However, despite its strong bones, it seems not as powerful as the rumored Tao body.

Buzz!

The inspiration rioted, forming a huge whirlpool and gathering in the stone chamber.

Xu Sanniang closed her eyes and concentrated. Her breathing method allowed her to absorb the spiritual energy around her, and the mana in her Dantian quickly turned from a thin mist into a thick mist. In an instant, a drop of liquid composed of mana appeared, which was the precursor to entering the foundation building.

A few moments.

Countless thick fogs turned into raging mana tides.

…

the other side.

Tu Shanjun's ghost body followed Wu Laowu out of the prison, and looked back when he felt the fluctuation of spiritual energy.

"Hey, is this the scene of foundation building?"

Wu Laowu was surprised. He looked towards the direction where the spiritual energy vortex was condensed. He suddenly understood and said with a smile: "Who do you think is building the foundation?"

He didn't show off, but said in surprise: "As expected of someone with a background. No shackles, no magical power, and no monks to guard him."

There are countless prisoners on the sixteenth floor of the prison, including many great monks.

If an ordinary monk enters the prison of Tianji Mansion, he will have to strip naked, put on prison clothes to seal off his magic power, and put on shackles. There are also different talisman formations in the prison, shaped like copper walls and iron walls.

"We little people should behave like little people. We are born to be big people, so we should stop trying to eat swan meat." Wu Laowu glanced at the black-robed monk, and after noticing his Qi training skills, he added

He shook his head again and again, how could he dare to hope for it when his cultivation level to settle down and live in a stable life was so low and weak.

Tushanjun has a strange face.

This person seems to have misunderstood something.

If you were in a different place, you would definitely feel like a poor boy and a rich girl who ran away from home.

However, is there really a poor boy over 300 years old?

Tu Shanjun did not talk to Wu Laowu in detail. He smiled and continued to follow Wu Laowu silently.

Seeing that the black-robed monk didn't take it seriously, Wu Laowu secretly said: Rotten wood cannot be carved.

Thinking that he was just taking the blame for the big shot, he felt relieved and immediately warned: "You can answer whatever the noble man asks you later. If you offend the noble man, you can't afford to pay with ten heads."

Get out of prison.

Across the palace corridor.

Until they reached an empty patio, where a carriage was parked.

"Sir, I have brought you here."

"good."

"You go down now."

"As commanded."

Wu Laowu took the reward and left happily. He didn't open the bag until the carriage was gone, and said, "Hey, you are really generous!"

The coachman took down the low stool.

He made a gesture of invitation and said: "My lord is waiting for you."

Tu Shanjun looked puzzled. He didn't remember knowing any important people.

Then I thought about it, it couldn't be a member of Xu Sanniang's family. Could it be that he was also a freeloader?

Got on the carriage.

Look closely.
Chapter completed!