Chapter 2212 Injured by Magic Energy

Chapter 633 Injured by Demon Qi

In this way, he is really a clever plan?

Mo Shanghua didn't have time to think about it in the future, and immediately turned around neatly, followed by Ning Fuzhi.

She was so anxious that she didn't want to delay at all, but there was only one horse, so she simply gave the horse to Ning Fuzhi, and mobilized all the internal energy of her body, and directly sent the concubine of Qinggong to drive back.

Soon after arriving in the palace, Mo Shanghua pushed open the door and pulled Ning Wenzhi over, ignoring the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, panting and asked: "I just want to ask, can you do it too?" See?"

While speaking, he pointed directly at Yan Beicheng's chest with one hand.

Hua Qianliu on the side hadn't recovered from Moshanghua's speed, and she was even more confused when she heard such an inexplicable sentence, "What can I see?"

However, no one answered his words.

Ning Fuzhi didn't even look at the direction Moshanghua was pointing at, so he nodded slightly, "I can see it."

Suspicion flashed in Mo Shanghua's eyes, and he stepped forward and pulled Yan Beicheng's skirt a little. As soon as his fingertips touched the black air, it was as if his hand had been scalded by something, and his fingertips were tingling and burning. Feeling, raised his hand to see, but there is no trace of scar.

Ning Fuzhi frowned slightly, and whispered, "You must not touch this thing."

"Why? What the hell is this? I just feel the tingling pain just like this, so what should he do? Will it be life-threatening?" Mo Shanghua withdrew her hand in her heart, Xiumei tightly wrinkled, her eyes widened. The worries in her heart became more and more intense, and a series of questions could not dispel the confusion and anxiety in her heart.

Hua Qianliu and Nanhe on the side were even more confused.

What Mo Shanghua meant was that there seemed to be something on Yan Beicheng's chest, but from their eyes, it was clear that there was nothing there. What were they talking about?

Seeing that Hua Qianliu was still about to speak, Nan He raised his hand and twisted his waist, then glared at him again, "Let's go out first and wait outside the door."

The room was so quiet, Hua Qianliu had no choice but to endure the pain, and went out with Nan He with a cry of grievance.

Liu Zheng was also waiting quietly outside, seeing the two people smiled politely, and then sat aside.

At that time, Ning Fuzhi put his hand on Yan Beicheng's chest and explained, "King Ling was interested in some magic techniques of the Wuxian clan before, so he ordered people to monitor me all the time. So I randomly gave him a book on the art of cultivating immortals."

While talking, his palm covering Yan Beicheng's chest actually emitted a faint white light.

"I just bought the technique of cultivating immortals at the market casually. I didn't expect him to believe it. He didn't know how to do it, and he developed a bit of magic." Following his words, the light in his palm shone brightly. In an instant, the black energy was forced to disperse in all directions, as if it had vitality, and wanted to disperse and flee.

However, the white light in Ning Zhizhi's hand seemed to have some attraction, and it quickly spread to envelop the black air, leaving no place for the black air to escape.

Mo Shanghua has always known that this world may not be as simple as she imagined, but she never thought that such spells really existed.

Not only that, but what is even more shocking is that Yan Beicheng was actually injured by demon energy.

Thinking of this, Mo Shanghua's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a big hand, "This devilish energy should be some evil thing, if so, what kind of harm will it do to his body?"