Bai Yueguang, who became a boss after escaping from death

After administering the last silver needle for Gu Jingyu, Qiu Zhenren slightly wiped off the sweat on his forehead, and continued to save him for several days, which made him a little exhausted.

He turned his head and said to the people in the high seat: "Nephew's spiritual vein was completely shattered by the thunder force that was close to the Mahayana level. It is incredible that he can survive. Although it can still be cured, I'm afraid..."

When he said that, a doubt arose in his heart, has Qu Ziming's cultivation reached such a level?But why is it that Xia Yingxian, who was also broken by Qu Ziming's spiritual vein, was much less injured?

If you want to compare, Xia Yingxian's spiritual veins seem to have been slashed a few times. Although they are broken, they can still be repaired by sewing and mending.

But Gu Jingyu's spiritual veins are like broken tofu, which can't be picked up, that is to say, he has rejuvenated his hands, and he can find a way to put it back to its original shape.

He was still thinking, but he heard Shang Qiuzhao say at night: "Whatever you need, just mention it."

Qiu Zhenren responded softly, "With the medical skills of my Baicaotang, it's not impossible to repair it, but I'm afraid it will leave sequelae, which will inevitably limit my cultivation in the future and make it difficult to reach the perfection."

His ability is definitely more than that, but Qiu Zhenren felt that there was no need to mention the next method, so he stopped there.

Qiu Zhaoye focused his eyes on Gu Jingyu who was on the couch, and frowned slightly when he heard the word sequelae, but felt that Qiu Zhenren seemed to have something to say, so he glanced at him and spit out two words, "Continue."

Qiu Zhenren was stunned, sighed lightly and continued: "If you have the power above the stage of transforming gods, you are willing to use your own spiritual veins as a guide to refine the spirit-shaping pill with the fire of pure yang in the purple mansion, it can be used for heavy use. Shape the spirit veins, and there is a certain chance that the reshaped spirit veins will have the same aptitude as the lead device, but this will damage the cultivation base, and the pain of burning the purple mansion when refining the medicine is very tolerable, and the gains outweigh the losses."

After all, there are many monks who are unable to break through the realm due to the limitation of qualifications, and it is not a fatal thing. Who would compromise their own cultivation for a small guard disciple.

You must know how much energy and resources not only the cultivator himself, but the entire sect or family have to invest in this person in order to set foot on Huashen. The price paid is immeasurable. There is really no need for a disciple with acceptable qualifications.

Unexpectedly, Qiu Zhaoye didn't even think about it, and said: "Got it, you go get ready." His eyes still stayed on Gu Jingyu's pale face.

"what?"

Qiu Zhenren didn't react, "Who does the suzerain want to come..."

"I come."

Qiu Zhenren blinked, and hurriedly said after hearing it: "No!"

"You are the master of a sect, how can you compromise your cultivation base for a small guard disciple..."

"My deity, I didn't discuss it with you."

The voice was so undeniable that Qiu Zhenren choked and stopped talking immediately.

He had no choice but to slightly nodded and said: "I understand, but I just need to refine the plastic elixir, and I still lack a few rare medicinal materials. I will release the mission of the sect to see if anyone can get it. injury."

At the same time, Xin Dao said that the disparity in treatment is too great for the disciples who are also guarding the palace. The other two are still lying in the Baicao Hall.

And the one in front of me was not only sent to the suzerain's dormitory and looked after by the suzerain himself, but now this heavenly deity, whom everyone despises, has to compromise his cultivation and endure the inhuman pain of burning for a The disciples who guard the temple reshape the spiritual veins.

Thinking of this, Qiu Zhenren suddenly shivered. Could it be that he was dreaming?Otherwise, how could things have evolved into such an absurd situation?

While speaking, the aura of the person on the couch in the inner room suddenly weakened, and the two of them froze after sensing it.

Before Qiu Zhenren could react, Qiu Zhaoye got up suddenly, stretched out his fingers and felt his pulse.

The pulse condition remained the same as before, but the aura was getting weaker uncontrollably, and it would even disappear completely before long.

Qiu Zhenren was shocked when he saw this, and murmured: "It shouldn't be, I have clearly stopped the injury."

