What would a normal Mahayana casual cultivator do before crossing the catastrophe

A crystal clear pill appeared in Qinan's hand.

With his index finger and middle finger, he gently held the pill, which was only the size of a peanut, and placed it in the air on the unhealed wound on the ancestor's neck.

"When it touches your spiritual power, it will instantly melt and become one with you."

"Your spiritual power will be alienated by it and washed away from the imprint of your spiritual consciousness, and transformed into a brand new spiritual power that is not under your control."

"Old and new vie for control in your body, and they will begin to boil, searing your flesh and melting your bones."

Qinan's eyes became calm and indifferent little by little, and he let go of the fingers holding the elixir.

"Clap."

After an extremely slight impact sound, the elixir melted just as he described.

And the ancestor's skin in the Mahayana period began to become scorching hot from the place where the elixir fell, and white smoke began to chichi.

"Ho...ho..."

The chaotic spiritual power that surged out from the wound tore his unhealed wound again, and the twisted spiritual power also blocked his ugly face.

Qinan looked down at this scene, and said softly: "Unfortunately, you are a broken failure."

"So your flesh will turn into steam and leave the hole."

"Your spiritual power and cultivation will also leave you."

"In the end, you will lose everything like a deflated sugar man, and become a 'mortal' at the mercy of your wanton slaughter."

The turbulent flow of steaming spiritual power gushed out from the ancestor's neck, and his head was almost torn off from the neck again, but it was still connected by a layer of tough skin in the Mahayana period and could not escape.

"Rumble..."

It seemed that the clouds were also disturbed by these spiritual fogs. After a few thunderclaps, heavy rain fell from the sky.

Qinan didn't use his spiritual power to resist the rain, but just stood quietly like a mortal, letting the heavy rain soak his long hair and clothes.

Gradually, the turbulent flow of spiritual power gushing out from the ancestor disappeared.

The heavy rain washed away the blood stained on his body, revealing a skeleton wrapped in stretched human skin.

At this time, although the ancestor has been completely useless, he still has the body of a monk in the Mahayana period, and he can still hold his breath and linger on.

Qinan squatted down, looked at his shriveled body, and said with a sigh: "It's so ugly. Sure enough, a novice practicing for the first time just can't make a perfect work."

"If I want to become proficient, I'm afraid I need to practice tens of thousands of times, but where can I find so many practice materials?"

He quietly looked at the ancestor who could no longer make a sound, and asked, "Should I conduct experiments on tens of thousands of innocent people like you, just to perfect a secret technique?"

Qinan paused for a while, then reached out again and took out a bottle of potion.He said softly: "Aren't you very proud of being able to live for more than 8000 years in the Mahayana period? Ah, yes, it is indeed a remarkable thing, so in order to reward you, I will contribute another one of mine." Works to make you plump up again."

The medicine in the bottle was poured on the face of the human skin skeleton.

Soon, an unknown existence quickly filled up from under the skin, and at the same time, the soul breath of the ancestor quickly weakened.He seemed to have sensed something, but a scream-like sound came out from his throat, which had been completely disabled.

"Rag doll." Qinan read out the name, "It can materialize your soul. Normally speaking, it should be just enough to fill your skin."

Countless cone-like sharp thorns protruded from the ancestor's skin, piercing the skin and tearing his soul to pieces.

The old ancestor's weak struggle gradually disappeared.

Qinan looked down at the spiky monster in front of him, slowly stretched out his hand, and touched those sharp soul fragments.He murmured: "Unfortunately, besides your own soul, you are also wearing a 'soul suit' made up of countless lives."

"Have you seen it?" Qinan stared at the corpse that could no longer see its original appearance, "The hideous shape of the souls you wear on your body. This is their hatred for you."

After Qinan finished his last sentence, he finally fell silent.

call--

The corpse that lost its support of spiritual power and consciousness turned into fly ash little by little, and was washed away by the heavy rain, leaving only a transparent jade-like crystal in place.

The spikes on its body have tens of thousands of different colors, piercing a gray and white base that looks like a human.

But soon, with the erosion of the tide of the source world of Nantian Continent, these magnificent crystals gradually disappeared.

It's as if it never existed.

Looking at this scene, Qinan was silent for a long time, and finally squatted down, covering his face with his hands.

I don't know how long it has passed, but the heavy rain stopped.A warm hand gently held his wrist, pulled away his hand covering his face, and then put a bunch of light blue flowers in his hand.

Qinan stared blankly at the flowers in his hand.

This is a bunch of Qishan moons that bloom extremely brilliantly.

It is ordinary and fragile, no more beautiful than those high-level spiritual plants, and it has no special medicinal power, but it symbolizes peace and happiness.

It is Jinan's favorite flower

Yue Hong half-kneeled in front of Qinan, reaching out his hand to wipe away the water marks from the corners of his eyes.There was still no expression on his indifferent and handsome face, but he looked at him with unusually focused eyes, and said softly, "Don't cry."

Qinan didn't know why, but felt a little out of breath.

He clenched the bouquet in his hand, blinked, and wiped his face vigorously: "I didn't cry, it was rain."

Yi Hong didn't speak, and leaned slightly forward to give him a hug.

Qinan could feel the warmth of Jianjun Yu Hong through his clothes.

He slowly buried his head in the socket of Yu Hong's shoulder, feeling his cold body gradually warming up.He suddenly grinned: "Master Jianjun, these accessories on your body are so disgusting."

Yu Hong paused, and wanted to let go of his hand, but unexpectedly, Qinan stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his waist.Yao Hong was stunned for a moment, reached out to stroke his wet hair, and dried it for him with spiritual power: "Didn't you mean it?"

Qinan didn't answer, but asked in a low voice: "Jiang Hong Jianjun, you will always guard the safety of the source world, right?"

Yi Hong responded with a low voice.

Qinan paused for a long time, let go of the hand holding Jianjun Yuhong, opened the distance a little, looked up into Yuhong's eyes: "I suddenly remembered, what did you say to me in the secret realm two years ago?" 'There is no repayment for the grace of saving your life'... Could it be that you still wanted to say 'a promise with your body'?"

Yao Hong was stunned for a while, his eyes wandered for a while, and he didn't say anything, but the tips of his ears suddenly turned red.

Qinan let out a "huh" and muttered: "But I obviously didn't save your life, so your reasoning is too clumsy."

Yihong: "..."

Qinan: "Also, when I applied medicine to you back then, you were in a hurry to get dressed before your injury healed. Could it be that you were shy?"

Yihong: "..."

Qinan: "Besides, when I was grooming Yunze, it suddenly blew up and ran away. Did you scare it? It's obviously just a big innocent cat. Are you jealous?"

Yihong: "..."

Qinan took a deep breath, and muttered: "But this time, it's really a life-saving grace. Tsk, if you give me your body, you will give me your body."

Before Yu Hong could react, Qinan leaned forward and kissed his thin lips.