Chu Qing had almost lost his mind, and there was only a trace of red light left in his eyes. He did not remember that the woman's name was Wanrou, but he only knew that he could not eat the rotting corpses of these monks.
If he couldn't resist the temptation brought by the rotting corpse, Chu Qing would be doomed!
Nianlong Jue automatically activated its power out of the instinct of protecting the master, but Wanrou just pointed lightly, and the spiritual energy immediately swirled in Chu Qing's dantian, and was tightly sealed.
When the poison is cast, the person's life will be shortened, but Wanrou doesn't care. She is dedicated to acting for the Palace of Eternal Life, even if it costs her life.
After the spiritual energy was sealed, Chu Qing's body curled up like a shrimp, and his nails became as long and sharp as steel knives. In order to restrain the desire to eat rotten corpses, Chu Qing scratched his face to pieces.
"Is it painful? Do you want me to rescue you?"
A gentle voice sounded in his mind, and Chu Qing's consciousness was tightly locked by the spider web. In his groggy state, Chu Qing still did not nod.
Wanrou waited very patiently. Her right index finger traced Chu Qing's face, and the blood slid down his cheek. Stimulated by the smell of blood, Chu Qing's body couldn't help but tremble.
This kind of poison is attracted by blood. The person who is poisoned will be extremely thirsty for blood. If he does not get the nourishment of blood for more than an hour, his whole body will fester and his spiritual power will escape. For Chu Qing, his cultivation will be reduced overnight. Go backwards, and even be unable to condense the golden elixir from now on.
He absolutely cannot bear such consequences.
But Wanrou, as a bewitcher, also feels uncomfortable. Her lifespan has been reduced to one-third of its original length. If Chu Qing can survive this hour, she will be wiped out by the poison.
Chu Qing's resistance became fierce. He only knew that he must not eat the flesh and blood of the same kind. However, the skin on his body was chapped and even his eyes felt burning and stinging. Apart from closing his ears and turning a deaf ear, he could not find any other way. Way to resist.
In his consciousness, a soul that had been sleeping for a long time felt the call. Chu Qing was wrapped more and more tightly in the spider web, and subconsciously began to call Taotie.
The third eye on her forehead also started to move. Wanrou, the bewitcher, felt that the palm of her right hand was a little hot. When she was feeling frightened, she heard a voice blasting in her ears.
"Who are you?"
These three short words made Wanrou's energy and blood surge. Just when she was puzzled, she heard a deafening dragon roar!
Although Taotie was sealed, the dragon soul was still there. The dragon's eye on Chu Qing's forehead instantly emitted a light that shot straight into the sky, dispersing the black mist and heading straight to the sky!
Even Wen Minwu, who was thousands of miles away, could see it clearly, and did not dare to look directly at such a bright light. Wanrou, the bewitcher, was the first to bear the brunt. A poisonous tattoo on her chest instantly turned into reality and swallowed her whole body. Go in.
"Master, what should I do? The elders are counterattacking!"
A bunch of monks in the Eternal Life Hall were at a loss for a moment, and they all looked at the master with the highest status in the trip. A trace of unwillingness flashed across her face, and then she left with the monks directly.
"Chu Qing will never give up if the bewitching fails. Let's go back to Wanfa Immortal Sect and deal with him slowly."
Hearing that Master wanted to give up Elder Wanrou, none of the remaining people dared to object, and they followed behind Master obediently.
By the time Wen Minwu arrived at the mass grave where Chu Qing was, the arrogant beam of light had disappeared.
Perhaps it was the remnant soul left by Taotie that protected Chu Qing, or Chu Qing's obsession summoned Taotie. In short, nine out of ten of the poisons in Chu Qing's body had been cured, so there was nothing serious.
Wen Minwu picked up Chu Qing with one hand and prepared to set out to settle the score with that sleepy Wushuangjian. As a magical weapon, it is simply too undisciplined to disregard the safety of its owner.