Fortunately, in this wild star valley, he is and so is he.
The ninth sharp thorn pierced through the entire spine of Qingshui's back spine. It did not emerge from half an inch, and all went deep into it, and even the wound was not visible, as if it had grown out of thin air.
The unconscious Qing Shui still has pain and distortion on his face, but in the same way, there is also a trace of comfort and happiness. This comfort is because of Wang Lin, and this happiness is also because of Wang Lin.
After a brief exhalation, Wang Lin's tired expression dissipated slightly. He took a deep breath, lifted up the unconscious water, fixed his back to him, his eyes were like electricity, staring at his thin back.
The spine on his back was all bulged, looking shocking.
After a long time, Wang Lin looked solemn and slowly raised his right hand, slowly pressing his index finger on Qing Shui's back spine, as if he was looking for something, his brows were tightly frowned, as if thinking.
"Fortunately, it has not yet fully merged with its spine. If it is a while and once it is completely merged, then this thorn can no longer be removed... It is not only a physical body, but also the soul of Qingshui Brother, even if it is changed A physical body would do the same..." Wang Lin pondered a sudden movement of his index finger and directly pierced into the first spine of Qing Shui's back.
Shimizu shook her body, opened her eyes and gritted her teeth to prevent the pain from spreading.
"Brother, the pain of this ninth thorn will be more severe than the previous eight..." Wang Lin said softly.
"I have endured pain all my life and I am used to it." Shimizu's voice was hoarse, but it was calm without any fluctuations.
There was sorrow in Wang Lin's eyes. After a light sigh, he no longer hesitated and said in a low voice, "Hold it."
As he said, his right hand slammed inward, directly breaking through the flesh and blood of Qing Shui's back, piercing into his spine, and squeezing inward with both fingers like electricity.
Immediately, a weak sharp thorn was directly pinched by Wang Lin's two fingers.
Qing Shui's complexion was pale and cold sweat was secreted, but he clenched his teeth, turning the pain into a flame of hatred, burning in his eyes.
Wang Lin squeezed the weak sharp thorn and slowly pulled it outward. This feeling was just like using it for marrow pumping. Few people could bear the pain.
Wang Lin's expression was extremely solemn, not allowing his fingers to tremble at all, pinching the sharp thorn, and slowly pulling it out. Every inch he pulled out, Qing Shui would tremble and groan, and his hands clung to the ground firmly, and grabbed directly. Out of the pit.
Wang Lin couldn't see Qing Shui's expression, so he spent all his energy on those two fingers. As he slowly pulled up, he always maintained a gentle speed. He didn't dare to be too violent. The sharp thorns were soft. Although they were not completely fused with Shimizu's spine, they were fused with most of them. In this way, he had to Be more careful.
As time passed, the ninth sharp thorn was very long, and Wang Lin pulled out most of the time in half a stick of incense. There was sweat on his forehead, but he ignored it, but always looked at the sharp thorn.
The sharp thorn that was pulled out was black all over, and a large amount of black blood dripped on the ground, making a creaking sound.
"Suddenly pull it out!" The calm voice, as if squeezed out between the teeth, entered Wang Lin's ears.
Wang Lin was silent, and in an instant he slammed his right hand outwards, pulling all the sharp thorns out of the clear water spine with a whirr. The black blood sprayed out, and the clear water spurted out a mouthful of blood, his back was high. The bulging spine slowly calmed down in the weird creeping movement.
A violent gasp came from Qing Shui's mouth. His eyes were red, and it took a long time to calm down. He pinched his hands and began to meditate.
Wang Lin's face was pale, he threw the Nali thorn and closed his eyes to meditate, and took out the ninth thorn. He felt the same way, as if he took out his own bone marrow again. The pain, although not as strong as clear water, was also very strong.
Half an hour later, Wang Lin opened his eyes.
"Brother, the last one..." Wang Lin said softly.
Qing Shui exhaled slowly, turned to face Wang Lin, silently looking at the junior in front of him, looking at his tired look, looking at the red, dry blood covered in his body, his eyes softened.
"You're grown up..." Shimizu smiled on his face. The younger brother in front of him is no longer the little monk who needed to stand in front of him to block the wind and rain, but has become a generation of strong men who can shake the starry sky.
Wang Lin looked at Qingshui with a smile, although this smile was tired, but it revealed his real happiness.
"Is there any wine?" Shimizu waved his hands. His body had been imprisoned for many years, and now he was a little stranger.
Wang Lin nodded, lifted his right hand up and grabbed the void, a crack in the storage appeared, and a hip flask flew out of it.
Shimizu laughed, grabbed the hip flask, took a big sip in his mouth, the pungent sensation spread all over the body, let him exhale a long breath, and handed the hip flask to Wang Lin.
After Wang Lin took it, he put it to his mouth and took a big sip. A hot sensation spread from his body. He looked at each other with Qing Shui and laughed at the same time.
The two laughed extremely happily, this kind of hearty and bold laughter is rarely seen in Qingshui, and Wang Lin does the same.
"After this thorn is taken out, I can restore my cultivation and make a lot more diligent! The origin of killing, the origin of killing..." Shimizu said, his expression flashed with sadness, but he was deeply hidden. Taking the hip flask from Wang Lin, he took another sip.
