The villain's daily corpse collection

"I think if you want the wound to heal faster, you need to clean up the black unknown substance on it. At the moment, it doesn't look fatal. But," Chun He turned around and said, "if you force it to be cleaned, it may leave an indelible scar."

"It's okay, you clean it up." Wang Wei felt relieved.

Chun He brought the elixir and spiritual herbs, and also a medicine box. She condensed the spiritual flowers and herbs into a patch, added the powder of a certain purple spiritual plant in the medicine box, and prepared to put it on the scar to absorb the unknown filth with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The spiritual patch floated in the air, emitting a faint green light, but she never took action.

Wang Wei asked in confusion: "Why don't you do it?"

Chun He said bluntly: "I have no confidence. What if it leaves deep marks?" Wang Wei adjusted his sitting position, slightly turned sideways, and turned to look at Chun He.

Against the backdrop of the faint light of the spiritual sticker, Chun He accidentally caught a glimpse of Wang Wei's figure. Her arms were slender and well-proportioned, with beautiful lines. The whole body was exquisitely proportioned, with prominent bones, and more powerful than expected.

"A scar can remind me of a moment of near-death, so it's not a loss." Wang Wei's eyes didn't reveal any emotion. "Next time I see it, I will recognize it and kill it." Her tone was filled with reluctance to accept this defeat.

Chun He verbally retorted: "Pooh, pooh, pooh, I must not encounter it again next time. I will never encounter that unfortunate thing again." She still raised her hand and brought the spirit patch close to the rugged wound. The green light was absorbing the invisible black filth with all its might.

Wang Wei felt another sharp pain in her back. She tried her best to control it, pursing her lips slightly, breathing heavily, and her upper body trembling uncontrollably. Then she clenched her hands into fists, and her protruding nails pierced into her palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks.

The pain this time was no different from the pain in the past. It made her feel helpless and embarrassed.

But the difference is that most of her injuries in the past were healed by her own ability. Almost no one cared, and almost no one applied medicine to her.

The life of a god is long, no matter how serious the injury, there will always be a day of recovery. She only needs to endure countless days, lingering and waiting. Wait until she becomes numb, wait until she recovers, and then return to being the powerful and fierce demon god in everyone's eyes, as if all the scars before were just illusions.

Wang Wei slowly felt a cool breath penetrating into the scar on his back, and gradually the pain became less severe.

She let her breath sink to her dantian, stabilizing the disordered and thin spiritual power in her body. She felt as if she had almost recovered, and perhaps it would not be a problem for her to lie down now.

"Mo Wei, your body is too strong..." Chun He exclaimed, "Do you know what happened just now? I used the spiritual patch to absorb the black filth, and even after it was absorbed, it still left a very deep cut, and the flesh was still turned inside out. But when I finished absorbing it all, the front part actually healed slowly! Now there are only some raised marks, and the bleeding has stopped completely."

"It seems that your Lingtie is really a miracle medicine." Wang Wei praised.

"No, no, it wasn't me who did it, it was you!" Chun He denied it flatly, "It's your body that has the ability to heal itself, so you got better so quickly. Is this the recovery ability of God?" Her eyes were shining, and she excitedly grabbed Wang Wei's shoulders, as if she had discovered some rare treasure.

Wang Wei met her eager eyes, not knowing what expression to make: "...Please put some clothes on me."

"Oh, right! Wait a minute!" Chun He seemed to be awake and went to look through the boxes and cabinets. Wang Wei looked at her busy back and said, "You cured me, I promised to do something for you. You can tell me whether it can be done or not. I won't know until you tell me."

Chunhe found a brand new green gown, compared it roughly, and then handed it to Wangwei.

"This set is new, try it on. I don't usually like to wear new clothes because I always have to work in the fields and they will get dirty."

Wang Wei took the clothes and put them on with his spiritual power. The color of the clothes was very vibrant and fit him well.

"So have you thought about that?"

"I do have something I want to trouble you with, but I'm not treating you just to trouble you!" Chun He explained.

"I know, don't worry."

"I want to study you, Mo Wei Shangshen."

Wang Wei looked puzzled: "?"

"In addition to wanting to escape worldly disputes, I also have another wish when I entered Xuanmen." She paused, "which is to learn how to treat difficult and complicated diseases and discover the potential of the human body. Whether it is self-awakening or relying on some kind of elixir to maintain it, I think you can try to explore it."

"So you want to learn more about my self-healing abilities?"

"Yes, if you can study this, you may be able to solve a lot of problems."

