is normal."

It took only a moment for Zhong Ci to analyze the reason for Lang Jing's fainting.

"However, despite this, his body and spirit are still too weak. If there is no external nourishment, I am afraid that he will not live long because of his physical deficit."

Thinking of this possibility, Zhong Ci frowned.

His purpose is actually very clear.

Ever since he saw the power of the wind curse spell exposed by Lang Jing at Lang Jing's home that day, Zhong Ci has been fascinated by the power of the blood law.

So after going back and thinking for a while, he decided to take this power back.

So this time I designed Long King to go out.

His purpose is to cultivate the wind spell in Lang Jing's body, so that the power of wind will grow rapidly. After reaching a certain level, he will take action to extract the power of the law of wind from Lang Jing's body.

If everything goes well.

Maybe it won't be long before he can easily obtain the power of a new law.

And without a doubt.

Now the wind power in Lang Jing's body is still too weak, so weak that even if Zhong Ci extracts it now, it will not be of much use to him.

"So it seems that we need to formulate a nourishing plan for him, and set up a training process to stimulate Long Jing to the greatest possible extent and let him grow up in the shortest time."

Zhong Ci looked at Lang Jing lying on the ground, a rough training plan had already formed in his mind.

(End of this chapter)