Abandoned son to become god

Zong Heng frowned slightly, thinking that the previously sealed demon breath had come out, he stepped forward and put two fingers on Shen Qi's pulse, checked the breath in his body, and found that it was not the original demon breath, but belonged to another demon clan magic breath.

The Samsara Realm beside him also had an ugly face, and said, "Could it be that Shen Qi had contact with the demons?"

Zong Heng said: "He doesn't have time like this. Besides, if there are demons in a pavilion, the deity will notice."

The reincarnation realm frowned, but with Zong Heng's cultivation base, the only one who could rival him was the Demon Lord of the Demon Race.

But now that the Demon Lord is in the period of retreat, it should be impossible to appear in the same pavilion at the same time.

Coupled with the fact that the magic breath is looming, it is difficult for Zong Heng to find out the position of the demon clan he belongs to, so he can only temporarily suppress it in Shen Qi's dantian, and add a seal on it, so that it can transform magic power at the same time It can form a protective film to cover the overflowing magic breath.

The only thing is that there is already a seal in Shen Qi's body, adding another seal, I am afraid that Shen Qi will have no hope of practicing in this life.

In order not to cause a heavy burden, he had to find a way to combine the two formations into one.

Looking at Shen Qi's sleeping face with a calm expression, Zong Heng sighed suddenly, put his two fingers together and sent the cold energy in his body along Shen Qi's hot meridians, and after reaching the dantian, he carefully modified the formation .

The complexity of the details makes the samsara scene amazing.

Throughout the Yunluo Continent, there are only a few people who can transform the magic circle in this way.

But this is fatal to the consumption of Yuanli.

But after three breaths of effort, Zong Heng's complexion was already a little pale, which surprised the Samsara Realm, and said repeatedly: "Pavilion Master, forget it!"

Zong Heng pursed his lips tightly and didn't speak. He just sent his Yuanli faster. His posture clearly showed that he was not ready to accept persuasion.

In the reincarnation realm, he beat his legs agitatedly, sat cross-legged, joined his hands in mudra, forcibly settled down to absorb the surrounding energy, and slowly covered Zong Heng's body, forming a thin dark green film for Zong Heng to absorb. However, this is a bottomless pit. I only felt the rapid loss of Dao Yuanli, but didn't see any effect, and faintly discovered that Zong Heng's realm was actually regressing.

This is not a happy fact. As a pavilion master, if he can't frighten the people below, he will definitely face a situation worse than death.

The Samsara Realm looked heavy, clenched his fists, stared at Zong Heng, and decided to interrupt Zong Heng immediately if he found something wrong, even if Shen Qi became a cripple because of it.

For a moment, even the air was tense, and the evening wind came in with a chill, filling the entire side hall.

The faint candlelight is still struggling to set off the life that is about to be extinguished.

The Samsara Realm looked out the window at the gradually darkening sky, got up and approached Shen Qi, pointed his palm at Shen Qi's skull, narrowed his eyes slightly, and listened to the exploding sparks, letting out the coolness hidden in his pupils, unceremoniously Released, just waiting for a suitable opportunity.

Suddenly, Zong Heng stopped, but Junyi's face was extremely pale, and cold sweat was dripping on his forehead.

Samsara Realm hurriedly approached, stretched out his hand, and wanted to check Zong Heng's cultivation, but was hit by a strong force and hit the wall and fell, causing the crackling porcelain to fall to the ground.

He clutched his chest, his viscera seemed to have been knocked out of place, he coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood as soon as he took a breath, and spread it on the ground in front of him.