Chapter 935 Are You Worthy To Marry Me? Return All [3 More]
The crisp sound of a hard object breaking apart became clearer in front of the empty palace, echoing in everyone's ears.
As for Ming Yuesha, who was the first among them, after hearing this voice, blood came out of her eardrums.
Naturally, it was not because of the loudness of the voice, but because the meridians and dantian were damaged after the golden core was forcibly cut out of the body.
The reason why the golden elixir stage is defined as the real beginning of practice is that only in the golden elixir stage can practitioners gather essence, qi, and spirit into one.
After entering the Nascent Soul Stage, you will really be reborn.
The Golden Core Nascent Soul is the most important thing for a cultivator.
When the golden elixir is transformed into a nascent soul, even if the dantian is broken, it can be repaired.
But if there is no Jindan Yuanying, there will be no possibility of cultivation in this life.
This means... Mingyue Yarn is useless.
Dayin's second talent, just like that.
"Buzz—"
When Ming Yuesha's golden core was completely drawn out, the space around her suddenly shook violently.
There wasn't a single blood hole in her abdomen, but there was a strong golden light continuously overflowing from her abdomen, and then it turned into nothingness in the air and disappeared.
But in the blink of an eye, Ming Yuesha's cultivation was completely wiped out.
Not to mention innate, there is not even a layer of acquired.
"!"
Ming Yueya was dumbfounded, forgetting that she was also controlled by Jun Muqian, and stood still.
The others gasped even more, looking at the woman in purple with a little more fear.
They have only heard of this kind of thing in books.
It is rumored that the practitioners in the caves outside Dayin have such profound knowledge.
Looking at the golden round pill floating in the palm of the woman in purple, Jiang Wenhao's face turned pale, and he couldn't help swallowing: "Xuan Qing, she...is she too cruel?"
He should really be thankful that he just said a few cheap words.
"Cruel?" Ji Xuanqing shook his head, "It's just repaying him in his own way."
What Ming Yuesha did was unbearable to the ears of an outsider. It was really hard to imagine how she could be so cruel to her sister.
Ji Xuanqing's fingers were clenched tightly, his eyes were dim, and he didn't know when he would be able to get back what he had stolen.
"Ruthless, so ruthless..." Ming Yuesha raised her head tremblingly, blood was flowing, "Mingyue Qian, so you are the one who pretended the most!"
ridiculous! It's really ridiculous, after twenty years, her life has become a joke!
Her disguise is no better than Ming Yueqian, she admits defeat, she is not as good, because she can't endure like Ming Yueqian for more than ten years.
But how could Ming Yuesha know that she was able to successfully frame her before because she framed someone who was not a complete person at all.
Jun Muqian folded his arms and looked down at her, indifferently: "I don't even bother to use this kind of thing on you."
If her whole body of cultivation could be brought from Unreal Daqian, Ming Yuesha would not appear in her sight for a second at all.
Ming Yuesha bit her lip tightly, and asked with weeping blood: "You have already won, do you still want to humiliate me?!"
Jun Muqian didn't pay attention, she put the golden core she dug out into the skirt of her clothes casually, and her eyes fell on Ming Yueya who was also terrified.
"A rebellious daughter, an unfilial daughter!" Ming Yueya's teeth were chattering, but he was still stern, "What else do you want to do? Dig out my golden core too?"
"No hurry." Jun Muqian let go of his hand, but raised his leg, and kicked Ming Yueya out with one kick.
In the astonished eyes, she slightly curled her lips: "It will be you in a while."
It is said that after Jiang Mo married Ming Yueya, he severed ties with the Jiang family.
The matter about her Jiang Mo has to be investigated from Ming Yueya.
Jun Muqian turned around and smiled slightly: "It's the first day, it's your turn."
In the recovered memory, Feng Linghan was also the culprit.
He did absolutely no less than Ming Yuesha, even if it wasn't intentional, it caused more harm.
Not to mention the soul, after all, she has no feeling for Feng Linghan.
There was a fatal scar on her body, which was left by Feng Linghan.
At that time, Feng Linghan was trying to stop her, and it is said that he accidentally drew his sword unintentionally.
Jun Muqian clicked her tongue in her heart, she was really miserable, every time she changed her body, she would meet this kind of person.
When the people below heard this sentence, their expressions were a little weird.
But they didn't dare to taunt loudly, they could only talk in low voices.
"Is Ming Yueqian really crazy? Mr. Ling Han is about to break through the Nascent Soul Stage."
"She has already defeated Mingyuesha, but Mingyuesha can't even take a move under the hands of Young Master Ling Han."
