Fantasy World Card Longevity

Chapter 213 Happy Ending
A powerful force was brewing in Lang Ming's body.

Zhong Ci's powerful spiritual sense quickly and keenly grasped this point.

And as he had recovered the five bloodline laws of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth from five disciples, he also quickly recognized this power.

The blood of the wind.

Or the law of the blood of the wind that is about to be completed.

After confirming this.

Zhong Ci's heart became joyful, but his face didn't change at all, his eyes were still so painful, his face was still so sad, and he showed a husband who had just lost his wife.

He looked at Lang Ming's face that had been distorted by hatred, quietly mobilized his mana, condensed a spell in his palm, then raised his hand to pat Lang Ming, and comforted him:
"I know you are sad, and so am I. Sister Mei is my wife, and I love her very much, but as her relatives, we cannot always be immersed in hatred.

I have killed all those Rakshas who killed Sister Mei, and I have avenged them all by crushing them to ashes.

You have to be strong and come out of the pain. Sister Mei wants to have a soul in the sky, and she doesn't want us to be sad all the time. "

Lang Ming slapped away Zhong Ci's extended hand and cursed loudly at him: "Of course you're not sad, it's all because of you that Sister Mei died. If you didn't go to Jiugong Ridge, all this would have happened." It won’t happen, and it’s all because of you.”

His hand was slapped back, Zhong Ci's face remained unchanged, and he showed no sign of anger.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a white light disappearing in his hand, and at the same time, a little light flickered on Lang Ming's shoulder.

However, for this little change.

Lang Ming, who was dazzled by anger, didn't notice at all that he was still angry and vented his anger to Zhong Ci.

Zhong Ci did not refute at all.

It's like a father who silently endures his child's accusations because of guilt.

Of course he wasn't angry.

Because there is no need to be angry with a dead person.

He is waiting for a while.

Wait for the law of wind in Lang Ming's body to fully mature.

And that time is coming soon.

After all, Lang Ming was cultivated by him, and he has a profound background. At this time, stimulated by the pain of losing his mother, the strength in his body exploded completely.

With the power of emotions, the law of wind broke through the shackles in one fell swoop and entered the realm of law.

A powerful force was brewing in Lang Ming's body without him noticing it, and it took shape very quickly.

At the moment when the law of wind took shape.

Lang Ming, who was roaring angrily, was also slightly awakened by this force, with a look of surprise on his face.

I don't know why I suddenly have such power.

But this surprise did not last long.

As a white light flashed on his shoulder, the white light turned into a rune. The rune lit up and poured into his body in an instant.

And at this very same moment.

Zhong Ci, who had lowered his head to bear his anger before his eyes, also stretched out his hand fiercely, and pressed it into his dantian.

A powerful binding force struck from the inside out.

Lang Ming only felt that his whole body, whether it was body or soul, or the power of law that had just formed in his body, was restrained and suppressed by a force so powerful that it was frightening.

Under the suppression of this force.

He couldn't move his body, and even his soul had been frozen. The only thing that could function was his invisible consciousness.

"Hey hey hey!"

Zhong Ci laughed lowly for a while, stretched out his hand to hold Lang Ming's body, and a powerful force poured into the opponent's body from his palm.

He finally waited for this moment.

Waited until the moment when Lang Ming's body's wind method matured.

So when the goal has been achieved.

He made a decisive move.

As expected, Lang Ming found nothing.

One hit must be hit.

He didn't say much, just restrained Lang Ming in this way, then cast a spell, and began to draw the blood in Lang Ming's body that contained the law of wind.

A large amount of blood essence and blood in Lang Ming's body was extracted by Zhong Ci, and then it was continuously refined and concentrated.

The ubiquitous pain in the body and soul came, and Lang Ming's consciousness was howling and trembling, but he was suppressed by a powerful force, and he couldn't even twitch.

Intense confusion and hatred surged in his heart.

at last.

As the last trace of wind blood was drawn out, a drop of dark blue blood appeared in Zhong Ci's hand.

Got what I wanted.

He also let go, and threw Lang Ming directly to the ground.

Lang Ming, who lost his strength, slumped on the ground.