"So what do you need me to do?"

"I need your blood." Seeing Wang Wei's eyes darken, she added, "I don't need a lot, probably enough to fill this small glass bottle. You don't have to give it to me right away. Wait until you recover."

Looking at the glittering glass bottle in front of him, Wang Wei slowly took it and held it in his palm, seeming a little hesitant.

"If you feel embarrassed, or if you think that divine blood cannot be given to others at will, I can understand that. Please don't force it."

Wang Wei pondered for a moment, then used magic to cut a line on her palm. Red blood oozed out instantly. She clenched her fist, and the blood flowed from her fist into the mouth of the bottle, quickly filling it up. After only a few breaths, the cut wound gradually closed.

"There's no rule that says you can't give it. If you have any questions, you can discuss it with me."

For her now, blood is probably the most precious thing in her body. It is a natural product of her divine body and the source of her current magic power. The body she is using temporarily also relies entirely on the connection of blood.

Moreover, bleeding is a taboo for Wangwei, and very few people know this.

"Thank you for helping me study this matter." Chun He bowed solemnly to express his gratitude. "If there is a breakthrough, it will be an amazing one. Maybe I can overcome the bottleneck of my cultivation."

"This is what you deserve." Wang Wei looked at the sky outside. It was already past midnight. "You must be tired too. Go back and rest early." It was rare for her to sincerely care about someone.

"Okay." Chun He yawned and said, "I won't let anyone disturb you during the day. If you need anything, just call me anytime. I should be in the fields."

She looked at Wang Wei and wanted to ask whether to put out the candle, but found that she had already entered into meditation.

Chunhe shook his head and admired in his heart, he is worthy of being a god, he is so self-disciplined.

Wang wanted to enter her own sea of ​​consciousness. This battle consumed too much of her own strength. If she used some of it now, she would have less. If there was no other way to replenish it at the critical moment, she would probably end up with only one outcome, dying of exhaustion.

She could not guarantee that Huo Feng would be by her side all the time and be able to recharge her energy whenever she needed to use her strength.

She thought it was the most absurd thing to tie her life and death to others. No matter what, she would take the initiative to control everything, whether it meant losing everything or getting everything back.

Even so, gods are difficult to kill, especially the demon god Boshangwang.

All the gods in heaven knew that she had an immortal body. Even if her head and body were separated, she would only need some time to recover and then regenerate flesh and bones. She was not even hurt at all even if her heart was stabbed through.

The gods fighting against her were just the opposite. If they were beheaded or their hearts were crushed by a sharp blade, there would be only one outcome - death. And those who could not win but kept attacking would eventually die of exhaustion.

Wang Wei had never really died before, so he didn't know what conditions would trigger this ending. But the less experienced he was, the more worried he became, and it was difficult for him to make an accurate judgment.

During the day, she still had to find an opportunity to visit Huo Feng. Being a master and apprentice with him was a relatively stable and reliable relationship in her opinion.

If they can't be master and disciple, then I'll find a way to trick him out.

——It is not a bad idea to imprison him by force.

With the limited strength she has left, it would be better not to alarm more people.

Soon it was daybreak, but the mountain was still deserted and quiet.

The elders and the outstanding inner disciples selected from each peak have been busy for several months. The supreme elder allowed them to rest for three days. Today, only some inner disciples and outer disciples from the secondary peak practiced normally and completed their daily homework.

Wang Wei opened her eyes from meditation, and after exhaling and breathing in, she walked out of the room.

The clouds and mist on the top of the mountain cleared, the sky was clear, and the morning breeze and sunshine fell on the spiritual field in front of the Wuliang Palace. The spiritual plants in the field stood up straight, welcoming the baptism of the essence of the sun and the moon, and shed a mist-like brilliance, a scene of thriving and flourishing.

In order to feel the abundance of spiritual energy, she tried to draw the spiritual energy into herself, but found that this "self-made" body was condensed by spiritual energy and could not store other spiritual energy, so she had to give up.

She recalled that the place where Huo Feng was assigned was called Qiongji Pavilion, located to the west of the main hall, Xiaoqing Hall, and exactly at the east and west ends of where she lived.

Time waits for no one, so I ask him one last time whether he agrees to become my disciple.

Wang Wei was thinking in his mind that if the answer was not what he wanted to hear, then he should not blame her for being cruel and ruthless and making him drink a forfeit after refusing his toast.

Even though he was the one who carried her up the mountain at night, one thing is for sure. Her previous patience had already changed her attitude. How could she back down again and again on such a matter?

