Take charge of Ascension

Chapter 228

In the deep night, it was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers, as if the sky was covered by a black cloth, blocking the sun, moon, stars and other stars from the outside.

The time clock ticked away minute by minute, and soon at midnight, a thunderbolt exploded in the sky, starting the first ensemble of the thunderstorm night.

"Boom!"

Thunderbolts sounded one after another, one after another thunder, exploding in the silent night, one, two, three bolts of lightning quickly across the sky, illuminating one side.

Amidst the sound of "hula la", drops of bean-sized raindrops fell, and in a short while, a dense rain curtain was formed. Accompanied by the strong wind, the raindrops fell obliquely.

From the first thunderbolt to the violent storm, in just a short moment, the sky and the earth have been flooded by the pouring rain.

Under the bright light of thunder and lightning, the rain curtain was like a bead curtain, which never stopped, and the muddy ground soon became muddy.

On such a night when the torrential rain is falling crazily, Sifang City is like a dead city. People here swallow it in one gulp.

At night like this, there should be no pedestrians on the road, but on the dirt road illuminated by lightning, there is clearly a group of people struggling forward.

A team of only 30 to [-] people braved the storm and marched on the muddy official road. In the team, everyone rode tall horses, but their image was desolate.

Walking on the rivers and lakes, it is not bad to have a horse, but like this team, every horse is so handsome, one can tell at a glance that it is not something ordinary people or forces can own.

Being able to have such a magnificent Maxima is more attractive than driving a Mercedes-Benz or a BMW in modern society. The owner of the BMW should be proud and handsome, but at this time, he looks embarrassed.

In the pouring rain, these [-] to [-] people were drenched like chickens, and more than half of them had wounds on their bodies. When the horses galloped forward, blood oozes from the wounds from time to time.

The direction of this group of people was clearly Sifang City. The straight official road, under the pouring rain, was not much better than the country road, and it became extremely muddy, making it difficult for vehicles and horses to walk.

The steed's thousand-mile horse galloped on the official road, and the horse's hooves stepped on the mud, and it sank an inch deep, which greatly restricted the speed of the horse.

The cultivation of innate warriors is extremely difficult, and one has to put in a lot of effort to improve one's cultivation level. For a long time, in terms of cultivation, Zhao Ji was not willing to waste even a little time.

Even after marrying Luo Qiushui, it was still the case. Every month, he would set aside a few days to practice internal skills.

Tonight, I stayed with Luo Qiushui for a while, after she fell asleep, Zhao Ji went to the practice room to practice the exercises, and soon sank into the state.

Zhao Ji practiced too many exercises, but after reaching Xiantian, he focused on Changing Jin Jing and Washing Marrow Sutra, and Shenzhao Jing also practiced in conjunction with it, but it was a great method of absorbing stars, and its efficacy was greatly reduced.

In the Jin Dashu, Beiming's magical skills have created generations of martial arts masters, all of whom are extremely tyrannical existences among innate warriors. However, compared with Beiming's magical skills, the star-absorbing Dafa is much inferior.

Ren Woxing and Linghu Chong, the only two who practiced the great method of absorbing stars, both reached the innate state, but they just reached the innate state, and they were much worse than those who practiced the Beiming divine art.

In the final analysis, the method of sucking stars still has too many flaws. Although Ren Woxing already has some solutions, and even the Yijinjing can dissolve the heterogeneous zhenqi, the flawed exercises have flaws after all. The perfect technique, Beiming Shengong, is far from perfect.

So, basically, Zhao Ji has abandoned the method of absorbing stars.

Deep cultivation, in the middle of the night, when a thunderbolt strikes in the sky, followed by thunderclaps and heavy rain, Zhao Ji wakes up.

Get up, open the window, and look at the distant sky, you can see that there is only a piece of pitch-black color in the rain, and there are occasional thunderbolts, lightning strikes, and electric snakes, in the dark sky. Circulation, as if embroidered with black cloth of electric snakes.

"Dong dong dong..."

There was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

Chaoyang asked.

"Master, it's me."

Zhumei's voice.

"It's Zhumei, come in."

Pushing open the door, Zhumei walked in with a slim figure.

"Master, the Patriarch sent someone over, saying that he has something important to discuss, and asked you and Miss to hurry over."

Zhumei said anxiously.

"Oh, well, let's go."

With a raised eyebrow, he walked out towards the sun.

In the middle of the night, he even sent someone to call, looking very anxious. Thinking about it, something big must have happened, otherwise, Luo Chongshan would not have done such an unreasonable thing.

After going out the door, Luo Qiushui, dressed in white gauze, was waiting outside the door holding an umbrella. When Zhao Ji saw it, his heart warmed and ached for no reason, and he rushed up in three steps at a time. .

"Why wait in the rain, my father-in-law called, you can go first, don't wait for me."

Coming to Luo Qiushui's side, Zhao Ji said in a reproachful tone.

When his cultivation level reached the peak of the third level of the Xiantian, his true energy was very strong. Zhao Ji could completely form a protective layer of true energy outside his body to keep out all the rainstorms.

"Are we husband and wife, we naturally want to be together."

Luo Qiushui said softly, but his voice was very firm.

"Just wait, you should wear more clothes."

While talking softly, Zhao Ji took off his coat and put it on Luo Qiushui.

Under Zhao Ji's meticulous training, after three years of martial arts training, although Luo Qiushui's cultivation level may not be very high, it is still no problem to resist the invasion of general wind and cold.

However, Zhao Ji was still worried that this night, it was really cold, and the continuous torrential rain brought extremely low temperatures. If something bad happened, even a veteran warrior might catch a cold.

Moreover, Luo Qiushui wears relatively few clothes. Although she looks so pure, refined, and beautiful in a white shirt, she can't just want to have demeanor without warmth.

"Thank you."

Smiling at Zhao Ji, Luo Qiushui said softly, with a happy and sweet look on his face.

Zhao Ji smiled, "They belong to old couples, so you don't need to be so polite."

"Come on, let me hold an umbrella."

Taking the umbrella from Luo Qiu's sailor, the two moved forward together.

Zhao Ji circulated his true energy to form a shield of true energy to envelop himself and repel the torrential rain falling from the sky, but he was powerless to expand the shield of true energy.

Looking at the backs of Zhao Ji and Luo Qiushui walking forward, Zhumei's eyes showed envy, and she murmured in a low voice: "Master and Miss are really loving."

(End of this chapter)