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Chapter 325 Five Thunder Curse
"What a coincidence, I have just cultivated the Changqing Jue to the tenth level." He said lightly.

"..."

Lei Ming Sanren's mind went blank. There really are such coincidences in the world. A third-rank formation master happens to have cultivated the Changqing Jue to the tenth level!
"God help me, God help me..."

Lei Ming San Ren was very excited: "I, Lei Ming San Ren, have been a great hero in my lifetime. It seems that God does not want me to die here... Then I'll leave it to you, my friend. I hope you can cast a spell to quickly melt the black ice!"

"Okay, don't worry, senior!"

Ning Daoran sat on the ground and performed the Evergreen Technique.

Suddenly, his body was like an ancient vine that had been entrenched for thousands of years. Strands of Evergreen Magic power extended out from his body and transformed into tender green vines that wrapped around the black ice from all directions!
"It is indeed the Evergreen Technique..."

Lei Ming Sanren looked excited. He opened his mouth and tried desperately to absorb the little wood-attributed spiritual energy that had seeped into the ice layer.

He had been imprisoned here for more than three hundred years and was almost exhausted. Now, the endless power of the Changqing Jue was like a life-saving elixir to Lei Ming Sanren!
Of course, the power of the Evergreen Art is only ten levels on the surface, but in fact it is obscured by the magic of the Acala Vidyaraja. What has really penetrated into the ice layer are all twenty-one levels of the Evergreen Art power!

The Eternal Youth Art itself was extremely mysterious, and Ning Daoran concealed it very well, so even an early Nascent Soul cultivator like Lei Ming Sanren could not see through it!

Of course, what Lei Ming San Ren failed to detect was that the Chang Qing Jue magic power released by Ning Daoran contained a large amount of wood poison. Just like when he plotted against the Shadow Wolf King back then, Ning Daoran used the same old trick again!

It’s not that he has a vicious heart, but one should not have the intention to harm others, but one must be on guard against others.

If this senior Lei Ming San Ren really rewards him handsomely after being rescued as he said, then there will be no problem. Ning Daoran will also disperse the wood poison and help him to establish a good relationship with this Yuan Ying senior. But what if he has been imprisoned for three hundred years, his mind has long been shattered and twisted, and he will want to fight and kill when he comes out?
You must keep some things for yourself.

Five days later.

After Ning Daoran's tireless efforts to dissolve it, the volume of the black ice was reduced by more than 60%. Suddenly, the appearance of Lei Ming Sanren in the black ice became clearer. He was indeed a little old man who looked like he had a bad temper.

"Senior, I need to take a short rest."

Ning Daoran swallowed a third-level pill to restore his magic power and began to sit cross-legged in meditation.

"As it should be."

Lei Ming San Ren nodded repeatedly: "Thank you for your hard work, my friend!"

In the blink of an eye, another five days passed.

Only a little bit of black ice was left, like a standing ice crystal coffin, imprisoning Lei Ming San Ren inside.

At this time, Ning Daoran showed signs of exhaustion again and swallowed a pill: "Senior, I need to rest for a while."

"My friend... it's just a little bit away, why don't you..."

Lei Ming Sanren was extremely eager to regain his freedom, but after seeing Ning Daoran's expression that did not allow for any discussion, he revealed an awkward smile: "It should be so, it should be so, it's just that I was too impatient..."

But in his heart, he had already cursed Ning Daoran over and over again.

What a cunning brat! He meditated again to restore his magic power at the last moment. It was obvious that he was guarding against me!
"It's okay, young man, just take a rest. I can wait!"

Lei Ming Sanren said a dry word of comfort. At this moment, he was not in a hurry at all. When Ning Daoran was using the Changqing Jue to dissolve the black ice, Lei Ming Sanren was frantically absorbing the scattered Changqing Jue magic power. At this moment, every meridian and acupoint in his body was filled with vortices of emerald green spiritual energy. Those were all wood-attributed spiritual energy that he took advantage of the situation, and they were frantically healing and restoring his body and magic power.

