The Strongest Peach Luck Stupid Doctor

Chapter 386
Gao Qiang thought about it, channeled his true energy, and injected some into it.

In the next second, a huge suction force suddenly came from inside the mask.

He felt his zhenqi, like a flood that opened the gate, pouring into the mask uncontrollably.

Tall and powerful, he wanted to take back his true energy, but he couldn't.

Feeling the true energy in his body, seeing the sky at a speed visible to the naked eye, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Now he finally understands why this bronze mask looks so old, but the aura inside is still so strong, and all the feelings are supplemented by absorbing the master's true energy.

I have to think of a way quickly. If I continue to suck like this, I will suck myself dry sooner or later.

He tried to run the Daoyin technique, trying to return the true energy to his dantian, and then tried to release the true energy to see if he could cut off the connection between himself and the mask.

However, it turned out that everything was in vain.

No matter how hard he tried, the qi still rushed towards the mask tirelessly.

Even though Gao Qiang is an immortal cultivator, his zhenqi is several times stronger than that of ordinary martial arts masters, but with this continuous flow of zhenqi, the zhenqi in his dantian quickly bottomed out.

Seeing that the mask did not stop, Gao Qiang could only sigh helplessly: "It seems that we can only wait for death."

Click!

Just when Gao Qiang was a little desperate, the dark green patina on the mask suddenly burst open, like a cracked wall.

"Hey, is there still a turning point?"

Faced with such a strange phenomenon, Gao Qiang suddenly regained his spirits, staring at the change of the mask with wide eyes.

The copper rust peeled off piece by piece like snowflakes, and this mysterious mask gradually revealed its true face.

Seeing the real appearance of the mask, Gao Qiang was stunned.

At this time, the mask has completely lost its previous appearance, and has become as thin as a cicada's wings, crystal clear and jade-like.

The whole is green and translucent, as if carved from a whole piece of light green jadeite, but the surface has a faint metallic luster.

Like jade and gold, people can't tell its real material.

Gao Qiang has overturned the previous conclusion, this thing is definitely not made of bronze, it should be some kind of alloy or something.

The means of cultivating immortals cannot be judged by common sense. As for what it is, he is not sure now.

No way, who made the "Yin-Yang Hehe Jing" not have the method of refining weapons.

He sighed helplessly, then opened his eyes wide.

Because he suddenly discovered that this damn mask was still sucking his true energy!
"It's not over, is it?"

Gao Qiang shook it vigorously, and the mask seemed to stick to his hand, stronger than 502 glue.

He quickly took out the Qi and Blood Pill, bit the cork with his teeth, and poured all the ten Qi and Blood Pills in the bottle into his mouth.

The strong medicinal power turned into billowing true qi, flowing in the limbs and bones.

The zhenqi in Gao Qiang's body immediately became full, and he also quietly breathed a sigh of relief, gritting his teeth and continuing to fight against the mask.

"I don't believe it, you can still let a dead thing hold me!"

However, it didn't take long for the true energy in his body to bottom out again.

"It's all money!"

Gao Qiang took out another bottle of Qi and Blood Pill while feeling pain, and poured it directly into his mouth.

Twenty Qi and Blood Pills, if all of them were sold to Wang Yuan, they could be exchanged for [-] million!

Gao Qiang's flesh hurts unceasingly, this is his last ten blood pills.

He refined less than forty Qi and Blood Pills in the Wu family's villa, plus the ones he had prepared for himself before, there were more than 70 in total.

I sold 37 pieces to Wang Yuan, and gave Lin Xiaotong [-] pieces. Counting what he ate as snacks, there were only [-] pieces left in my hand.

I ate them all right now, but the mask was like a bottomless pit, and there was no intention of stopping at all.

Gao Qiang finally panicked now.

He doesn't know if he can die if his true energy is exhausted, but he knows that his realm may drop a level or two.

This is where it really hurts him.

The current realm is all his hard work, and there is his painstaking effort and energy in it.

After an unknown period of time, waves of dizziness struck Gao Qiang, and he collapsed on the sofa.

At this moment, the suction on the mask finally stopped.

A layer of faint fluorescence suddenly lit up!

A thousand phantoms?

This is the name of the magic weapon?
Wearing it on your face, combined with your spiritual sense, you can change your appearance at will?
A word came into Gao Qiang's mind, not only explaining the name of the mask, but also how to use it.

Gao Qiang was immediately overjoyed.

Can change appearance?

Isn't this a must-have for murder travel and home?

At the same time, he finally understood that the way the mask was activated was to continuously send true energy into it.

The reason why the previous masters failed to activate must be due to lack of true energy.

After all, even a person like Gao Qiang with strong zhenqi and elixir support was almost sucked to death. If he was replaced by a general master-level martial arts master, he might not be able to withstand it.

Feeling the emptiness in his body, Gao Qiang hurriedly sat cross-legged to meditate, performed the Daoyin technique, and began to recover his true energy.

He who was used to being full of zhenqi suddenly lost his zhenqi, which made him feel very insecure.

Because he knows that this body of skill is his capital to venture into the world.

After about two hours, Gao Qiang finally had the confidence to control everything again.

He slowly recuperated and let out a long breath.

After a moment of silence, he stretched out his hand to take the Thousand Imaginary Mask, put it in his hand and looked at it carefully for a while, then got up and came to the mirror, and carefully covered the Thousand Imaginary Mask on his face.

A faint suction suddenly came from the mask.

In the next second, Qianhuan Lingmian was silently attached to his face.

At the same time, the formula to control the Thousand Illusory Spirit Surface naturally emerged in my heart.

With a thought in Gao Qiang's mind, the muscles on his face squirmed along with the mask. It was a strange feeling. Every muscle on his face had his own consciousness and went where it should go.

After a while, a familiar face appeared in the mirror.

Xu Qingsong!
It was the first time to use the Thousand Imaginary Face, so I naturally chose the face I was most familiar with.

Gao Qiang looked at the face in the mirror and felt like he was dreaming.

He pinched his face, pulled his ears and nose, and found that his face was exactly the same as the real one.

Not only can you make a variety of detailed expressions, but the feel and tactile feedback are all the same as the real ones, without any difference.

Is this the power of the magic weapon?
Amazing!

Afterwards, he started to try again, becoming like Wang Haiyang, Boss Liu and others.

If anyone else was in the room, he would have to be scared to death.

I saw him standing alone in front of the mirror, turning into Wang Haiyang for a while, Boss Liu for a while, and Xing Tianyang for a while, having a great time.

After an unknown period of time, Gao Qiang was finally tired from playing and became familiar with the usage of Qianhuan Lingmian, and then slowly adjusted his face shape.

A moment later, an extremely strange face appeared in the mirror.

He took out his phone and took a picture of himself, so that he could remember that this was the face of the Merry Warlock.

He decided to stop wearing a mask starting tomorrow, and show people with his current face.

In this way, even those who doubted his true identity before could turn their attention to other places.

(End of this chapter)