Chapter 105: Being a Devil
Ten years ago, Wang Ruojin inserted the picked wild flowers into the jade bottle and placed them in a place, and respectfully gave Zhang Zheng the motionless body cleansing technique.
After doing everything, she stood upright on the corner of the cave and refined the fourth-level mid-grade knife given by her personal disciple.
Unexpectedly, something happened during the refining process. Xiaodao suddenly lost control and accidentally scratched Zhang Zheng's face.
Seeing the blood flowing out, soaking in the snow-green clothes, she was so scared that she lost her face. She was so nervous that she quickly wiped it with her hands and carefully applied the healing powder to the wound.
After dealing with the wound, she no longer dared to refine a knife in the cave. She picked up the withered wild flowers that had been inserted into the jade bottle and was about to leave.
A strange scene appeared. The blood stained with her sleeves was applied to the withered flowers. The withered flowers actually resurrected, and the shrinking and curling petals turned from yellow to red, slowly unfolding.
First it was incredible, then it was stunned, and finally its expression was frozen above the crazy surprise and desire.
...
"Senior sister, don't blame me."
Your blood can help me practice faster. I want to build a ninth-level spiritual platform. I don’t want to surrender to others. This is my opportunity, and it is the supreme opportunity given to me by God.
Wang Ruojin stood up and looked down at Zhang Zheng, who was still unresponsive, with a cold tone.
"No one knows when you will wake up, maybe it will always be like this. Since that's the case, it doesn't matter if you give me a little blood. Is that right? Senior sister..."
Yes yes yes... it's you!
Zhang Zheng listened to her unsatisfied and naturally speaking, she was almost disgusted, and she wanted to jump out and grab her ears, roar in her ears, and then cut two holes on her body to bleed!
But after all, I just want to...
Zhang Zheng sighed dejectedly, no longer caring about the hypocritical female cultivator, but paid attention to the ashes that fell on her soul again.
About a year ago, her consciousness woke up from a coma, but was imprisoned in the divine palace and could not control her body. It was not until the last two or three days that she could finally separate the tiny divine consciousness and protrude it out of her body.
The female cultivator named Wang Ruojin in front of me would come every few days, and would cut his wrist and bleed.
In the past, she only filled one or two bottles, but today she directly received ten bottles. There were ten bottles, and her entire blood was about to be completely drained. If she put a little more, she would probably become a mummy.
She treated herself as a self-help blood bank, and did not care about her life or death!
Zhang Zheng stared at Wang Ruojin's familiar movements of bleeding, just like cutting his neck and bleeding when killing a chicken. The immortals and demons were all in one thought, and if they were wrong, she had fallen and walked on the dangerous abyss, and would be swallowed by the abyss at any time.
Wang Ruojin knew her secret and realized this, Zhang Zheng gradually developed murderous intent in her heart, becoming stronger and stronger, especially after today.
Wang Ruojin has embarked on a wrong path, ignoring human life and being obsessed with profit, and she will eventually pay the price for it.
Another wisp of gray smoke was refined and transformed into a snow-white fog, blending with the original white fog, integrated into one.
There was only a little left. Looking at the few wisps of gray mixed in the white ball that was big on his head, Zhang Zheng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and could immediately regain control of her body.
The bamboo green figure left the cave and looked back at the cave covered by lush weeds. A satisfied smile was accumulated in his eyes and he slowly walked away.
In the cave, the spiritual energy began to wander again, surrounding Zhang Zheng, and continuously drilled into her body, running along her meridians for a week before circulating into the jadeite in the Dantian.
The bright red flowers are half covered under the dark pearl light, half bright red, half dark red, faintly revealing two strange points.
Opposite the bright and bright red flowers, the face of the woman sitting cross-legged showed a pathological paleness. The thin lips that should have been rosy were not visible at all. The paleness was mixed with a faint black green, like a dead face.
...
Half a year passed in a flash.
"KaKa——"
As the joints that had not been moved for a long time made a light sound, Zhang Zheng patted the gray clothes, with a light and joyful expression.
It's such a long-lost sense of reality!
Zhang Zheng took a deep breath, and the tip of his nose seemed to be surrounded by the fragrant fragrance of flowers and plants outside the cave, full of vitality and quite pleasant.
After a glance, he fell into the jade bottle on the stone table and was so decaying that only a cluster of wild flowers left were left withered and rotten.
That shameless female cultivator...
Zhang Zheng pursed her lips. If she asked her to find an opportunity, she must let her enjoy the retribution she deserved.
Picking up a few dry branches, Zhang Zheng stepped out of the cave, and the long wind and green grass came to her face, and the chirping of birds, beasts and insects were lively and peaceful and harmonious.
I found a place casually, inserted the dry branches into the soil, and gently stroked the dry branches.
When the mind moves, the palms turn into springs, and the milky white vitality gushs out like springs, lingering in the bare dry branches, soaking into the dry branches.
The rotten black and yellow gradually replaced the green green meaning. The grass leaves emerged from it, stretching the light green leaves, and the veins and meridians were clearly visible. A little pink flower bud bloomed tremblingly, swallowing and spitting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, standing in the wind.
The eyebrows and eyes are curved, and the slender fingers are raised lightly. The rain clouds as small as a palm accumulate. The misty raindrops are rinsed and fall down, like scattered mist, watering the newly born fragile life, and bringing it to the air and dust with coolness.
The smile in his eyes suddenly subsided, and Zhang Zheng released his spiritual sense to explore it.
A bamboo green figure at the foot of the mountain was rushing towards here. But it was Wang Ruojin who had been away for half a year, and his cultivation level was still in the Qi training period.
Zhang Zheng rolled his eyes slightly, shook his body, and then sat back on the cushion, his posture was exactly the same as in the past ten years. He waved his hand to trick the now empty jade bottle.
She wanted to see why Wang Ruojin came here this time? Could it be that the foundation building was not successful with many preparations, and she came to find her and complained about it?
The ban was opened, and Wang Ruojin stepped into the cave with a low pressure and headed straight to where Zhang Zheng was. Even the jade bottle on the table had never given a look.
Her face was full of depression, she looked down at Zhang Zheng sitting cross-legged, gritted her teeth and said with gritted teeth: "Why! Why! Why! Why I failed to build a foundation!"
The muscles on the face twitched, their eyes were erratic, they were alert, uneasy, panic and resentful, and showed signs of two parts being possessed.
The sharp knife pressed against Zhang Zheng's wrist, and she murmured to herself: "It must be not enough, it must be not enough."
"Is it really not enough blood?"
Zhang Zheng's eyes suddenly opened and she let out a light voice.
Wang Ruojin seemed to have not heard of it. The knife pierced the skin, blood oozed out, and his lips trembled. "It's just not enough, not enough..."
"Ba"
The knife was slapped away, slashing Wang Ruojin's arm, bringing out a splatter of blood, hitting the stone wall, and then falling to the ground.
Wang Ruojin felt the tingling pain in his arm, and quickly reached out to cover the bleeding wound, staring at Zhang Zheng's eyes deep and cold.
The sword was unsheathed, and she held the sword with a crazy expression and slashed at Zhang Zheng. The sword technique was indiscriminate and full of loopholes.
Looking at her crazy twisted expression, Zhang Zheng's eyes fluttered in a hint of sadness. With a light raising his hand, the thick vines broke the attacking sword and tied up Wang Ruojin tightly.
"You! They are all you! It must be you! You have done your tricks in the blood. You want to harm me, you want to harm me!"
Wang Ruojin roared heart-wrenchingly, his body constantly struggling, even though the spikes on the vines pierced into the flesh, as if there was no pain.
Chapter completed!