The origin of the magic way of magpie stepping on the branch

Chapter 113 Washing the Tendons and Yixing the Marrow (4)

Donghuang Wujue is really crazy!

To activate the spiritual power in the body when the muscles and veins are severed is to seek death for ordinary people.

However, she is different, she is Donghuang Wujue.

Although it was painful just now, but feeling the tempering of the bones by the golden spots and the potion in the body, Donghuang Wujue remembered the essence of elemental cultivation.

Elemental cultivation is nothing more than two parts: first, strengthening the tendons; second, compressing spiritual power.

Since these potions can strengthen the bones through tempering, then spiritual power must also be able to do so.

To be honest, it really has nothing to do with Donghuang Wujue's ability to live to adulthood safely.

It's all well protected by the people around.

This is so painful that your consciousness is lost, this master can still think of this for you; moreover, she is not just thinking about it, as soon as the idea is formed, the spiritual power in her body is stimulated by her.

This is not to say that the wind is the rain, but that the wind is accompanied by the rain!

Gu Zhichuan dismissed the servants around him, and was about to cook something delicious for the little guy.

This time of washing the tendons and improving the marrow must be unbearably painful and energy-consuming, so it is necessary to make up for it.

However, before he could straighten his sleeves, he heard a cry of struggle and pain from the west wing.

This is?

Gu Zhichuan was stunned, and hurried to the place where the little guy was, without even thinking about opening the kitchen door, he just waved his sleeves and smashed the door to pieces.

Fu Yu, who was calming down in the outer courtyard, apparently heard the cry and ran towards the west wing.

Jiang Nan, who came here to plead guilty because he injured the Lord's wife in the place under his jurisdiction, was also taken aback when he heard the cry.

There are obvious spiritual fluctuations in the tweet, is this the voice of a spirit body?
strangeness.Jiang Nan got off the carriage slowly, the cry was so painful, it must be that the owner of the spirit body was in a life-or-death crisis, right?

Just wondering if it was the ignorant person who dared to die in the lord's mansion.Jiang Nan suddenly thought, is that young lady from the Eastern Royal Family, the wife of his lord, a flying spirit?

no?Just fighting with a little piece of trash with only a little spiritual power made my wife like this?
It's over, it's over.Didn't I get into trouble then?
The servant next to him was about to step forward to support Jiangnan, but he pushed him away, "Unlucky bastard, go aside, didn't you look at my way?"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Nan disappeared in front of the guards in a few flashes.

Another guard helped the confused big brother who had been pushed down, "The last time I heard the young master speak his hometown dialect was a few years ago."

Within a few breaths, Gu Zhichuan, Fu Yu, and Jiang Nan gathered in the West Wing.

Jiang Nan'an arrived last, and he carefully investigated the situation of the people in the room.

With his cultivation base, he saw without hesitation the spiritual power flowing within the broken tendons of the Eastern Emperor Wu Jue.

"Crazy, really crazy!"

As soon as the words came out, Gu Zhichuan's face turned dark again.

Fu Yu naturally knew about Donghuang Wujue's operation, he said worriedly: "My lord, why don't you find a way to make Miss Donghuang stop first."

"It's late, it's late." Jiang Nan passed through the stone wall and looked at the horrific situation in Donghuang Wujue's body. "The spiritual power in her body has been mobilized. At this time, I rashly asked her to stop. Those rioting spiritual power It can kill her on the spot without leaving any residue."

However, looking at this man's appearance, Jiang Nan'an was sure that he had nothing to do with that little good-for-nothing Yi Xiaoran.

In this way, naturally it has nothing to do with myself.

(End of this chapter)