"Isn't Mingyueqian already out of her anger? She used to be a waste, blame Mr. Ling Han for looking down on her? Challenge Mr. Ling Han, it's beyond self-control."
There are different opinions. Even though their cognition has been broken again and again, they still don't think that the woman in purple can win in the end.
"I don't want to fight with you." Feng Linghan pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes, "The previous incident was also my fault, and I apologize to you."
Feng Yi was startled: "Ling Han, are you crazy?"
He knew how arrogant his son was, and he would never bow his head and admit his mistakes.
Jun Muqian didn't respond, and lazily raised her hand, pointing to the pain in her left chest near her heart.
Feng Linghan's expression changed.
He naturally remembered that sword, but he didn't mean it.
He really didn't expect that Ming Yueqian didn't do those things from childhood to adulthood.
"I'm sorry, you can return it." Feng Linghan thought for a while, took out his saber, and took a deep look at the purple-clothed woman, "Also, I withdraw the marriage contract and let it go, we..."
"Boom!"
Feng Linghan's expression changed, he took a step back abruptly, and bent his entire upper body, barely avoiding the oncoming blow.
Jun Muqian didn't say a word, she raised her hand, her body rushed out, and the offensive resumed.
"Bang bang bang!"
One move after another, as dense as the wind.
Every move is aimed at Feng Linghan's vital point, without mercy.
The sonic boom made by the fist piercing through the space shook the ground.
Feng Linghan was caught off guard and could only defend.
But when he really took Jun Muqian's move, a turbulent wave suddenly set off in his calm eyes.
So strong!
Ming Yueqian is actually so strong?
Feng Linghan looked at the black and white eyes of the purple-clothed woman without any emotion, and a strange emotion rose in his heart, and he couldn't help shaking his head.
At this moment, Feng Yi yelled in fright: "Ling Han!"
The toe of Jun Muqian's right toe was a little on the ground, and he jumped into the air with his strength, and immediately clenched his palm into a fist, and slammed down towards Feng Linghan.
Xuanyin Fist!
Even though it was not a moonlit night at this time, this punch still aroused the power of the sun remaining between the heaven and the earth, and then violently rolled up!
"Boom!"
Feng Linghan's eyes narrowed suddenly, this move made him feel a huge threat.
His footsteps were retreating rapidly, but the force of the punch was too strong, he rolled on the ground, but still couldn't dodge, and was firmly hit by the punch on his right shoulder.
"En!" Feng Linghan snorted, with blood overflowing from his lips.
Feeling the power of this punch, he fell silent, and looked at the purple-clothed woman with a bit of pain in his eyes, as well as inexplicable complex emotions.
He was hailed as the first genius
Seeing this, Jun Muqian raised his brows slightly.
As Dayin's first genius, Feng Linghan seems to be quite capable now.
Although the cultivation base is only at the last stage of Jindan, she estimated that ordinary practitioners at the early stage of Nascent Soul are not his opponents.
This punch only hurt him.
"Xiao Qian, what happened in the past was not my intention." After a long silence, Feng Linghan wiped away the blood from his lips, "I apologize to you again."
At this moment, he really wanted to face up to his fiancée whom he hadn't seen a few times before.
Although he was indifferent, he always knew that Mingyue Qian liked him, and he could see the joy in her eyes occasionally.
But now, why is there nothing?
Didn't you still say that you will always like him?
Just give up halfway?
Feng Linghan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, but he just couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was.
Hearing these words, Jun Muqian finally put away his lazy expression, and his eyes turned cold: "Call me, are you worthy?"
Feng Linghan was stunned suddenly.
Before returning to his senses, he could only hear the sound of hunting wind in his ears, cutting his face with pain.
Jun Muqian's eyes were cold, and with a movement of his fingers, he clenched his fist again.
In the next second, her speed exploded, and she slammed into Feng Linghan's left chest, which was also the emperor who was close to the heart.
The majestic spiritual power burst out instantly, roaring away like a torrent.
The pain in Feng Linghan's eyes deepened, he seemed to give up resistance and stood there.
If it makes her feel better, that's fine too.
But Feng Linghan was completely unaware that this move could directly take his life.
Jun Muqian didn't hold back at all, even if all her hole cards were sealed, it was by no means comparable to a genius among the human race.
Not to mention that no one could see how powerful the woman in purple's casual punch was.
Everyone still disdains, just waiting for how ugly Ming Yueqian will be.
When the violent power is approaching and is about to devour everything——
Suddenly, a loud shout fell from the sky, and another powerful force shot up into the sky.
"Apprentice, get out of the way!"
"boom!"
good night~
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