Chapter 336 Awakening
“You?”
Ning Wushu was startled.
Zhao Hao was also stunned: "You kid, you can't even move your fingers, how can you break this witchcraft?"
Li Jingzhe was even more sarcastic: "Why, you are here After two years on Langhuan Mountain, you feel that your knowledge exceeds that of your own? If this witchcraft is not analyzed in detail, it will only wipe out Mannar's soul!"
"When this important Beiyi hostage dies, how can you shoulder the responsibility?"
Fu Qingzhou blinked and just looked at Ning Wushu without speaking.
Since General Ning and Nvxia Ning are the ones talking about the matter, other people’s opinions and attitudes naturally don’t matter.
Ning Wushu naturally could not believe him immediately, but frowned slightly: "Young Master Fu, this matter is not a trivial matter. I know you have a conspiracy, but this is an extremely advanced witchcraft. Once Failure and heavy responsibility may even affect the war between Dayan and Beiyi!"
Fu Qingzhou nodded lightly: "Of course I know this."
He turned his gaze to Mannar and said slowly: "Don't worry, I'm just giving it a try, and I won't act recklessly - it's not the first day you've known me, so why don't you give me this little trust?"
Before Ning Wushu could speak, Li Jingzhe snorted: "When you went on a killing spree in Sangmen Village, you didn't care whether others trusted you or not."
Fu Qingzhou sneered: " Really? No matter how sane I was at that time, I didn't kill half of my own people. It was the Beiyi people who started the killing spree. Mr. Li, please don't blame others casually."
"You also admit that you are sane. Not sure?" Li Jingzhe said lightly: "Then how do I know that you are sane now?"
Zhao Hao couldn't stand it anymore, and said with a smile but not a smile. This is a bit unreasonable. If he is mentally ill, you can still talk to him here. Could it be that you are also ill?"
Li Jingzhe glared over, and Zhao Hao felt a faint pain on his face, but he did not give in, still wearing that dandy smile.
The two Mingjiange Secret Envoys on the side wish they could turn themselves invisible...
What the hell is this? The dignified Mingjiange Secret Sword Tower commanders are all in the capital. Everyone is afraid of this existence. When he came to Luoyi, he was criticized like this...
The two emissaries looked at each other with an indescribable complex look in their eyes. He saw this. Things will either become Li Jingzhe's confidants after they go back, or they will have to be hidden in the snow and remain idle forever...
Ning Wushu sighed.
"Okay."
She said helplessly: "Don't argue... Fu Shaoxia, I can allow you to try to break the witchcraft, but we all have to be there when you do it."
Fu Qingzhou's eyes were calm and thoughtful.
"How about it, old man?"
He asked in his mind: "Can you do it? Don't let them see your existence?"
"If you can raise your hand, I can do it." Smoker said lazily: "But I just took a look at your physical condition - tsk tsk, it's incredible. What have you experienced? How did you break through the Sixth Realm? Just break through, and paralyze yourself?"
Fu Qingzhou was too lazy to answer its questions, but looked down at his hands.
This hand is conscious, but the muscles have withered and shrunk to the extreme.
Under the skin are bulging blood vessels, veins, and joints. Not even a layer of flesh can be seen, and it is as withered as a dead person.
"Raise your hand? Compared to cracking the witchcraft, this has become the biggest difficulty at the moment? But...it's not like there is no solution at all."
Fu Qingzhou laughed in his heart.
“Okay, let’s try it. Anyway, I can’t lift it now, but I can lift it in a few days... It’s already here, so let’s try it.”
So he looked at Ning Wushu and responded: "Okay, you guys watch, I'll try it."
"I wish you success." Ning Wushu smiled.
Then, there was silence...
"That."
Fu Qingzhou smiled bitterly and said: "Is there anyone who can help me push the wheelchair? I can't get through it by myself."
......
After being exposed After the Jiange secret envoy pushed the wheelchair to Mannar, Fu Qingzhou immediately smelled a strong rancid smell. That's the smell of Mannar... Although he didn't suffer much after being captured, the jailers here naturally wouldn't take care of him, as long as he was alive.
There is no need to explain where this smell comes from.
Fu Qingzhou resisted the pungent stench and began to transfer the true energy in his body to his right hand.
Although the muscles in his hands are still withered, he may not be able to lift them if the true energy is forced through them.
In order to get the answer to your identity earlier, you can try this... but if it will hurt yourself, it is naturally not necessary.
As I said before, it never hurts to give it a try.
As the true energy, which was like thousands of dragons, poured into his right arm, Fu Qingzhou began to feel waves of needle-like pain in his right arm - the pain caused by the forcible activation of muscles and bones.
But pain means strong sensation.
Being aware means controlling the body.
Amidst the stinging pain, his right hand began to tremble and rise little by little.
“Yes, that’s it.”
The smoker commanded in his mind: "Just put a little bit on him wherever you want, and leave the rest to me."
Fu Qingzhou gritted his teeth, controlled his arms, and reached towards Mannar.
The simplest and most simple movements in the past have now become extremely difficult. During the whole process, his arm almost fell many times, but he still managed to lift it up a little bit.
"Hey, old man."
He answered in his mind with difficulty: "This thing is a witchcraft that is extremely difficult to deal with in the eyes of others. I can handle it in just one step. I know how. Isn’t it too fake?”
"What's fake?" Yan Gui's tone was full of indifference: "This thing just looks strong... It's like a lock, whether it's a wooden lock, a copper lock, a gold lock, or a lock made of meteorite iron god iron black iron , if you want to force open them, the difficulty will vary; but if you have the key, does the material of the lock mean anything to you? "
Fu Qingzhou suddenly understood.
He smiled: "Then you have to give me a brief explanation later, otherwise I won't be able to turn a blind eye when they ask."
The Smoker was very generous: " Little things, little things."
As he spoke, Fu Qingzhou's hand finally reached up softly and brushed Mannar's chest.
At this moment, a black energy invisible to the naked eye flowed along his fingertips into the glowing blue totem tattoo, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Among the people watching not far away, only Li Jingzhe had the highest cultivation level and the strongest eyesight. He immediately looked at him: "What did he just do?!"
Answer to him , it was Mannar who screamed!
The tattoos on his body began to fade away quickly after being exposed to the black air. Where the tattoos faded, there were only a large charred black mark like a burn under his skin, and even green smoke came out. It smells like raw meat.
At the same time, Mannar's originally empty, silly, dull eyes suddenly regained their clarity!
In just an instant, his screams turned into roars, his strong inner breath surged, and the ropes binding him broke apart in an instant!
He raised his hands, but instead of facing Fu Qingzhou who was paralyzed in a wheelchair, he struck suddenly at his own temples!
He... is going to commit suicide.
But Fu Qingzhou just chuckled and did not make any reaction.
He knew that Mannar's behavior was meaningless.
"Hmph..."
As expected, a cold snort came from behind.
Li Jingzhe did not move, just snorted calmly.
The next moment, countless violent swords roared in. They passed by Fu Qingzhou's side with incomparable precision, blowing his clothes and lifting his hair, and then hit Mannar hard. On the body.
Blood blossomed, and in the blink of an eye, wounds with bone-deep wounds appeared on Mannar's body. These wounds accurately tore off his hand tendons, hamstrings, and Dantian... and were also sealed at the same time. It penetrated many acupuncture points on his body, making him unable to move, even if he bit his tongue and committed suicide.
In just a moment, the little prince of Beiyi's cultivation was destroyed, his hands and feet were paralyzed, and he fell to the ground with a groan.
(End of this chapter)