Immortals, don't watch dramas

Chapter 1103 Deterioration
"Wow! Look, what's going on here? Why is there black air?" Someone was screaming, and while shouting, he took a few steps back, subconsciously moving away.

"Could it be true obsession? This is not a joke..." The man immediately withdrew the gloating expression on his face, his face was full of surprise and uncertainty, his brows were tightly knit, and he looked a little scared.

"Is this out of control? Heh, they regret it now, they are spoiled like this. If they still have their lives, they won't know how much they will hate them when they wake up..." A Jindan who looked relatively older The monk shook his head, as if he had a good understanding, and someone next to him immediately pricked up his ears and wanted to inquire carefully.

Someone on the other side was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing: "No, how can this group of idiots in the formation hall be so troublesome? Don't let it be that they played themselves to death before we made a move. Laughing, Youyuan So what about Zhenjun Ying? No matter how hard I try, I..."

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This time before Ningxia could react, Zhenjun Yuanheng himself was the first to react.

His brows were raised high, his expression became tense in an instant, and he immediately shouted in a low voice: "Xiao Xia, take out your three-bead bell, quick!"

Ning Xia's hands moved first, and he turned out a small thing that looked like a triangular bell from the storage bag at his waist. The outer wall of this thing showed a silver-gray metal texture, which was particularly textured.It's just that several jade beads are connected in the middle of the three sides, all of them are full, and there is an obvious crack in the middle of each bead that separates the two halves of the bead, but it does not disperse.

This thing is regarded as their most commonly used auxiliary spiritual tool on weekdays, and is used to calibrate the orientation of the matrix.The arrangement of array points sometimes greatly affects the power of the entire array, and even a slight deviation will affect the power of the entire array.

But sometimes the change or deviation of this kind of power is difficult to detect by individuals alone.With the help of this small appliance that can turn sound into form, unexpected effects can also be achieved.

This kind of three-bead bell doesn't have too many complicated attributes, it is simple and practical, and it has derived a variety of usages under Zhenjun Yuanheng's research.

Under the influence of Zhenjun Yuanheng, Ningxia is also very accustomed to this little gadget, and often uses it. When the other party said it, she would dig it out of the tool box that she usually used.

She didn't know what the other party was doing with this...but the next moment the other party told her the answer with practical actions.

"Ding ding ding ding ding..."

The sound of the three-bead bell is very pleasant, a bit like the tone of a piano, and a special rhythm will appear when you knock it slowly.Of course, what she was talking about was not Zhenjun Yuanheng's brutal beating method... Right now, this method can only inflict mental attacks on people.

With three strikes and one shock, he beat a small instrument like a drum beating the sky.

It's just that no one is paying attention to whether the tone of his beating is beautiful or not.

"This……"

The storm, every rhythm point hits the apex of people's hearts, mobilizes every nerve and every thread of people like magic——

The moment the three-bead bell was rung, Ningxia's impetuous heart was knocked back to its original place.

Yes, how could she forget... Zhenjun Yuanheng is here.

With the temperament of the other party, how could he watch the real Mingjing really fall into the darkness.She hasn't moved until now, so she must have other plans... Maybe it's just adding to the chaos because she's running around in a hurry.

Ning Xia opened his mouth, but finally took the words back.Let's see-

As the three bead bells continued to sound the alarm, the real Ming Jing on the stage also quietly changed.

It's just that this change doesn't look too good.

The black energy on his body did not recede immediately, but instead became thicker and lingered around him, looking like wisps from a distance.Wrapped in black flocs, it looked terrifying.

Zhenjun Yuanheng's expression became more serious, his hands kept moving, and his movements became more and more urgent.The crisp voice with spiritual power pierced into the ear curtains, and the original pleasant voice also became a life-threatening talisman, piercing into the hearts of everyone present.

But with the passage of time, the situation of Mingjing Zhenzhen did not improve at all.

Zhenjun Yuanheng's face also turned ugly, Ning Xia clearly heard the other party grit his teeth and said "this stubborn boy", and then injected more spiritual power into the three-bead bell, and continued to output.

They don't know if Daoist Mingjing feels better or wakes up, anyway, they are completely awake.Zhenjun Yuanheng's life-threatening "alarm bell" lifted the spirits of many people present. It is no exaggeration to say that some people even got their joints opened instantly because of this, and they figured out things that had never been figured out before.

The problem is that the black air on Ming Jing's body is completely "unappreciative"!The black energy on his body ebbs and flows like a rising tide, ebbs and flows, the stronger the three bead bells, the weaker the black energy will be, and as long as its rhythm can't keep up, it will rise again, even higher than before. Even more powerful.

I don't know when it will be the head.The people next to him frowned.

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"Arong." The voice was weak.

At first Ning Xia thought it was his own illusion, as if he heard a weak voice shouting.

She looked around but couldn't find the owner of the voice.

"Brother Rong..."

This time Ning Xia was sure that he had heard correctly, someone was indeed shouting, although the voice was weak, but the emotion mixed in the tone was very firm.

荣？
If she remembers correctly, Ming Jing's real name is Lin Rong.

Out of control, Der Spiegel raised his head slightly at some point, and turned in a certain direction.Everyone looked in this direction, and there were two people standing in a place that seemed to have been cleared out.

It was one of them who made the sound. He was supported and put on the other's shoulder with some difficulty to stand upright.The brand new Tsing Yi was stained with blood at some point, soaking layers of clothes, his face was as pale as a dead person, but the expression on his face was exceptionally stubborn.

He is calling the real mirror.Then……

The black air miraculously gradually subsided!You must know that it was still expanding before, and there was a faint tendency to completely envelop Daoist Ming Jing, but now there is only a thin layer of black air left, as if it has been consumed.

The situation of Daoist Ming Jing no longer looks so scary, his expression has calmed down a little, his eyes are slightly closed...it seems to be under control.

"Under control?" Someone asked in agreement.Although they didn't know what happened, this didn't prevent them from seeing that the other party's situation had improved.Many people breathed a sigh of relief, and their tense nerves were relieved a little.

"Uncle Wan?" Chen Siye shouted, a look of joy flashed across his face.

How did he come?Before this fight, the other party was clearly unconscious, and was sent away by Qin Feng.They also knew how badly the other party was hurt, and it was precisely because of this that Ming Jing's real reaction was so big, and because of this, he fell into a nightmare.

(End of this chapter)