However, as Lei Ming Sanren was in the Nascent Soul stage, he naturally would not take this kind of mid-stage Jindan cultivator seriously. With the spiritual pressure of a Nascent Soul and a Five Thunder Divine Curse, he would ensure that not even a trace of this guy would be left.

……

Not long after, Ning Daoran's magical power was full and he began to melt the black ice again.

But at this time, he not only released the power of Changqing Jue, but also activated the fragmentary Nine Yang Furnace Divine Jue of the Return to Nature level. Suddenly, the temperature around him rose a lot, and wisps of fire-attributed spiritual energy filled the narrow space.

"I didn't expect that you actually practiced the Nine Suns Furnace Divine Technique..."

Lei Ming San Ren narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "I wonder if you are a cultivator from the Lie Yang Dao Palace, and what is your relationship with the Palace Master of the Lie Yang Dao Palace, Feng Yinglong?"

Ning Daoran said alertly: "I am just a guardian of the inner gate of the Taoist Palace, and I have not met the Palace Master yet."

"I see."

Lei Ming Sanren smiled and said, "In the past, Feng Yinglong and I once traveled the world together. At that time, we were both monks, and we killed demons together. He called me Brother Lei and I called him Brother Long. Those days are really memorable."

Ning Daoran smiled and said nothing.

"I shouldn't have disturbed you while you were casting a spell..."

Lei Ming San Ren coughed and fell silent again.

About an hour later.

"Zizi~~~" As the last layer of black ice thawed, blazing lightning began to appear on Lei Ming San Ren's body. With a "bang", he broke through the ice, looking around with a pair of unruly eyes, and said with a smile: "Thank you, my friend. If it weren't for your spellcasting day and night, I would never be able to regain my freedom!"

He gently waved his arm, and suddenly wisps of golden lightning flashed on his arm. This Five Thunder Divine Spell at the transformation level was truly invincible, making him feel like he was back to the top!
The Five Thunder Mantra is a rare and precious art of the heavenly rank. Who among the geniuses in the world can cultivate it to perfection? Since ancient times, there have been only a handful of people who have been able to cultivate the Five Thunder Mantra to perfection, and those who have been able to cultivate it to the highest level are even rarer.

The word "genius" is worthy of him, Lei Ming San Ren!
For a moment, the light in Lei Ming San Ren's eyes became brighter and brighter. He looked straight at Ning Dao Ran and said with a smile: "Thank you for saving me from the cage. As for the promise made before, please rest assured..."

He suddenly laughed out loud and said, "Of course that doesn't count at all!! Hahahahaha~~~
At that time, I was in a cage, and you, a rat, dared to take the treasure while I was in danger. Of course, I must repay the favor of saving my life, so I will leave you with an intact body!"

"Shh-"

Ning Daoran had already activated a third-grade, top-grade speed talisman in his hand.

As he floated back, his magic power suddenly filled the surrounding space, and the magic power of the Nine Yang Furnace that was recklessly absorbed by Lei Ming Sanren's skin instantly ignited the wood poison hidden in his body!
"Hong~~~"

In an instant, patches of fiery red appeared under Lei Ming San Ren's skin. The wood poison was ignited, madly burning the blood and Nascent Soul magic power in his body. In just a breath, Lei Ming San Ren turned into a man of fire.

"You little bastard!"

Lei Ming San Ren was furious: "You...what did you do to my body? Why...why is there such a poison in this wood attribute spiritual power...you..."

Ning Daoran dodged two attacks from Lei Ming San Ren in succession and said calmly, "When I saved you, I had already planted wood poison in your body. If you had kept your promise, I would have naturally helped you to eliminate the poison. But now that you have suddenly turned hostile, I can only use this last trick. You are the one seeking death yourself, and it has nothing to do with me."

"Little friend!!!"

