The Dream of Rebirth

Shen never searched every corner of the space regardless of consumption.Meng Jiang's breath was too weak. If he didn't hide it deliberately, he would be seriously injured and die.Shen Cong felt that his palpitations were getting worse, and he was almost sure that the reason for Meng Jiang's weak breath was the latter.

If he is not found in the fastest time, Shen never dares to think about the following things.He didn't care to explain too much to Lone Wolf and Tang Yanjie, but told them to stay at home honestly and not add to his troubles.

Beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept falling from his forehead. It can be said that Shen Cong had never sweated so much since he was so old.

The places where the space is open are all under Shen Cong's control, but finding someone is still like looking for a needle in a haystack.

At the source of the river, when Shen Cong saw the light yellow sweater Meng Jiang used to wear, he was about to cry.The source of the river is on a very high mountain in this space, which has been within the open range of the space from the very beginning.The river water that flows out is mixed with a lot of spiritual power, but the farther it flows, the less effective it is.Although Shen Cong has always been the master of the space, he didn't understand it.There seemed to be something mysterious about the source here, and he couldn't get close to it easily.

Today, I also tried my best, and I couldn't find it anywhere, so Shen Cong had to climb up the mountain step by step.

The water at the source contains the most aura, and it can faintly cover up the aura.That's why Shen Cong couldn't find Meng Jiang no matter what.

Meng Jiang lay there unconsciously, even half of his body was soaked in the water, his hair was all wet and tied helplessly in front of his forehead.The whole person can be said to be lifeless, and there are no signs of life at all.

"Jiang Jiang..." Shen Cong's feet were weak, and he almost fell down. He rushed to Meng Jiang's side in a few steps, and put his fingers tremblingly under Meng Jiang's nose, until a faint breath was exhaled, and a heart that was about to stop stopped. Jumped up again.

Meng Jiang's face was pale and pale, and his body temperature was frighteningly low.Shen Cong probed into a trace of spiritual power slightly, only to find that the meridians were disordered and almost all tangled together, so he must have been seriously injured.

Seeing Meng Jiang's face, Shen Cong knew it was not good, and he was prepared in his heart. He was not too surprised, but was surprised why someone could hurt Meng Jiang in this world. Could it be that there are more powerful monks here? no?It's just that if there is such a great monk, why don't they ascend to other realms?

When Shen Cong's spiritual energy penetrated Meng Jiang's internal organs, his face turned dark all of a sudden, and his hands trembled so badly that he could hardly control himself.The originally good internal organs were actually a mess, the good golden core was actually full of cracks, and the original golden red light became extremely dim, like burnt charcoal ashes.Depending on the situation, if you put at least a little effort into it, the golden core will be shattered in an instant.

This state made Shen Cong at a loss. What would a monk at the golden core stage do if the golden core was broken?Even if the Great Luo Immortal is invited to come down to earth, there is no way!

Shen Congqiang calmly withdrew the trace of aura, fearing that he might accidentally shake the golden core.

This is how to do?Shen Cong knelt and sat beside Meng Jiang.same

At that time, a chill rushed into his heart. From the moment he detected the cracks in Meng Jiang's golden core, Shen Cong knew that what he was most worried about had happened.

With Meng Jiang's current cultivation base in the late stage of Jindan, as long as he cultivates a lot of mental state, he can hit the Nascent Soul stage at any time.The monks in the Nascent Soul stage can walk with the sword and reshape the physical body.Of course, the supernatural powers of monks in the Nascent Soul stage are far more than this, but these two things should be what Meng Jiang needs most at present.In terms of the aura of this world, cultivation is possible, but foundation building is hopeless, unless one controls a certain secret realm on this former cultivation planet.

Although the spiritual energy on the earth has been annihilated for a long time, and no monks have ascended in the past few hundred years, but as an ancient cultivation planet, there must be some hermit sects who have mastered unknown methods.

