The villain of quick wear

Chapter 650

Wen Huayu's words made Song Qingshan fall into an ice cellar, his bones and blood were as cold as snow, and his mind went blank.

The Brush Spirit Treasure was made by him himself, and he knows the efficacy and power of the Brush Spirit Treasure better than anyone else.

For monks below Yuanying, if they are brushed lightly by the Lingbao, the result will inevitably be their souls scattered.

The monks above Nascent Soul were attacked by the Brush Spirit Treasure many times, and they were either seriously injured or lost their souls.

Although Song Qingshan himself was a cultivator in the Transcending Tribulation Stage, he was brushed dozens of times by the simple Wen Huayu with the brush Lingbao, and he was only one step away from being dissipated.

If he can't repair the soul in time, the injury of the soul will become more and more serious. Not only will he have no hope of ascension in this life, he will also lose the chance of reincarnation.

"Even if I die, I still want to get the Yellow Spring Ghost Flower for Hua Yu." Song Qingshan made up his mind, but his face was extremely dignified. He was afraid that even if he died, he would not be able to get the Yellow Spring Ghost Flower.

Wen Huayu didn't see the seriousness on Song Qingshan's face, and said to herself, "Master, you are really the No. ..., no matter what I do, you don't respond at all, but the Brush Lingbao easily wakes you up."

Wen Huayu not only brushed his soul with the brush Lingbao, but also beat him and scolded him, like that?

Song Qingshan took off his clothes and stood there in a daze, the expression on his face seemed to be frozen and remained unchanged for a long time.

Wen Huayu walked over on tiptoe, and gently pushed Song Qingshan, "Master, you can't be angry with me. If it wasn't for your unwillingness to wake up, I wouldn't have made such a move. It's just a little bit of meat. Master, with your profound cultivation and heaven-defying supernatural powers, you will definitely be able to be reborn with severed limbs."

Song Qingshan was still in shock and did not answer Wen Huayu immediately.

Wen Huayu opened his mouth slightly, with pain and sadness in his eyes.

"Master, why don't you speak? You blame me, you blame me, don't you?"

"I don't want to either. It's all your master's fault if you don't wake up."

"There are a lot of ghosts outside who want to eat me, I'm afraid, that's why I use it like that, and I use the Brush Lingbao."

Wen Huayu shirked responsibility, punched and kicked Song Qingshan to the flesh, without mercy.

Song Qingshan's consciousness quickly came back, and he grabbed Wen Huayu's little hand.

Wen Huayu cried and asked, "Master, you blame me, don't you?"

Song Qingshan was silent for a moment, his voice seemed sharp, "Master doesn't blame you, it's all the master's fault, let Huayu and you face the danger alone."

Wen Huayu sniffled, "Well, it's all your fault, Master."

Song Qingshan opened his arms and hugged Wen Huayu tightly into his arms.

The two were sticky for a while, and Song Qingshan sat down cross-legged, adjusting his breath to heal his wounds.

Wen Huayu received Song Qingshan's repeated admonitions, and obediently stood aside without saying a word.

With the help of various healing medicines, Song Qingshan sacrificed nearly a hundred years of life, healed the wounds of the body, and temporarily suppressed the wounds of the soul.

"Huayu, hold me tight, I'm going full speed ahead."

"Master, you can rest assured, even if you die, I will not let go."

They wasted a lot of time in the ghost tree secret realm, Song Qingshan hugged Wen Huayu tightly, urged Chao Wuxia, the artifact left aside, and rushed to the Taniguchi of Huangquan Ghost Flower Valley under the stars and the moon.

After ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships, Song Qingshan and Wen Huayu finally came to the valley entrance of Huangquan Ghost Flower Valley.

"Master, hurry up, let's go into the valley to pick Huangquan ghost flowers."

Wen Huayu was fed up with the severe pain, and impatiently urged Song Qingshan to enter Huangquan Ghost Flower Valley.

Do it yourself, have enough food and clothing, Wen Huayu pulled Song Qingshan hard, but Song Qingshan's feet seemed to be rooted in place, motionless.

"Master, hurry up, hurry up! I don't want to suffer from the soul anymore."

Wen Huayu was so anxious that she was about to cry, her big eyes were watery.

(End of this chapter)