My practice with the fairy

Chapter 11 Are You Specialized For This? (Seek to follow up)
The place where Saintess Night condenses is very large, like a palace built against a mountain.

Jing Yue picked up the one-foot-long gun again, and asked, "Does this gun have a name?"

"Maple fire in the world."

Looking at the fiery color on the texture of the gun body, Jing Yue couldn't help sighing, "Good name."

maple forest.

Jing Yue did not expect that there was such a maple forest outside the palace.

The leaves of the maple forest are like fire, but there is no burning red eye on the gun.

Because there was blood on the gun.

Fair skin, bright blood.

For the Miezi Jue, the gunner's own blood was supposed to be used.

When the blood was flowing on the gun, Jing Yue only felt that the blood in his body was burning.

"Throw the gun!"

In consciousness, Ye Ning's voice sounded coldly, but it also had a burning meaning.

The spear flew out and turned into a stream of light, as if it was really burning.

The gun body pierced through five big trees in an instant, without much movement, and the sawdust flying in the air was very slight, like a wisp of smoke.

Because it was too fast and fierce, the trunk of the tree was pierced all at once, cleanly.

With a bang, the big gun smashed a big hole in the ground, and the body of the gun was still trembling.

"Concentrate!"

"Zhongfu, Tinghui, Erjian, Yongquan."

Ye Ning's voice sounded, and the zhenqi in Jing Yue's body rushed through the acupoints as if instinctively.

In an instant, the tremor of the gun in the distance became clear in his sea of ​​consciousness, as if he and the spear had merged into one.

"put!"

The next moment, the scene in Jing Yue's eyes became blurred, and he seemed to have turned into a streamer, flying towards the location of the spear.

Bang bang bang!
Ye Ning's body buzzed and smashed the maple tree that the spear had passed through before, until his bloody right hand held the spear together, and the tremors of the gun body and body reached the extreme at this time.

Ye Ning didn't speak, but Jing Yue couldn't help but stabbed the spear out!
After this stabbing, the blood on the gun body was trembling with blood mist, and the surrounding air flowed like flowing water, forming a red and white gun mark.

Where the gun marks passed, the maple leaves were rolled up, broken, burned, and turned into ashes.

This process took a very short time, until then, the broken maple tree tilted and fell to the ground.

Because Jing Yue's flying speed was not much slower than when the spear was thrown before.

And the trembling power in the middle of the term has a taste of destroying everything.

"Guns drink blood, people share blood with guns, and heaven and earth are hurt together. Miezi Jue is to consume one's own blood essence and destroy everything."

Listening to Ye Ning's words, Jing Yue held the blood-stained red gun thoughtfully.

This marksmanship of exchanging injuries for destruction does have an indomitable momentum.

At the same time, it can also bring people rare speed and destructive power.

Does this look like Flying Thor?
At this time, Jing Yue only felt the relief in his heart, and couldn't help coughing.

After this move, even with the body of Saintess Ye Ning, he felt weak for a while.

The word "Mie" can be said to be very powerful, but it also has to pay a certain price.

Ye Ning said that with her strength, the Four Realms Little Ability cultivator can kill casually, and this is probably one of her biggest killing moves.

"You don't have my talent. It's best not to use this trick lightly. The backlash of this shot is not easy to bear."

What Jing Yue wants to say is that I have 30% of your talent now, if you can give me another 20%, I can try it when I have to.

At this time, he hesitated and said, "Miss Ye Ning, can I practice again?"

Ye Ning couldn't help complaining: "Still practicing? Don't you know that I have to delay this shot for half an hour?"

"Then we'll come back in half an hour." Jing Yue said seriously.

Ye Ning was shocked and said, "Is it true that my mother's blood doesn't cost money?"

"I can exchange it with the story of "Romance of the West Chamber"."

"What is the story of the wing?"

"The Romance of the West Chamber is no less than a butterfly."

"It's as good as turning into a butterfly? Forget it, you can practice now and talk about it after you finish."

"Don't you want to rest for half an hour?"

"Time waits for no one. For me, it doesn't matter if I take a rest or not."

"Really?"

"Hurry up!"

Ever since, Jing Yue practiced twice with Miss Ye Ning's body.

After three times of Miezi Jue in succession, Ye Ning's face turned pale due to hunger.

Jing Yue hurriedly ate the braised pig's trotters with the body of the saint girl, and at the same time told the story of "The Romance of the West Chamber".

When Jing Yue described some details of the girl's figure and appearance, Saintess Ye Ning couldn't help sighing: "Your words are really immersive and full of imagination. Did you write this specifically?"

"No, no, I'm just paraphrasing." Jing Yue explained.

"I understand, I understand, you all say that in this industry." Ye Ning responded.

"I'm really paraphrasing!"

"Just take it as your retelling."

Jing Yue couldn't argue for a moment.

This is really not his side job!
Three hours later, Jing Yue returned to his body, feeling lost.

On the other side, Saintess Ye Ning was still stunned for a moment, and said furiously, "What's next?"

"Again?"

Therefore, Jing Yue's favorability in consciousness suddenly changed from "never forget" to "severe disgust", and then to "incompatible", and then...
Wait, what the hell is this blood feud?

But fortunately, after this brief "Blood Feud", the favorability has returned to "Never Forget", stable and unchanged.

Jing Yue stood where he was, and couldn't help sighing: "Hey, it's quite tiring to collect some saintess wool."

[Name: Jing Yue

Cultivation level: mid-level Qi Condensation Realm
Talent: Innate Cold Poison Physique (Great Ominous), Innate Aura Physique (30%)

功法：抖枪术·沾（熟练340/1000），抖枪术·崩（熟练53/1000），抖枪术·灭（入门305/500）

Shouyuan: 41 years old (estimated)

System function: professionally assisting the master to practice

System Status: Enabled]
Looking at the information in the sea of ​​knowledge, especially the incomparably domineering Miezi Jue, Jing Yue couldn't help but become more confident.

"Would you like to try the effect of this character-killing formula?"

For a while, Jing Yue was very hesitant again. This Miezi Jue can empty the body of the saint girl, but can his body of the empty son withstand the test?
However, the destructive power of Miezi Jue deeply attracted Jing Yue.

Everyone has genes that yearn for adventure and violence in their bodies, and this part of his genes was activated as early as when Huang Liucheng was surviving.

To live, one must be stronger than others.

This kind of strength includes insidiousness, cruelty, and pure strength.

"Then let's give it a try, with less blood." Jing Yue thought.

In order to minimize the damage to himself, Jing Yue replaced the gun with a thick brush.

After practicing at Ye Ning, he knew very well that the key point of Mie Zi Jue is actually the resonance between himself and blood.

With a snap, the pen in his hand flew out and plunged into the wall
Afterwards, Jing Yue resonated with the blood, and with a thunderous flying move, he grabbed the brush and poked it out!
With a bang, a hole was poked out in the courtyard wall, and bricks flew flying, which startled Jing Yue himself.

Ah, why is such a little blood so fierce?

The next moment, he felt short of breath for a while, and felt extremely hungry, as if he hadn't eaten for several days and nights.

The tip of the pen exploded even more, and the body of the pen was covered with blood.

"Ah, why so much blood?"

It was only at this time that Jing Yue wanted to understand that once this Miezi Jue was activated, it would have an aura of destroying the world.

Under such momentum, how could the initiator carefully control the amount of bleeding.

Fortunately, it should be because he inherited 30% of the saint's talent, so he can barely bear it.

[Forcing, excessive bleeding, life expectancy reduced by fifteen days. ]
Gan! ! !
　The new book is expected to catch up!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)