"Come on, take out the last thorn!" Qing Shui put down the hip flask, his eyes glistened. With this appearance, Wang Lin faintly let Wang Lin see the Qing Shui!
"This last sharp thorn is in the blood vessels of your whole body! This thorn is probably the longest one!" Wang Lin slowly opened his mouth while looking at the bulging objects in the blood vessels on Qing Shui's body.
"From here, I remember that this sharp thorn entered from here." Shimizu showed thoughts, and after a moment of concentration, his right hand lifted a finger to the heart of his chest. Under one of his fingers, a line appeared on his chest. The bloody scars separated from flesh and blood, exposing the blue blood vessels underneath.
Taking a deep breath, Shimizu did not think about it, and directly pinched the blood vessel violently. His expression was calm and he didn't see any pain, but the contraction of his pupils was enough to explain his current situation. How deep is the pain.
Wang Lin's eyes flashed, his right hand lifted up and swiped forward, directly cutting off the blood vessel that Qing Shui's chest nibbled. The blood vessel was broken. As soon as the blood was sprayed, it was immediately coagulated by Wang Lin's seal. It refers to go deep into the blood vessel at the other end and pinch it inward as it expands.
As if grabbing something, Wang Lin jerked outwards, Qing Shui's body trembled sharply before, and his complexion that had just recovered somewhat pale suddenly, but he gritted his teeth and lowered his head, staring at the blood vessels in his chest, dragging Wang Lin. Moved, the half purple thorn that was drawn out!
The sharp thorn was softer, like a snake, still twisting his body when he was caught halfway through.
Every time he twisted, the cold sweat on Shimizu's forehead would increase. He simply grabbed the jug next to him and took another big sip in his mouth.
At the moment he drank this sip of wine, Wang Lin pinched the purple sharp thorn with his right hand and yanked it outwards. The sharp thorn was twisted and was pulled out of the length of seven feet. Qing Shui's complexion was already blue and his lips were twisted. Trembling, low roars faintly came from his mouth, he stared at the sky firmly, the anger in his eyes burned again, and even more so under the severe pain, the hip flask he was holding in his right hand was directly crushed, and the wine inside. It sprayed and fell all around.
"Wang Lin, do you have any strong liquor..."
In Wang Lin's silence, he raised his left hand and grabbed it, and a cyan jug appeared. It was not wine, but the blood of the flame dragon given by the old Suzaku!
This blood is very strong!
Clear water took the flask and drank it in his mouth. He took a long breath and laughed: "It's a fishy smell, but it's also sweet. Where is this wine? This is obviously blood, but this blood wine is strong enough! Wang Lin , Pull out all the sharp thorns!"
With a solemn look, Wang Lin grabbed the sharp thorn's two fingers and yanked it outwards. Under Qing Shui's low roar, he pulled out most of it! Countless blue veins swelled up in Shimizu's body, all condensed towards his chest while squirming.
Even more under Wang Lin's tugging, the solidified cultivation base in Qing Shui's body was loosened, and a suffocating aura rose to the sky, turning into a billowing black cloud that filled the sky with a killing aura, which was extremely rich in this instant!
Pieces of black snow slowly fell from the cloud and scattered on the ground.
"You take a rest, I'll do it myself." Shimizu's eyes flashed cold, and the whole person stood up, put the hip flask with his right hand on his mouth and took another sip, and his left hand lifted a handful of the purple sharp thorn that grabbed his chest, and slammed outwards. One drag.
With a bang, the blue veins wriggling all over his body became more violent, and the purple sharp thorns were suddenly pulled out by the clear water.
"I have sealed this immortal monarch for these years, today, you will come out to me!" Qing Shui's voice was extremely cold, as if he didn't care about the pain, grabbing the last purple thorn in his chest, pulling it but hearing a boom. , Nali Thorn was dragged in half by him!
It was connected to its blood vessel, and the broken half immediately shrank, as if it wanted to hide in the blood vessel again. Clear water didn’t even look at it. After throwing away the snake-twisted sharp thorn in his hand, his two fingers became a sword, shaking the earth. The aura of the origin of the killing suddenly diffused, and his two fingers instantly pressed into the blood vessels in his chest.
"Since you don't want to come out, then you can die in your own body!" At the moment Qing Shui's fingers fell, the black snow that descended from heaven and earth hurriedly went straight to his chest, and there was something that moved Wang Lin. With the two fingers of clear water, the origin of killing rushed into the blood vessels in his body frantically.
The banging sound continued from Qingshui's body, and the creeping blue veins on his body immediately screamed like a scream, and it calmed down quickly, but it was the sharp thorn that resembled a living thing. In an instant, He was directly bombarded by Shimizu's killing source in his body.
Shimizu's body shook, and a large amount of black blood spurted out of her mouth. His thin body swelled directly, slowly growing flesh and blood, and returning to the original state.
Even at this moment, the killing origin in his body directly broke out into the sky. The sky and the earth were instantly dark, and under the black snowflakes, at the end of the sky, an illusory door appeared!
The gate of the sky!