The second disease also needs to cultivate immortality

"..." Wu Jiu frowned, looking in the direction of the boy.

Xie Yun didn't even have the strength to speak now, let alone bit his tongue to kill himself.Since he came to this world, he has never suffered so much pain. It was as if the flesh and bones of his body were being melted away with a steel knife. The taste of ten tortures is nothing like this.

Bai's face was serious, he held his breath, and took every step very carefully.

He is also very nervous now. He has been a ghost cultivator for hundreds of years. Although his cultivation base is not weak and he can protect himself, if he cannot find Bixiu Dan and recast his body in the next few decades, his soul will be destroyed. It will also gradually weaken until it perishes.He dared to be sure that if the young man in front of him really failed to temper and returned to the west, then he would definitely not be able to get the Bixiu Pill, and he would have to die with him soon.

Bai Li's action of cutting his finger was merciless, as if it didn't hurt at all.

Xie Yun hung his head, unable to speak with a veil stuffed in his mouth, his whole body was soaked, his hair condensed together as if wet by a torrential rain.Wu Jiu finally stood up and walked towards them.

"What are you doing?" Bai Li glanced at his movements from the corner of his eye, and snapped, "If you interrupt him now, you will directly kill him."

Wu Jiu shook his head, "No, I won't interrupt him."

He untied the boy's bound hands, embraced him from behind, and grabbed his hand, like an eagle protecting a young boy.Xie Yun only remembered when he leaned against the chest on the back, Wu Jiu is a phoenix, so his embrace is also very warm.Not like his usual cold look.

The silver-haired man looked up and asked, "Is he weak now?"

Bai Li continued to move his hands, and the blood stained his waist along his navel, like vines painted on his waist, "Well. Do you have any tonics that you can give him to prevent him from exhausting himself too much."

"Oh." Wu Jiu raised his hand, cut a cut on his right wrist, and bright red blood flowed out.

He squeezed the wound on his wrist mercilessly, the blood flowed faster, Wu Jiu took out the handkerchief stuffed in his hand, and brought it to his lips, "Drink."

"..." Xie Yun said feebly, "You, what are you doing?"

Wu Jiu pursed his lips, his complexion was a little pale, he directly opened his lips and fed him to drink his own blood.

Xie Yun almost choked, and felt a warm liquid flow into his throat, but it wasn't a fishy-sweet smell, but a light, herbaceous aroma, like bamboo leaves.

The phoenix does not inhabit unless it is a phoenix tree, it does not eat it unless it is Lianshi, it does not drink it unless it is a Li spring, so its blood also has the fragrance of bamboo fruit.

Different from Wujiu's pale complexion, Xie Yun's sallow complexion due to severe pain gradually turned rosy, and his breathing was regular and strong. Bai Li was a little surprised to see all these changes, and wanted to ask what his real body was Monster, but still focused on the current matter, did not ask again.

Wu Jiu ignored the wound on his wrist, and wrapped his hands around Xie Yun's body to prevent him from moving around.

Seeing that he also helped, Bai Li softened his voice and said, "It's better to put the veil on again, press him down, and don't move."

Wu Jiu paused, and put back the handkerchief that was put aside just now.

Xie Yun just wanted all this to end quickly, 666 was still making jokes with him in his mind to divert his attention, but unfortunately he didn't even have the strength to respond.

The traces that Bai Li had painted on him slowly flashed a dark light, Guixiu closed his eyes, and sat cross-legged in front of the young man, muttering something, as if speaking some mysterious language.There is a unique language in ghost cultivation, called ghost language, which is said to be understood only after death once.Wu Jiu guessed that what he said should be a ghost language.

The spiritual root is determined by heaven, if you want to temper the spiritual root, you must go against the sky, and you need to seek the protection of ghosts and gods.And ghosts and gods will only help those monks who worship him with flesh and blood. This method of tempering spiritual roots is ultimately a sacrificial ceremony, so the sacrificed will suffer heavy injuries.

Every bone in Xie Yun's body seemed to have been scraped, forcing out the deepest impurities inch by inch, and the five spirits were simply messed up, which was more sinful than ordinary spiritual roots.But Xie Yun felt that the pain was painful, but he didn't have the same fear of difficulty as before.He was sober throughout the whole process, knowing every change in his body, and where and how much he improved.

His spirit suddenly improved, since he drank Wu Jiu's blood.He thought that the phoenix blood might have some effect.

Wu Jiu told him not to think about other things in his mind, Xie Yuncai turned back to his thoughts.He realized that even if Wu Jiu talked to him consciously, his breath was weak and weak.

After an unknown amount of time, Xie Yun's hair was drenched, and Wu Jiu's body was also drenched.His hands were numb, but he was still pressing the boy's arms to prevent him from disturbing Baili's spellcasting.

The scruffy young man sitting cross-legged finally opened his eyes, and a trace of tiredness flashed across his eyes. He finally tapped lightly, and pressed it between Xie Yun's eyebrows. The next second, Xie Yun lost consciousness, his whole body softened, and he leaned back. On blameless body.

"..."

Before Wu Jiu had time to ask, Bai Li rubbed the center of his brows and said, "Help him to the bed and lie down. Whether he can wake up this time depends on his luck. I have tried my best."

Wu Jiu looked down at the potion in the wooden barrel, the potion had changed from dark red to completely pitch black, the young man seemed to be soaked in ink, the pale skin on his upper body was extremely eye-catching.

Bai Li wobbled on the chair beside him, opened his eyes, he was still in a daze, and said, "Why do you let him soak there? It's full of poisonous impurities. Impurities soaked back?"

"..." Wu Jiu immediately bent down, stared straight ahead, carried Xie Yun out of the barrel, then quickly put him on the couch beside him, covered him with a thin quilt.