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Chapter 50: All thrown away!

After hearing this, Sun Lie opened his mouth slightly, and then shook his head for a while: "There are very few."

"So, the real value of the Lava Immortal Palace does not lie in the inheritance of the mechanism, but in the foundation-laying techniques of the three gates and three dantians?"

Fei Si nodded: "The City Lord is far-sighted, how can we guess at will?"

"In the art of cultivation, the art of mechanism has been a partial sect among the partial sects from ancient times to the present. What is worth pursuing?"

"The three foundation-laying techniques of these three sects are the most valuable treasure!"

Sun Lie nodded and sighed: "So that's it."

Meng Chong clenched his fists and his fighting spirit was ignited: "I must obtain the three sects of martial arts, and practice the three dantians in the upper, middle and lower!"

"I can't wait. Mr. Sun, tell me quickly, how to use the Rain Thunder to help disperse the ritual?"

Sun Lie laughed: "It's very simple."

"After this battle, you should be able to take the initiative to control the thunder and thunder."

"At that time, when you disperse your power, you can start running and thunder at the same time to speed up this process."

"The talent of "Running and Thunder" is of great use. It is not only a dispersed qigong, but also accelerating when using qigong to accumulate magic power."

"In fierce battles, it can help you increase the power of thunder and restrain your Yin enemies."

"If an ordinary monk wants to refine magical powers, he must start step by step from his natal magic. If you have immortal resources, you will run wildly and thunder, and if you are like seeds of magical powers, you can grow step by step, and you can transform into magical powers!"

"There are other applications, you can slowly experience and explore them in the future."

"But be careful, this talent consumes the three treasures of your energy and spirit, and must not be abused excessively."

Meng Chong said oh, and clasped his fists to thank him.

Sun Lie looked at Fei Si again: "Han Ming came to spy on me again and again, and he was obsessed with the Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pill."

"I used to worry that she was a disciple of the Soul-Devouring Sect, so I tolerated it privately and did not pursue it too much."

"This time, she actually wanted to kill me. I and her are already life-and-death enemies!"

"I added a tasteless medicinal fragrance to those six Phoenix Soul Blood Inscent Pills. Just make a bottle of pills, and you can smell the medicinal fragrance after you take it."

"After following the medicine fragrance, you can track down the Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pills! Even if you are taken by a monk, as long as you are not noticed or cracked, you can still smell it within a few months."

Although Sun Lie is rough and generous and cares about the details, he has been in the world of cultivation for so many years and has not been a vegetarian.

In fact, how could a person who can set up a situation to inspire Meng Chong's nature be without strategy?

Fei Si nodded, changed his previous attitude, and bowed: "I am worthy of being a master of alchemy. I misunderstood before, so please forgive me."

His decent Golden Pills made Sun Lie look down upon him in this way.

Sun Lie is also an old man. He nodded slightly and no longer mocked Fei Si. Instead, he praised with deep meaning: "Lord Huoshi City has a good subordinate."

After dividing the spoils, Sun Lingtong and Chu Dunke Ning Zhuo said goodbye.

Ning Zhuo's voice was hoarse and his expression was indifferent: "Boss Sun, thanks to my help this time. I remember this favor in my heart."

Sun Lingtong laughed: "Hey, brother, do you think about my previous proposal?"

"Join Bukongmen?" Ning Zhuo shook his head, "I'm not interested."

In Ning Zhuo's opinion: he is the Ning family, the right way, and he wants to plan for the lava fairy palace. He has a good life, but why should he devote himself to the demonic path?

Although strictly speaking, Bukong Sect is not considered a demonic sect, the evil sect is certain.

Sun Lingtong also shook her head: "But you are suitable for joining my sect."

These words made Ning Zhuo's heart slightly move.

He recalled his speculation in the Lava Immortal Palace, and he probably had a talent hidden, and this talent was better than Aoshi.

Ning Zhuo tentatively said: "I heard that Bukongmen likes to recruit seeds of cultivation with talented hands. For example, stealing incense and stealing jade hands, dislocation of void hands, flowing light shadow weaving hands, Qijie hands, cloud-piercing hands, etc."

"Did I say that I have such talent, so Boss Sun, you always value me?"

Sun Lingtong shook her head: "I am not the elder of the sect, how can I tell?"

"I think your nature is born to be a person in the devil."

Ning Zhuo's tone sank: "If you are such a joke, don't make it in the future."

Sun Lingtong glared and shouted, "Don't believe it, my eyes are the most accurate to look at people."

"Enough." Ning Zhuo interrupted.

Sun Lingtong yelled: "Well. How to deal with these stolen elixirs?"

Ning Zhuo said: "My real purpose is to capture Han Ming alive. I have all dealt with these elixirs with hot hands."

"I don't believe that Sun Lie was spying on Han Ming many times and did not tamper with the pill."

Sun Lingtong gave a thumbs up: "Brother, you are still as cautious as ever. But is it a pity to deal with it all?"

"Under my method of not emptying the door, as long as I have a period of time to test, even if I have a secret backhand, I can detect it."

"After all, Sun Lie is just the peak of foundation building."

Ning Zhuo shook his head: "I don't recommend you to do this."

"This time, we accidentally ran into Meng Chong. He is the grandson of the Nascent Soul, and our actions are likely to be interpreted as a plot against Meng Chong."

"I'm afraid now, Faith has begun investigating us."

"Time is tight, so you can't test it slowly. No matter how careful you are, you should be treated immediately!" Ning Zhuo emphasized again.

Sun Lingtong patted her heart and nodded: "You are right, I still want to stay in Huoshixian City."

"But, how to deal with it?"

Ning Zhuo snorted coldly: "Isn't this simple? Just throw it into the fire persimmon forest."

Sun Lingtong was stunned, and then his eyes lit up and he clapped his hands and praised: "Mire, wonderful, really wonderful!"

Say goodbye to Sun Lingtong, Ning Zhuo took the spoils and returned to the underground base.

In the dark underground cell.

A basin of cold water splashed on Han Ming's face.

Han Ming lowered his head, his eyes closed and he did not move.

Ning Zhuo, the drooping man, sneered hoarsely: "Stop pretending, Han Ming. You have recovered your consciousness before half a cup of tea."

Han Ming gritted his teeth and opened his eyes suddenly, his murderous intent and hatred were unconcealed: "You dare to be evil!"

"I am a disciple of the Soul-Devouring Sect. If you want to kill me, think about the consequences!"

Ning Zhuo sighed in his heart: He wanted to hide himself, work hard in secret, and attack the Lava Immortal Palace, without thinking about offending the Demon Sect.

But there is nothing to do.

His current situation is that he can only move forward with a tough bullet and take a step back. No, if he takes a step slower, he will be a thousand feet deep and will never be restored.

"The rabbit is forced to bite people even if it is too urgent, let alone people."

There is no need to tell the helplessness in my heart.

Ning Zhuo looked at Han Ming and stared at her quietly.

Han Ming was so nervous that he was staring at Ning Zhuo.

She gradually misunderstood, her face softened, and she looked helpless, and had to compromise in order to survive: "Okay, I will admit defeat this time, you let me go, I promise you to do anything."
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