At this time, he was already described as haggard, his originally strong body shriveled, his beard and hair became gray, and his breath became weak.

But even so.

His eyes were still wide open, revealing unsure of self-confidence, incomprehension, and hatred that could not pass away.

With a hoarse and dry throat, Lang Ming made an unpleasant voice and asked, "Why?"

Putting away the blood exuding Dao Yun in his palm, Zhong Ci heard the wailing of the bereaved dog below, and his goal was achieved. He was in a very happy mood, with some kind of show-off intention, so he couldn't help explaining with a smile: "Why, of course it's for your blood!"

A trace of confusion flashed in Lang Ming's eyes: "Blood?"

"Naturally, it's your bloodline, or your Xialan bloodline, your wind curse, your wind law." Zhong Ci said as a matter of course, and then saw that Lang Ming still couldn't understand, and remembered that he and he had more or less a dozen The relationship between father and son for many years, thinking about letting him be a fool, explained it in more detail.

"Actually, I don't want to.

I adopted you as my son, taught you to read, taught you how to develop the power of Xia Lan, let you take the imperial examination, made you successful, and treated you better than others treat their own sons.

All this is actually just for your bloodline.

I want your wind spell, or the law of the wind.

But ah!
Lang Ming, you have disappointed me so much.

If I give you the treasures of heaven and earth since childhood, then your aptitude will be better and your background will be deeper.Teach you the secret technique of developing Xia Lan's blood, send Luo Sha for you to practice, and provide you with everything I can provide.

but why?
Why these three years have passed, and you are still stuck in the bottleneck of the golden core stage and cannot overcome it, unable to comprehend the power of the law?
What my five disciples can do, why can't your son be able to do it.

Obviously I give you more than I give them.

So I thought about it.

Is it because you worry too much and you are not stimulated enough, so I have an idea. "

Zhong Ci spoke slowly, and Lang Ming's eyes widened, until the eyeballs were about to fall out of their sockets, and his thoughts were slowly guessed in his mind.

Under the fire-spitting gaze of the cheap son in front of him, Zhong Ci smiled and nodded to confirm: "You guessed it right, the idea is to let Luo Sha kill Sister Mei, and then stimulate you to make a breakthrough.

See it.

The idea was great and the plan was successful.

Isn't this your breakthrough? "

Lang Ming gritted his teeth and said, "You devil."

Zhong Ci shook his head: "You are blaming me, no, no, how can you blame me?
You should blame yourself.

If it weren't for your uselessness and your inability to comprehend the power of the law by yourself, Sister Mei would not have died, all because of you. "

Let's finish explaining this.

Zhong Ci didn't want to say any more.

As soon as he waved his hand, a flame appeared in the room.

The fire burned, burning Lang Ming on the ground and the housekeeper who was hiding aside with a frightened expression directly to ashes.

After finishing all this, Zhong Ci turned and left the room.

He came to the door.

Looking at the woman who was fixed at the door and couldn't move, she smiled and said, "It's not my fault, you're right, Sister Mei."

The woman in front of him was exactly the dead Sister Mei whom he had just mentioned.

Zhong Ci was just lying to Lang Ming just now.

He is not a pervert, his feelings for Lang Ming are true, and his feelings for Sister Mei are also true.

So there is no need, how could he kill his lovely wife?
Lang Ming couldn't help it.

Who made him want to understand the Fa in his body, he wanted to live forever, he wanted to practice Taoism, he wanted to go further, he wanted to bully others and not be bullied by others.

He wants a lot.

And these things far surpassed Lang Ming to him.

So in the end, he could only choose between the two, and Zhong Ci chose the former.

Life is so helpless.

If you want to get something, you have to give it up. You can never have it both ways.

Even with Zhong Ci's current strength, this point cannot be changed.

Sister Mei's body trembled violently, tears poured from her eyes, and pain and hatred surfaced in her heart.

Looking at his wife in pain.

Zhong Ci took a step forward and hugged him.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

He made up his mind that when he left this world, he would give Sister Mei a healthy body, and at the same time make arrangements for her to live a healthy and happy life, and live a peaceful old age.

What a happy ending.

　It feels like the more I write, the more perverted it gets.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)