Chapter 47: The Mystery of the Dingzhong
"She actually came too." Looking from afar, Ye Chen murmured, and his beating heart suddenly hurt.
The meeting of his former lovers here made him feel as if he was a different life. He no longer loved Ji Ningshuang, but he would not hate him. The pain in his heart was only a short moment.
Suddenly, Ye Chen took out a ghost-headed mask from his arms, covering his face.
The figures were stirring, and Ji Ningshuang came with the abortion.
She was not alone, and there was a young man with leisurely temperament next to her. She was really graceful and elegant, with her every move and showing her gentle and elegant posture.
Ye Chen recognized this person as Hua Yun, the number one among the nine true disciples of Zhengyang Sect.
"Junior Sister Ji, go and have a look elsewhere!" Hua Yun shook the folding fan lightly, smiling like the spring breeze, and it looked very comfortable.
Ji Ningshuang looked calm, but she did not refuse.
Suddenly, she passed by Ye Chen, and the former lover reunited again, but she was like a stranger.
Ye Chen passed slowly, his steps were steady and powerful, and he did not look back.
At some point, Xiong Er found him.
"What are you doing with a mask?" Xiong Er looked at Ye Chen angrily, "I have been looking for it for a long time."
"I just bought it, isn't it good?" Ye Chen took off his mask.
"There's a lot of money." Xiong Er cursed, "I'm leaving, I've found a place to live, so go and take a rest first!"
One by one, one by one, came to the depths of the dark market in the underworld.
In front of me are rows of pavilions, which are the places for people to settle during the auction.
When he came into a suite, Xiong Er locked himself in his room, and it seemed that he was studying his secrets for aphrodisiacs.
"Don't make up for it." Ye Chen cursed, turned around and walked into his room.
Locking the door tightly, Ye Chen took out the small tripod.
The little tripod seemed to have been buried underground for a long time, with mottled whole body and waves of ancient aura rushing towards him.
"I don't know what mystery will be inside." As he said that, Ye Chen took out the purple gold gourd and pulled out the gourd stopper.
Buzz!
Suddenly, the little purple gold gourd trembled.
Then, the small vortex reappeared, and a bottle of small tripod was swallowed by the purple gold gourd on the spot.
Buzz!
Buzz!
After swallowing the small tripod, the purple gold gourd buzzed violently and swayed violently.
Seeing this, Ye Chen's eyes became so bright that even the little purple gold gourd had such a big reaction, the mystery hidden in the small tripod must be extraordinary.
"What is the mystery?" Rubbing his hands, Ye Chen couldn't help but look into the small gourd.
The little purple gold gourd is hazy and full of refreshing spiritual liquid, and the small tripod is suspended on the spiritual liquid without trembling or light flashing, just floating quietly.
Ye Chen frowned slightly and continued to wait.
It was not until an hour later that the little purple gold gourd buzzed and spit out the small cauldron.
But Ye Chen had never noticed that a moment before the small tripod was spit out, a drop of blood dripped from the tripod and merged into the spiritual liquid in the small gourd.
"This...this is gone?" Without getting the mystery in the cauldron, Ye Chen looked at the little purple gold gourd in shock.
When Ye Chen stared at it, the little purple gold gourd seemed to be fine, and still slowly swallowed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Waving his hand to collect the purple gold gourd, Ye Chen picked up the small tripod from the ground.
The little tripod is still the same, and it is no different from before being swallowed.
"I won't believe it." Ye Chen cursed inwardly, and with a move of faith, he immediately sacrificed the true fire and wrapped the small tripod.
After one hour.
Ye Chen took away the true fire and sat on the ground, panting heavily. The small tripod was still intact. Ye Chen burned it with the true fire for more than an hour and was not melted.
"What did you do, you actually ignored the burning of the real fire."
Ye Chen held the small tripod and sighed and slapped. Even the real fire could not melt and melt it. He was really so angry that he was so angry that he lost his temper.
"Grandma's." Another secret cursed in his heart. Ye Chen held the purple gold gourd and raised his head and poured a few mouthfuls of spiritual liquid.
Um?
The spiritual liquid entered his body, as always as a clear spring flowing through his whole body. But what Ye Chen was inexplicably the spiritual liquid he swallowed this time was actually a little different from usual. As for what was different, he couldn't say it.
"Why does it feel strange?" Ye Chen tore his collar and felt a little hot.
Soon, the blood in his body accelerated the speed of flowing, and even boiled, making his body feel even more burned.
Licking his dry lips, he picked up the purple gold gourd again, and raised his head and poured it hard.
But soon, the feeling of being burned became stronger and stronger.
After shook his head, Ye Chen was slightly dizzy, and the feeling of dry mouth and tongue came again. More spiritual liquid in the purple gold gourd was poured into his mouth, but he became thirsty the more he drank, and the more he wanted to drink it.
Before he knew it, most of the spiritual liquid in the purple gold gourd had been drunk by him.
"What's wrong?" Ye Chen's eyes became blurred, and even his eyes were blurred.
So much spiritual liquid caused his cultivation to advance to the sixth level of Qi Condensation without even realizing it.
ah…..!
At some point, he growled and tore open his clothes, feeling like his body was on fire, and even every tiny pore in his body was filled with flames.
"Shui." Subconsciously grabbed the purple gold gourd, Ye Chen raised his head and poured it hard, and he didn't stop for a long time.
Bo!
Soon, another sound came from his body. Not long after he advanced, his cultivation level jumped from the sixth level of Qi Condensation to the seventh level, and his cultivation level was close to the peak of the seventh level. If this continues, it is not impossible to break through to the eighth level.
ah…..!
With a low growl, Ye Chen's form changed.
His eyes were covered with bloodshot, and blue veins on his forehead jumped out one by one.
This is not the end. An inexplicable black fog appeared in his body, and every pore in his body was filled with black demonic aura, and his long black hair turned blood red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The most important thing is that there was a magic light flashing between his eyebrows, and a strange magic pattern appeared and appeared.
Well......!
He held his head and staggered on the ground, feeling his mind roaring, and his head was about to explode.
At some point, he fell to the ground and fainted.
In the room, there was tranquility.
It took him a long time to recover from his original state.
There was nothing to say all night, dawn was dawn in a blink of an eye.
As a ray of setting sun shone through the window on his face, he suddenly sat up.
After a brief moment of stagnation, he hurriedly checked his body and found that his clothes were torn to pieces by himself.
"My cultivation level." He felt the tremendous power in his body, and he was shocked. His realm actually reached the third level and reached the eighth level of Qi Condensation.
"What happened last night." After a moment of dazed, he remembered what happened last night.
He waved his hand to bring the purple gold gourd, and Ye Chen's eyes became bright and dark. He drank the spiritual liquid inside last night, which led to all kinds of strange things happening later: his body was like fire, his mind roared and exploded.
"Is there something wrong with this spiritual liquid?" Ye Chen pulled out the gourd stopper and was about to find out, but the door was kicked open by Xiong Er.
"Let's go, the auction is about to begin."
Well!
Ye Chen responded, covered the gourd stopper, then collected the purple gold gourd, and walked out with Xiong Er.
Chapter completed!