Qiu Zhaoye swept across Gu Jingyu's Zifu with his spiritual sense, and at the end of the last two finger pinches, all the glowing lights flickered on his fingertips, as if he had detected something, he said with a sinking face: "His spirit is about to dissipate. "

Qiu Zhenren said in disbelief: "How could it be? He has three souls and seven souls, he has never lost anything, and his injuries have stopped. The soul should gradually stabilize."

The body is damaged but the soul is insufficient, and the soul is gradually leaving the body, which is a sign of a dying person, but after the injury stabilizes, the soul should return to its original position.

Qiu Zhaoye's expression was unpredictable. If he had expressed some doubts because Gu Jingyu's soul lamp had not been turned on before, but now the other party's state of mind and soul made his heart beat wildly, those doubts would also be overwhelmed. After eliminating most of it, I was almost sure of my guess.

What if a person's soul does not belong to this body?

He forced himself to calm down, and issued an order to expel Qiu Zhenren.

The latter was pushed out of the hall by a force before he could answer.

"Nephew Lin..."

Qiu Zhenren was a little astonished, and only heard a voice from inside, "I have my own plan, and no one is allowed to approach the inner hall within an hour."

Qiu Zhaoye glanced at the person on the couch gently, and lightly shook his cool and pale fingers. There seemed to be turbulent waves in his eyes, which were as deep as the deep sea. He seemed to have made some kind of psychological preparation, and immediately got up and opened the door. Opened the stone door of the secret room.

Immortal Qiu just withdrew from the inner hall, and as soon as he turned around, he bumped into the crowd outside the hall. The leader, Immortal Shan, asked anxiously, "How is it? How is Nephew Lin?"

Qiu Zhenren glanced at him, and was surprised that the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall, who was always known for his cold face, would care so much about a disciple.

Immediately sighed again, "It's strange, obviously the injury has stabilized, why did the soul disappear..."

His sound was very soft, but the disciples following behind heard him, and the sound exploded, "What?! Is Senior Brother Lin going to die?"

Qiu Zhenren realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly reprimanded him: "Don't yell!"

Seeing Zhenren Shan's eyes widen, he added: "With the Suzerain here, what are you afraid of? Is there a soul that the Mahayana Heavenly Venerable can't get back?"

"Even if he arrives at the Palace of the King of Hell, the old man can tell the ghost judge to send him back obediently. What's the hurry?"

Only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief, Shan Zhenren nodded slowly, "That's good..." But he thought in his heart that he hadn't repaid his life-saving grace, so he must not let his benefactor die.

He has always followed the rules and behaved rationally in everything. If he does not repay his kindness, he may have a hard life.

The most important thing is that Gu Jingyu had warned him about the ambush of the Demon Sect, but he didn't take it seriously, causing his disciples to fall into such a dangerous situation, and he regretted it endlessly.

Qiu Zhenren was sweating, if the news got to the ancestor's ears, it might kill him.

Then he told everyone: "Don't talk nonsense to the outside world, especially the one in the Lingxu Cave. If it affects the injury of the uncle, I will ask you!"

All the disciples responded obediently, and looked at the inner hall hesitantly, and then dispersed in twos and threes amidst whispers.

Qiu Zhenren sighed, the one inside was under the care of the Mahayana Heavenly Venerable, so it was not his turn to worry, but the two outside had to rely on him for help, he shook his head, and rushed to the Baicao Hall again.

The silent rune on the water surface of the cold pool suddenly lit up after he stepped in, as if awakened after a long sleep, greedily absorbing power from him.

Some kind of indescribable breath spread.

The floating island in the middle of the cold pool looks like a piece of snow-white, like an Iceland, with nothing above it. Only when you get closer can you see a long and narrow glass coffin embedded in the center of the island. Through the colored glass, one can see the deep blue pool water with the undercurrent surging below.

Ruoxiao's floating island is actually an ice coffin, emitting a severe chill all the time.

Qiu Zhaoye floated across the water and landed on the floating island. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, he sat cross-legged beside the glazed coffin.

He looked down at the person in the coffin, and said in a low voice: "Ayu, I know you don't want to see me, but if you don't, I'm afraid..."

He took out the soul lamp that was still dead and put it aside. The moment the soul lamp fell, vine-like objects formed by countless runes spread from the formation came windingly, tightly entwining the soul lamp.

Seeing the soul lamp that remained unresponsive after the formation was lit, he almost doubted his own judgment for a moment.