But if it is really a great monk, Meng Jiang will not provoke others at all. A monk cultivates his body and mind even more.Moreover, Meng Jiang only went out for one night, so naturally he would not cause any major repairs.

As for the little monks, they are so-so, not to mention that Meng Jiang would not take the initiative to bully others, even if the other party took the initiative to provoke them, they would definitely not be hurt to this extent.

Therefore, the person who injured Meng Jiang in one night...that is, in a split second outside the space, has almost surfaced...

"Bastard!" Shen Cong knelt on the ground, clenched his fist and slammed it to the side.

"Brother..." a weak voice sounded.

Shen Cong was startled, and quickly looked up, and it was Meng Jiang who opened his eyes slightly.However, the eyes were weak and divergent, and the eyelids seemed to be closed at any time, and it could be seen that the other party was trying hard to keep them open.

"Jiang Jiang..." Shen Cong crawled over quickly, and hugged him distressedly, "It's all my fault... It's all my fault..."

"Master...brother..." Meng Jiang opened his mouth and shouted with difficulty.

"I'm here, what do you want to say?" Shen Cong hugged Meng Jiang's upper body.Trauma and so on are trivial matters to the monk, the most helpless thing for him is the injury of Meng Jiang's internal organs and the crack on the golden core.If he can't find a way to save Meng Jiang's golden core as soon as possible, let alone destroy his cultivation, he will be reduced to a mortal from then on.Even if the golden core was broken and the aura of the whole body collapsed, Meng Jiang couldn't bear it now.

"Brother...don't...don't...go out of space..." Meng Jiang spat out a mouthful of blood, and the sharp pain surged from the dantian, reaching the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head.

"Jiang Jiang! Jiang Jiang——" Shen Cong was so frightened that he quickly breathed in a little spiritual energy. Sure enough, the meridians in Meng Jiang's body became more disordered, but fortunately, the blood stasis in Meng Jiang's stomach was really unfortunate. Fortunately.Shen Cong felt a pang of sadness in his heart. This silly boy was hurt like this, and he was still thinking about telling him not to leave space. Could it be that he had already guessed the identity of the other party? "Jiang Jiang, why are you so stupid... Now that you guessed it, tell me... How could you face him alone, he is a demon! He is a demon!"

Shen Cong felt powerless.In the past, he was at the peak of his cultivation, he had space in his hand, and he almost lost his mind. Now he has only just regained his physical body, so how can he compete with the opponent.The other party and him had a murderous vengeance first, and now they are chasing and killing his junior brother, which is really unbearable!

Meng Jiang, who was in a coma, was still bleeding from the corner of his mouth. Shen Cong wiped it several times, but it still flowed out again.On the pale yellow knitted sweater, the blood had turned into a bloodstain.

"Jiang Jiang..." Shen Cong held Meng Jiang's hand.The hand was weak and cold. "Don't worry, senior brother puts all his effort into repairing your golden core!"

With this touch, Shen Cong unconsciously penetrated his spiritual power, but it gave Shen Cong a glimmer of hope.

The golden core, which was already gray in color, turned out to be brighter than before.Shen Cong couldn't believe it and probed into a trace of spiritual power again, but the result was still the same.Although the range is not very large, it is indeed better than before.

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Looking at this slippery kid, Zhao Xinyi felt angry.It seems that if you don't teach him a lesson, he won't obey discipline!

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Xiao Yao is wearing thongs, and a thin line at the back has tightened his groin. Although Xiao Yao is not fat, he has a lot of meat on his buttocks. The sun is rarely seen in this kind of place, and it is white and tender.Coupled with the fact that he is not very young, his flesh is very elastic, and when he slapped it, the flesh on Xiao Yao's buttocks trembled immediately, and Zhao Xinyi realized that his ass felt really good in the hand.

Zhao Xinyi parted the slit with her hands as if possessed.On the pink mouth, a thin band blocks the view...