She didn't say hello to Chunhe and left Wuliang Palace directly through the side door.

Zhuoguang Mountain is a rare sacred mountain in the world. Underground there flows a spiritual vein lost in ancient times. This vein is endless, making this place full of spiritual energy and full of dew.

This place is remote, with high mountains and far-flung land. The small town at the foot of the mountain is sparsely populated, allowing all cultivators to stay away from worldly troubles. This was the original intention of Tianhe Sect to choose this location to establish its sect.

Another reason that cannot be ignored is the long and narrow entrance to the sea at the back mountain.

There was once a monk who, in the midst of thunder, opened his eyes to the heavens, surveyed the laws of heaven, and made a startling prediction:

One day, the four realms will be overturned by the unknown being crossing the boundary.

This statement was a shocking one, and the monk died because he revealed the secret. Everyone realized in panic that the unknown thing would probably come from the sea realm.

To this day, the sea world is still the most mysterious place, full of too many unknowns. In a world where monks can live for thousands of years, they still know very little about the sea world.

This is the smallest connection point between the mortal world and the sea world. It is easily overlooked by the world and often becomes the fatal weakness of the mortal world.

Therefore, the founder of Tianhe Sect chose this place in the hope that his disciples in later generations would guard this line of defense from generation to generation to prevent the predicted disaster from coming and threatening all living beings in the mortal world.

"Brother Gu Yu, who do you see?" Two monks dressed in the uniforms of inner sect disciples were sweeping the ground beside Xiaoqing Hall. Seeing Wang Wei, who was dressed in a green shirt, passing by not far away, the younger sister, Ji Xiu, holding a broom, asked curiously.

"Who was on duty in Xiaoqing Palace last night?" Gu Yu did not answer directly.

"It's Senior Brother Qingcheng!" Junior Sister Xiu answered quickly.

"Then go call him over and ask him and you'll know." Gu Yu ordered. Soon, the sleepy Qing Cheng was caught here by the junior sister.

"Qingcheng, tell me the truth, who did you meet last night? What did you do?" Gu Yu asked in a joking tone.

Qingcheng yawned and said speechlessly, "That's it? You guys are so boring to wake me up to ask such a thing. I didn't sleep all night! I just closed my eyes and I was pulled out."

Gu Yu held up his index finger and said, "Takeout, choose whatever you want."

Qing Cheng's eyes suddenly brightened: "Deal!" He cleared his throat, "I think everyone should know about the return of the Lord of God yesterday."

"Let's get to the point. We want to know if there are any other people coming along?"

"Yes, Senior Brother Qingcheng, there is a strange woman coming to the sect. Have you seen her?"

"You have found the right person. I was the only one on duty that night, and no one else knew about this except the Great Elder." Seeing Gu Yu's expression that looked like he wanted to hit someone, he said bluntly, "There was another woman, and it was the Divine Lord who carried her back yesterday!"

As expected, the two people opposite showed shocked expressions.

"Who is she? Why does the God treat her like this?" Gu Yu wondered.

"Maybe he really is a god." Qingcheng narrowed his eyes and pretended to be deep in his tone.

"Is there really anyone in this world who can ascend to heaven? I am becoming more and more skeptical." Junior Sister Xiuxiu shook her head gently, "Two gods visited our sect overnight. I definitely don't believe it."

"Junior sister, you are still young and may not know, but many years ago, there were many cultivators who ascended to heaven, but there have been none in the last thousand years." Gu Yu explained.

"Brothers, when the senior sister comes back, let's go meet the legendary gods, okay?" Xiu Xiu obviously didn't hear what he said.

The two brothers looked at each other and seemed to have come up with an idea.

You will find yourself stepping into a sea of ​​bamboo. Qiongji Pavilion is not far from the entrance to the bamboo forest. To prevent others from getting lost, a signpost has been thoughtfully prepared on the bamboo pole outside, which reads "Qiongji Pavilion is fifty meters left ahead."

A strange place is bound to be full of dangers. She was cautious along the way, but she encountered nothing. Instead, there were signposts. Wang Wei found it funny for a moment, so he followed the sign and walked straight to the exquisite and elegant palace.

Suddenly, a surging sword energy whistled in from Wangwei's right. The wind was as hot as a raging fire, and it was only a fraction of an inch away from melting her snow-white hair.

She had a blank expression on her face and her body slightly tilted. A thick bamboo next to her was cut at an angle by the sharp wind, and then broke straight off and fell down.

Looking to find the source of the sword attack, it was a man wearing half a red copper mask.