But he collected himself, and then a blade formed by a spiritual flow appeared on the side of his finger. He passed across his palm indifferently, without even frowning.

He formed a seal with his palms, and a blood-colored circular formation plate lit up in front of him out of thin air, hanging above the glass coffin. The circle formed by the two runes began to slowly rotate in the opposite direction, and gradually burst into dazzling light, illuminating the dark cave. It is like day.

A steady stream of power was extracted from his divine soul and injected into the formation plate. This kind of pain, which was as thin as a cocoon, but deep into the bone marrow, was like lingering on the soul body, and made his normally slightly cold body soon ooze sweat. Large beads of sweat slid from the forehead to the ground.

He couldn't support himself very quickly, propping himself up on the ground with one palm while he was dizzy, and soon after, his whole body went limp and he passed out.

Gu Jingyu felt that he was floating, and he floated higher and higher, over the top of Libai Peak covered with pear blossoms, over the clouds, getting closer and closer to the dazzling sunlight, and at the same time he felt his consciousness gradually blurred, what he wanted to grasp, but Uncontrollably getting weaker and weaker, it seems that something is scattered away.

Just when he was so dazed that his consciousness almost collapsed, he suddenly felt his body sink.

The strong sense of falling made him wake up instantly.

He wanted to shout, but he couldn't make any sound. He struggled, but he could only let his body fall continuously, and the surroundings suddenly became pitch black, and he felt unprecedented fear.

After an unknown amount of time, the feeling of falling finally disappeared, as if he had fallen to the ground, but he seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, and the cold surrounding him made him tremble all over.

He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were extremely heavy.

Someone seems to be calling him in the dark, "Ayu...Ayu..."

There is only one person who would call him that, besides Shizun.

After the five senses slowly recovered, he felt the bone-piercing chill coming from the hard walls. He wanted to see where he was, so he struggled and raised his eyelids.

A ray of light flooded into the fundus of his eyes that he managed to open, but his vision was still a little blurry. He looked around and saw that he was lying in a long and narrow ice box.

Most importantly, he saw the black jade around his waist, which was his token of being the lord of Mingxin Sect.

As if realizing something, he took a deep breath.

Has he returned to the body of his previous life? !

Shocked, his eyes were fully opened, and his vision returned to normal. He moved his eyes slightly, and saw a blue and white figure lying on the side with his eyes closed.

When he saw that face clearly, he subconsciously said a dirty word: Shit!

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Viewing angle:

Qiu Wanxuan died because of his destiny to bring Gang Sha, and after reviving his life, he discovered that this is a false fictional world,

Apprentice Xia Churan is the protagonist of the world, possessing an aura of immortality.

Qiu Wanxuan looked at the undead Taoist couple tailor-made for him, her eyes moved slightly,

The golden thighs delivered to the door don't hug people to do things?

He decided that he had to take down his apprentice——

Under the bright moonlight, Qiu Wan's eyes were full of autumn water, and her slender hands gently stroked Xia Churan's shoulders:

It's Ah Ran's birthday today, I can give you whatever you want as a teacher.

The straight steel man Xia Churan looked serious: I want to go home.

The corners of Qiu Wanxuan's lips twitched, her whole body was stiff: ...

In order to survive in this life, Xia Churan, who did everything possible to do tricks, finally got the chance.

Close your eyes and pretend to be asleep, feel the burning breath and soft touch on your lips,

A smile rose on his lips: I got you.

Attack Angle:

Xia Churan, who transmigrated into Danmeiwen, faced the task of conquering the master again and again in order to go home as soon as possible——

After saving Master for the Nth time.

Qiu Wanxuan's body is soft and boneless, leaning on Xia Churan's neck: How did Aran find her teacher?

Xia Churan was smiling, and MMP in her heart: You want to seduce me again?

Are you sure this master needs to be captured?

System: Please say your confession lines affectionately.

In the early summer, blue veins popped up on her forehead, and she chuckled: Get lost.

After day after day of raiding missions——

Xia Churan: Even if I die, it is impossible for me to fall in love with a man.

He who was forced to kiss the sleeping master during the task, felt the soft touch between his lips, and his heart was pounding:

System, let me die again, no, ten thousand times.

The appearance is cold, but the beauty of fishing is cunning