Fantasy World Card Longevity

Chapter 201 You have no worries
call!
A big hand descended from the sky.

Carrying infinite power, he ruthlessly grabbed Yiqi below.

Lang Jing was enjoying the pleasure of galloping on a fast horse, when suddenly a shadow appeared on his body, and the violent wind fell from the top of his head with a sound of explosion.

He who had initially mastered the power of wind immediately noticed it.

"Where are you bastards!"

Lang Jing shouted subconsciously. This was a habit he had developed these days. He had to shout a few words before taking action to boost his morale. The same was true this time.

The voice is thick and vibrating in all directions.

With the disappearance of the voice, a blue light glowed on Lang Jing's body, and the power of the wind lingered around him.

A large gust of wind surged in the air instantly, like a storm, raging on the land.

And these strong winds that were supposed to cause terrible disasters were controlled by a special rhythm. Driven by the rhythm, the endless wind rose into the sky with Lang Jing's body, directly affecting the people caught above. giant hand.

puff!
The wind meets the giant hand.

Then the infinite wind dissipated in an instant, and Lang Jing's body was grasped by a giant hand and held directly in his hand.

Senseless.

He was stunned.

What's the situation?
How did my wind dissipate?

The sudden change made Lang Jing a little dazed, but his instinct for danger and the discomfort from his body still made him struggle hard in the palm of his giant hand.

then.

click!
The giant hand clenched hard, and a sharp pain came from all directions of the body, and an invisible force poured into his body from the surface.

This force involved the blood in his body, and the blood drove the wind force in his body, and along with that invisible force, it continuously flowed out from his body.

Lang Jing's pupils slowly dilated, and he lost a lot of blood, making him feel very weak.

In particular, the extraction of the power of wind took away his source of life, forcibly took away the power of his blood, and caused him irreparable damage.

Although, Zhong Ci never thought about saving it.

"Well, it's not bad. It has the power of the mid-stage golden core, and it's not in vain for me to spend a lot of hard work."

At the moment before his consciousness finally disappeared, Lang Jing faintly heard such a sentence.

What does it mean?
And why is this voice so familiar?
With the last trace of doubt, Lang Jing was completely plunged into darkness.

With his death, the branch blood in his body was almost exhausted.

The giant hand in the sky dissipated suddenly, Lang Jing's body lost its support, and fell towards the ground suddenly.

slap!

With the muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, the corpse fell into a meat sauce.

Zhong Ci opened his palm.

At this moment, a drop of cyan blood emerged from the palm of his hand, which was his purified wind blood.

Zhong Ci felt this drop of blood carefully.

His consciousness swept over the blood continuously, analyzing the various information contained in it.

"Swallowing this blood, can you master the law of wind?" He seemed to feel it.

Don't underestimate it, it's just a drop of blood.

But this drop of blood contains the law of wind.

And after being cultivated by Zhongci, as long as the blood is transplanted to anyone, that person can master the law of wind and have a cultivation level equivalent to that of a golden core human realm monk.

Moreover, with the cultivation level of Jindan Human Realm to control the law of wind, the combat power is enough to crush most of the Jindan monks who have not mastered the power of the law, reaching the peak of Jindan Heavenly Realm.

It can be described as a step to the sky.

"It's just that this kind of climbing to the sky in one step is not what I want!" Zhong Ci showed a look of disappointment on his face.

Although Jindan Tianjing's combat power is good, it is nothing to him now.

At best, that is, from an ant that dies after blowing one breath, to an ant that needs to be pressed with a finger to die.

He collected the blood in a jade bottle and put it back into the ring.

After doing this, he turned his eyes again and looked at Lang Jing's corpse in front of him, which had turned into meat paste.

"Forget it, it's still friends after all!"

Zhong Ci thought for a while and sighed lightly.

He couldn't bear to see Lang Jing abandoning his body in the wilderness and having his body eaten by wild beasts.

A wave of hands.

A spiritual fire appeared out of nowhere and landed on Lang Jing's body.

The flames were burning.

Under the strong temperature, the body and blood were burned into ashes in a short time.

vaguely.

It seemed that a soul could be heard wailing above the remains of Lang Jing's corpse, as if it was being burned by the flames in unbearable pain.

Zhong Ci's face remained unchanged.

He turned a deaf ear to the wailing that he heard next to his ears, and didn't take it seriously at all.

How could there be souls howling?

His brother Lang Jing was clearly dead, and even his soul was there. How could he still remain after his soul was scattered in the fall just now.

The fire was still burning.

But Zhong Ci has already left.

Although this action is not complete, the general purpose has been achieved.

The blood of the wind can be nurtured and grown.

And there is no need to have too much understanding. As long as you develop the power of your bloodline, you can continue to grow and eventually reach the limit of your bloodline.

"So, if it is cultivated properly and not forced to grow, the final bloodline of wind will actually be a complete law of wind."

After all, he was a little anxious to train Lang Jing this time.

In just over a month, Lang Jing had been raised to a level equivalent to that of Jindan, which was too fast.

Although in order to make up for Lang Jing's shortfall, Zhong Ci allowed him to go further, and also used some natural and earthly treasures for the other party.

But after all, it is not enough to make up for the deficiency.

Excessively digging out the power of blood, after all, still hurt Lang Jing's body and soul.

Even if Zhong Ci didn't make a move this time.

Given Lang Jing's physical condition, he actually wouldn't be able to live for more than a month or two.

And when the deadline is approaching, all the hidden injuries will erupt at the same time, and the pain that Lang Jing will endure will be a thousand times what it is now.

"That's why I had no choice but to act in order to help him escape early and not have to go through that kind of pain." Zhong Ci felt sad in his heart.

He is not a heartless person, nor is he a bloodthirsty person.

He still values ​​his friends very much, and is willing to do something for them.

Although I was a little anxious to develop the power of wind for Lang Jing, I also had good intentions in order to help this friend master the power.

It's just doing bad things with good intentions.

"No matter what, I still did something wrong, and I have to make up for it." Zhong Ci sighed softly, and then his eyes became firm.

"Brother Lang Jing, you can leave at ease, sister-in-law and Lang Ming, brothers will take care of them and won't let them be bullied."

At this time, he vaguely understood Cao Cao's famous saying.

I will take care of your wife, and you have nothing to worry about.

This is not a joke that makes people laugh, but a great virtue.

And now, Zhong Ci has also inherited this virtue.

(End of this chapter)