My filial piety has gone bad

After pondering for a moment, Ling Zhouyue was full of self-blame and turned into a sigh.

Anyway, bury it first.

She waved her hand and dug a hole under the peach blossom tree, took out her natal sword and buried it with Xiao Ran.

Then he threw Xiao Ran's head and feet into the pit, ready to bury it.

"do not--"

Xiao Ran's stiff lips moved, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood in the pit.

Are you still alive?

No, it must be the illusion that I blame myself and feel too sad.

Ling Zhouyue continued to bury the soil, and in a blink of an eye, Xiao Ran was buried tightly.

I even stepped on a few feet to trample the soil.

Chuyan felt that something was wrong, so she also rushed out of the disciple's room to take a look.

"What about Xiao Ran?"

Ling Zhouyue said calmly:

"died."

Chu Yan was a little nervous at first, but soon found that Xiao Ran was not completely dead underground, so she cut bamboo seriously, made a tombstone for Xiao Ran, carved a blood book on her hand, and wrote on the tombstone in Ling Zhouyue's tone——

The tomb of his disciple Xiao Ran.

It wasn't until Xiao Ran shook, started the ground cry, the trembling peach leaves fluttered violently, and the pool water created huge waves, the two of them looked at each other and dug Xiao Ran out.

That pair of black, icy salty pig's hands that were stained with mud grabbed the master's naked shoulders, showing a clear contrast of black and white colors.

There is a sense of astonishment in Guangzhou.

Xiao Ran's lips moved, tremblingly said:

"I think I can still save it."

at the same time.

Xiao Ran was furious.

Golden dragon veins ejected golden particles from the inside of the black hole, falling down and blending into the surface of the black hole, like brushed milk froth on the surface of cappuccino coffee.

The scattered nebulae in the boundless air sea were also swallowed and gathered by the black golden black hole.

As a result, li xuan's spiritual energy was completely lost, but his spiritual pressure was much higher than that of ordinary distracted monks.

At present, it is the power of the netherworld that controls the power of the dragon veins.

But here is Xiao Ran's sea of ​​energy, a single resonance can turn the world upside down, triggering an earth-shattering.

The power of the nether world controlled the power of the dragon veins, and Xiao Ran's power of resonance controlled the power of the netherworld.

The question is whether it is costly to control, and whether it can be perfectly controlled.

"Master, don't trust him. This is a typical corpse fraud. The one who is talking to us now is probably Da Ming."

Chu Yan said without a doubt.

Ling Zhouyue frowned slightly, feeling that Chuyan's words made sense.

"Let's burn it with fire."

Whether it is really becoming a ghost, or pretending to be possessed by the ghost to scare people, it is always right to use fire.

Ling Zhouyue was about to light the fire, but Bingbing led Daoist Yinyue over.

Master Yinyue saw it, and quickly hugged Xiao Ran in his arms, and dusted off the dirt on his body.

This situation is not a symptom of eating too much Juling Pill, but a symptom of a complete attack of the poison.

But the black hole cyclone in Xiao Ran's sea of ​​qi would absorb all the detection consciousness, so the real Yinyue couldn't find the ghost core in Xiao Ran's body at all.

The only certainty is that Xiao Ran is still alive.

"Didn't you say that you ate too much Juling Pill? This is the beast pill that you ate that Nether Bird, right?"

Ling Zhouyue blamed herself extremely in her heart, her picturesque face remained unchanged and she said:

"should be."

It should be your head!

The master is no longer in love, but the uncle still loves me.

Like a thick black stick, Xiao Ran buried his head in the uncle's chest, feeling the softness and intoxicating medicinal fragrance mixed with body fragrance, his lips moved with all his might.

"It's the Great Underworld Core, Master fed me the Great Underworld Core!"

Master Yinyue Liu Mei was startled, thinking that he had heard something wrong.

Not to mention the big ghost core, even a common low-level ghost core is not something a cultivator can bear.

Chu Yan's face turned pale with fright, her clear eyes were in a daze, she regretted playing tricks on Xiao Ran...

Ling Zhouyue hurriedly explained:

"Master, you said that the highest level of pharmacology is to fight poison with poison. I thought that Nether can suppress the power of dragon veins, so I added a big Nether Core to him."

Daoist Yinyue can no longer comment on this precious apprentice who has taught her medicine for decades...

Without further ado, he hurriedly took out the autopsy table, lifted Xiao Ran onto the black stone table, and covered his lower body with a bath towel.

First give Xiao Ran the pulse.

Xiao Ran's heart stopped, his pulse disappeared, and his aura stopped moving. Only the power of the ghost core in the sea of ​​qi was active, as if it was the ghost power that supported Xiao Ran's last breath.

"The power of the ghost core can indeed suppress the power of the dragon veins, but the poison of the ghost core has more side effects than the dragon veins. How can you be so confused?"

Master Yinyue shook his head and sighed, cursing Ling Zhouyue mercilessly.

Ling Zhouyue also blamed herself very much, she put on a loose bathrobe and stretched out her beautiful head towards the dissection table.

Looking at Xiao Ran who was like a monolith on the stage, he pouted and asked: