Demonic: The Unlucky Concubine of the Snake King

Chapter 42

He narrowed his eyes, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Not yet. Follow me to a place."

Lu Jingming followed him into the depths of the hall, he pressed a button, and a secret room appeared before his eyes.

Entering the secret room, there is only one teleportation array on the ground.

Stepping into the teleportation array, the array directly sent them to a shining place.

Lu Jingming's eyes adjusted for a moment, and she looked at the huge space in front of her in amazement. From top to bottom, there were shining spirit stones everywhere, as if a Milky Way flowed past them and continued to extend into the distance.

The abundant aura is almost thick and viscous, making people feel very fresh even if they take a deep breath.

"Here is—" Her eyes lit up, this is a good place.

"You should know that the temple is built on a huge belt of spirit stones. This is the mine of spirit stones. There are also some practitioners here. You can practice here for a few days. I will be here with you."

Lu Jingming thought that he wanted her to hide from the wind for a while, and thought that she could be with him for a few days, and she felt happy for a while.

"This—" She took out her purse and a painting: "This is your portrait I painted, and this purse, which is not well made, I gave it to you. Thank you for helping me these days."

After saying these words, her cheeks were already flushed, if it weren't for the fact that she couldn't see clearly under the light here, she might turn her head away in embarrassment.

Bai Wuyou took the portrait and purse, opened it and looked at the portrait. In the painting, he played the flute that night. In her painting, he is like a fairy, with one flute, one person and one moon, the world is so peaceful, so peaceful .

"It's really good—" He couldn't continue, and the scene of that night flashed before his eyes again, as if he could still see her smiling face under the moon, so beautiful.

The purse was embroidered by her stitch by stitch, right?

Bai Wuyou remembered that she trusted him so much, but he couldn't repay her anything, instead he lied to her.

Guilt and pity for her filled his heart, and his voice became more gentle, "Jing Ming, you are really good, but it's me who didn't help you anything."

If one day she finds out that he is not as good as she thought, will she be disappointed?

Lu Jingming shook her head: "How come, you helped me a lot. Well, I—I'd better practice first."

Can't stare at him anymore, or her little heart will pop out.

And she also guessed that there are very few who are qualified to practice in the spiritual veins, and she cherishes this opportunity even more.

There is no way, in such a world, she must become stronger and not hold others back.

Lu Jingming thought seriously, sat down in this spirit stone vein, closed her eyes and began to practice.

The aura here is extremely abundant, and her spirit body can often absorb more aura than others in a single practice, which is why she cultivates so fast.

Moreover, because there is also a golden core in the sea of ​​consciousness, her spiritual consciousness is far stronger than that of monks of the same level, and her perception range is farther.

Bai Wuyou watched the aura forming a vortex around her, while occasionally looking down at the painting in his hand.

Three days passed by in a flash, and on this evening, Bai Wuyou seemed to have sensed something, with a trace of surprise in his eyes: "We are going to reach the middle stage of Golden Core so soon..."

Sure enough, the aura vortex was completely absorbed by Lu Jingming, and the golden core in her body was enlarged, and her aura and strength immediately multiplied, reaching the middle stage of the golden core.

The reason why it was so slow was because she absorbed much more aura than ordinary people.

(End of this chapter)