Soul travels through the world of immortality

The shouting voice was rich, and soon they arrived in front of the cave hall. Gradually, white mist appeared in the forbidden area of ​​the cave.

At this time, Luosang hugged Li Mingyang, glanced at Doctor Ling meaningfully, and then returned to the glazed yellow umbrella cover. He quickly changed back to the appearance of a big insect.

Li Mingyang took this opportunity to put away the Bafang Table and retreated to the side of the rock niche.

The white mist slowly became transparent, the rock wall disappeared, and the restriction was suddenly opened.

At this time, the village chief walked in. His chubby body was panting heavily. He had obviously come flying here. He ran and knelt in front of the ancestor's rock niche, and he knocked hard without any explanation. Three rings.

“Ancestor, that boy from Linzi was burned underground and I’m afraid he won’t survive.

A good child was going to die if he was burned like this.

Please have mercy and save him quickly. "

The village chief raised his head and spoke sadly, but his eyes occasionally drifted to Li Mingyang standing beside him, as if asking questions and then looking at Doctor Ling.

"Village chief, there is no need to feel sad. As an ancestor, you are all my descendants. I will definitely save Linzi.

Today I have an immortal visiting me, so I can't go out. I think the immortal will definitely be able to cure Lin Zi's injuries. "

Luosang did not ask Li Mingyang what he meant, and directly assigned this difficult patient. Not only did Li Mingyang feel unhappy, but he also became more confused about who the leaking spirit around him was and what its purpose was.

Li Mingyang remained silent and secretly contacted Xingqing to find out who was causing trouble for him.

Seeing that Li Mingyang didn't answer, Luosang felt a little embarrassed, so he cleared his throat and continued.

"Immortal, the lives of the descendants of our clan are hanging by a thread. Please lend a helping hand to help him overcome this life and death crisis. Our clan will be grateful in the future."

It's not that Li Mingyang can't be saved, but he just doesn't like the feeling of being pushed to the shelves, he said thoughtfully.

"If the injured person's internal organs are injured, it will be difficult to cure. If it is really cured, it will take some time to recover. I will go and take a look before making a decision."

The village chief saw that his ancestors all admired the young man in front of him. Although he had doubts about how young he was, he still recognized his ancestor's judgment and said no more.

The village chief bowed respectfully to Li Mingyang and said.

"Immortal, I'll help you and the old man to save that boy."

Then Li Mingyang, Doctor Ling, and the village chief left the cave hall and rushed to Lin Zi's house.

On the way, Xingqing replied to Li Mingyang, saying that the spirit was hiding everywhere, but he still saw it, and it seemed to be the dead Wu Lingluan.

Li Mingyang was shocked after hearing this, and asked Xingqing to pay attention to his ancestor's whereabouts. He always felt that Luosang had changed too quickly, which made him feel vaguely uneasy, as if there was a conspiracy waiting for him.

When he arrived at Lin Zi's house, he had already vented his anger but not taken it in.

Seeing his wife and children crying beside him, Li Mingyang also felt compassion.

He thought about the elixir in his hand. Although the elixir could treat external injuries, Lin Zi's injury had been delayed for too long and had deteriorated to the point where pus leaked and the internal organs were damaged.

Li Mingyang asked the village chief to withdraw the people around him, and he wanted to heal Lin Zi alone.

Doctor Ling originally wanted to observe the treatment, but was severely scolded by Li Mingyang and left.

After everyone had dispersed, Li Mingyang sat on the low couch next to the forest and gave him the best medicine for his injuries.

He summoned the Nine Transformations of his vitality, and several soft golden halos surrounded Linzi's body. A clear spring flowed through the ulcerated part of Linzi's upper body. The burns on his body were instantly nourished by the clear spring, which relieved the pain.

The clear spring is like blue cold light, slowly flowing to the pus-producing wound, repairing the muscles.

The cold and moist feeling made Lin Zi's face return to rosy.

After repair, the wounds on his back recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and pus no longer leaked out.

Gradually, Linzi's wound slowly began to heal. Like a dead branch, the wound gradually changed from red to dark red, and finally scabbed.

Gradually, Lin Zi's breathing began to stabilize, and Li Mingyang also stopped working and withdrew the golden light from his body.

After Li Mingyang finished his exercises, he slowly began to adjust his breath.

Lin Zi's breathing gradually became steady, his internal injuries were also recovering, and he had clearly passed the threshold of death.

Li Mingyang sat on the couch, constantly thinking about meeting his ancestor, killing Wu Lingluan, and Shi Ru. The doubts in his heart became deeper. He wanted to find some clues, because his intuition told him that Wu Lingluan's soul was I won't let it go.