Master, you think too much

It's just that he poked his hand with a needle more than once a few days ago, but he didn't get hurt...

God artifact...

Sang Zi couldn't help sighing in his heart, what a magical weapon!

This deity's life almost depends on you!

He rolled up the narrow sleeve of his left hand, clenched his fist, and turned his arm over.

Just like the water transfusion patient before the injection, the doctor ordered him to squeeze his fist and tightly tie a rubber hose to the blood vessels in the wrist to facilitate the search for blood vessels.

Sangzi is also looking for blood vessels.

He's not stupid, there are many deadly blood vessels on the wrist, he doesn't want to wait for the next stroke, and immediately... blood splashes everywhere!

Sangzi has a fair skin and a thin body. Although it is not like a thin layer of skin on the skeleton, with bursting veins, you can still see the blood vessels by pressing your fingers for a while. Sangzi is quite easy to find.

He manipulated a puncture needle with his backhand, trying to avoid blood vessels, and lightly scratched his arm with the blunt-looking needle tip.

Immediately, a thin two-finger long wound appeared on the arm, and then the wound suddenly burst open!It stretched to half an arm!

The bones are visible under the wound!

Sangzi snorted, gritted her teeth and dropped the needle, quickly draining the spiritual energy in her body to condense the wound.

The blood on the wrist slowly stopped, raw meat, the wound was healing little by little, and it healed as before in a short time.

Sang Zi breathed a sigh of relief.

The wounds on monks are also easier to heal than ordinary people. Back then, Sang Zi wondered if it might be related to spiritual power.

As a half-demon cultivator who is about to transform into a god, he exhausted his whole body's spiritual power to barely stop the wound. What about the immortal?What about immortal immortals?

Can't believe it.

Sang Zi picked up the needle again, pointed the needle point at his newly healed arm and poked it vigorously.

The blunt point of the needle made a deep red mark on the arm, but it didn't hurt.

It's really a good thing...

It can't hurt living creatures without spiritual power.

The senior who wanted to forge this artifact is also a merciful person, right?

Feeling a sudden palpitation, Sangzi rubbed her chest uneasy.

Although he is merciful to monks without spiritual power, but to this monk with abundant spiritual power...

...Why do you always feel a little uneasy?

His fingers felt warm and wet for a while, seeing that his body was stained bright red with blood, Sang Zi cried out inwardly.He hurriedly took off his clothes, found a gray shorts suit on his body, and the blood-stained clothes were crumpled up and stuffed underneath.

It's just that this gray short-sleeved suit is dressed...so Sangzi feels like a thief who is about to steal the gold basin and wash his hands...

But compared to the previous set, this one is better than the wrist guard.

Sang Zi took her hand over, the narrow sleeves hung down, and seven needles were inserted into the wrist guards inside the narrow sleeves.

Sangzi had been eating well recently, so losing this bit of blood was nothing to him, so he turned over and got dressed and went to sleep first.

In the middle of the night, as he expected, Su Boli sneaked in.

"This deity never locks the door when he sleeps. Next time, I just remember to enter through the gate... This window is a bit high, and there are my deity's copybooks under it. Don't step on the deity's blue and white flowers on it, and crush the deity's pen, ink and inkstone." With a wave of Sangzi's hand, the three candle lamps in the whole room instantly illuminated the room, Sangzi propped himself up with one hand, and coolly warned his stupid apprentice.

"Yes, Master, the apprentice is rude." Su Boli turned around, jumped out again, helped Master close the window, walked in through the door swaggeringly, and bolted the door behind him.

Sang Zi turned over, leaving him a half-collapsed seat.

Su Boli took off his outer shirt and lay down on it, and asked Sangzi, who was carrying him on his back, "Why did Master change his clothes?"

"I want to change."

"Then Master, what is Master doing in the room today?"

"Research artifacts."

"But, why did you send the apprentice and the golden ink flame tiger away..."

"Where is there so much nonsense?" Sang Zi said in an unhappy tone.

"I'm just worried about Master..." Su Boli argued.

"What's the use of worrying? What the deity does makes sense. Don't ask too much."

Su Boli's face was slightly lost, but he still obediently responded, "Yes."

So a sleepless night.

Early the next morning, Sangzi went to Yanhu's room to see Jin Mo.

"How is Jin Mo?"

"Tsk tsk," Yanhu shook his head, "I didn't know how serious it was until I pulled the bandage yesterday! The tail and the bones in the tail can be seen almost! But it's just a flesh injury, not the dantian, and it's almost healed today... Nuo, still sleeping. Your artifact is really cruel!"

"I know." Sang Zi touched his chin and said, "I suddenly thought, what if I stabbed a needle in the dantian?"

Yanhu was stunned for a moment, "Then, that is naturally... Dantian, Dantian..."

"Isn't it ruined? It's no wonder that a Jindan cultivator can hang and kill a Nascent Soul-level elder. It's really a magic weapon."

"Then master, you have to take it! This is a legendary artifact that can kill immortals and gods, so don't bump into it!"

"You don't need to talk nonsense!" Sang Zi bit her lip and said coldly, "But so what, I don't kill immortals or gods, I just want to know whether it can withstand the thunder disaster!"

"Master, don't worry..." Su Boli supported Sangzi's shoulder with a worried face.

"The deity knows."

How can you not worry?He is the one who will die...

I'm afraid I'll make Su Boli laugh if I say it. He has been arrogant all his life in his hometown, and even dare to confront the head of the first sect in the cultivation world... In fact, he is actually a coward who is afraid of death.

How terrible it is to die. After death, you don't know anything. It's silent, just like air—who would bother to think about the existence of air?

Tianling Gai was bombarded, his dantian exploded quickly, and then his spirit lost...

Sangzi suddenly had another heart palpitation, and it was more intense than usual, which made him out of breath for a long time.

Sangzi's precarious appearance while pressing on his chest really frightened Su Boli, and the hand on his master's shoulder quickly turned around to wrap his arms around him.

His body was still trembling slightly!

……damn it!What the hell is Master afraid of!

"Master!"

Yanhu was also taken aback by Sangzi, and suddenly picked him up to support him, but it was a pity that Su Boli was still one step ahead of him.

Its outstretched hand stopped awkwardly in mid-air for several seconds, then silently retracted and put its back behind its back.

"Well, Master, how do you feel now?"

"No problem..."

Sangzi rubbed his forehead, and stood up straight with the strength of Su Boli's hand.

"The deity is not in serious trouble..."

Seeing that Su Boli still had an expression of "Master's words sound unreliable", he had no choice but to continue to explain.

"This deity is just hungry... Well, I didn't eat for a whole day yesterday, and I didn't eat this morning... Dried fish, steamed fish, fried fish... Well, I was a little dizzy from hunger."