Flames shot out from Lei Ming San Ren's ears and nose. He stretched out his hands and begged, "Please show mercy, little friend. I know I was wrong. Please disperse the wood poison... I am willing to dedicate everything to you..."

"Confused."

Ning Daoran raised his lips slightly: "Even if you die, won't everything you have still be mine?"

"you……"

Lei Ming San Ren was furious, and his internal organs began to burn.

When he raised his left hand and wanted to smash the storage ring on his left finger with one palm, Ning Daoran finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Senior... No!"

The Qinglong Spear swept across, easily cutting off Lei Ming Sanren's left hand, which was as burnt as firewood. Ning Daoran raised his hand and grabbed it, quickly shattering the finger bones and taking the storage ring.

In addition, the storage bags around Lei Ming San Ren's waist were also swept away one by one by the magic power.

“Little bastard, don’t think… don’t think you can get everything. At least… the Five Thunder Divine Curse is not something that people like you can covet… ahhhhh~~~”

Lei Ming Sanren roared and wailed at the same time.

Poor Yuanying monk, he was burning fiercely from inside to outside, his body hunched over and fell to the ground, and in less than a few breaths, only ashes were left.

"Shh!"

A wisp of Nascent Soul was about to leave, but Ning Daoran was prepared. A green ghost shadow appeared as an illusion covering the sky and the earth, and it opened its mouth in an instant and swallowed the fragile Nascent Soul in one gulp!
Originally, the Nascent Soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator could teleport away after the physical body was destroyed. Unfortunately, Lei Ming Sanren had been imprisoned for many years, and his Nascent Soul was extremely weak and could no longer use the means of teleportation.

Ning Daoran sighed. After all, he was a great cultivator of the same generation as the Palace Master of Lieyang Taoist Palace. It was really shameful for him to be killed by such a cunning means!

He quickly searched Lei Ming Sanren's soul and found out that Lei Ming Sanren was a Nascent Soul cultivator who had been famous for many years. His memory was actually a huge treasure!
……

So, the soul was searched for three days and three nights, and all the useful memories and information were left behind.

Afterwards, he wiped off the mark on his storage ring and found that there were indeed quite a few treasures. The one that excited Ning Daoran the most was naturally a golden sword. There were wisps of golden lightning light around the blade. It was Lei Ming Sanren’s natal treasure, the Thunder Sword, a fourth-level lower-grade spiritual treasure!

The so-called spiritual treasure has spiritual power far superior to ordinary magic treasures. Sometimes it does not even need the control of the owner, the spiritual power in it can control the magic treasure to attack!
This kind of treasure is naturally the best choice for Nascent Soul cultivators to nurture in their Nascent Soul!
If there is no spiritual treasure, there is no other way but to nurture the magic weapon, which is also quite powerful.

However, a murderous and domineering spiritual treasure like the Thunder Sword consumes too much mana each time it is used. Even Ning Daoran with the Changqing Jue may not be able to withstand it. He will put it away for the future, and use the Thunder Sword as one of his main means of attack after he condenses his Infant.

As for the Five Thunder Divine Curse...

Lei Ming San Ren did not carry the jade slip or animal bones containing the Five Thunder Divine Mantra. He was entering the secret realm for an adventure and there was no need for him to carry such items. This was also the reason why Lei Ming San Ren shouted at Ning Daoran that he could not get the Five Thunder Divine Mantra before he died.

It’s a pity that he underestimated Ning Daoran’s background.

The soul-searching technique directly searched out the complete chapter of the Five Thunder Divine Curse, which was densely recorded in countless tiny characters on a piece of animal bone. When the last word was completed, a ripple passed by and it had already been swept into the cultivation system.

The Five Thunder Divine Spell is of mid-grade heavenly grade and can be said to be a rare treasure!
……

Ning Daoran sat cross-legged, slowly closed his eyes, and poured a lot of time and energy into practicing the technique.

After a moment, he slowly stood up, his whole body surrounded by golden light. When he opened his eyes, golden thunder jumped, which was very scary!
(End of this chapter)