"Woke up?"
In the haze, Meng Qi heard a deep man's voice resounding in his mind.
The voice seemed far away, yet at the same time seemed very close to him.
She only felt that her head was heavy, and there was no pain anywhere in her body, especially the meridians and Linghai, as if they had been completely smashed and put together again.
Even her limbs and muscles, as well as the muscles all over her body, seemed to have been crushed by boulders, and countless small needles were piercing her.
"Hmm—" Meng Qi snorted, her eyelashes trembled a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes.
In the eyes, it is a dark gray stone wall.
The surroundings were gloomy, and there were two fist-sized pearls floating in mid-air, exuding a soft light.
"Shark beads?!" Meng Qi's eyes widened.
Only then did she smell that the air was filled with the breath of the sea, vigorous and mighty, as if she was in the sea.
The breath of the shark bead was inhaled by her, stroking every inch of her meridians and flesh and blood like sea water, so that the pain in her body could be slightly relieved.
Meng Qi's mind has also sobered up a lot.
She exhaled slowly, and her spiritual consciousness quickly penetrated into her spiritual sea.
Before coma, he had successfully crossed the catastrophe, and the spiritual sea at this time had expanded about three times compared to the golden core stage.
The spiritual energy in the spiritual sea was overflowing, and her inner alchemy was quietly suspended in the sky.
Strands of spiritual energy slowly seeped out from the inner alchemy, and slowly poured into this spiritual sea.
The Five Spirit Cauldron floated in the air, beside the bamboo slips that Lin Yan gave her. The bamboo slips seemed to become more lustrous than before, exuding a faint light.
The improvement of the cultivator's great realm will also have some impact on the natal magic weapon. At this time, the Wuling Ding Ding looked more gentle and exquisite than before, and even the patterns on the Ding Ding became more complicated.
Meng Qi's spiritual sense penetrated into the Wuling Cauldron, knowing that if he used it to refine medicine in the future, the time spent would be reduced by 10%, and the efficacy of the medicine would be increased by 10%.
The wisps of aura on the inner alchemy are divided into two strands at this moment, and part of it enters the Five Spirits Cauldron, is tempered in the Five Spirits Cauldron, and then slowly pours into the Spiritual Sea.
The other part is to explore the small bamboo slips.
The aura wrapped the bamboo slip in the middle, and it became thicker and thicker, until finally it seemed to become a light cocoon, and the bamboo slip was completely surrounded by the aura light cocoon.
"Huh?" Meng Qi was a little surprised.
She hurriedly observed the bamboo slips carefully, the aura light cocoon was getting thicker and bigger.
When it was almost bigger than the Five Spirit Cauldron, a small opening suddenly opened at the top of the light cocoon, and the spiritual energy wrapped in the bamboo slips gushed out, and the light cocoon instantly turned into countless silvery white silk threads, which were submerged in the Five Spirit Cauldron.
Huh? !
Meng Qi's eyes widened slightly.
She could clearly feel that these spiritual energy did not fall into the spiritual sea with another part of the spiritual energy, but stayed in the Five Spirit Cauldron.
The Five Spirit Cauldron is her natal magic weapon, and she is born with a ray of consciousness connected to her, which allows her to perceive every subtle change in the Five Spirit Cauldron.
Now Meng Qi discovered that the spiritual energy from the bamboo slips to the five spirit cauldron did not return to the spiritual sea in the end, but deposited in the cauldron and was slowly absorbed by the small cauldron.
She was taken aback.
Of course, the natal magic weapon also needs to be promoted, but the way of promotion is different from that of a cultivator.
The natal magic weapon does not need spiritual energy. Even if it stays in the cultivator's spiritual sea all the year round, it usually only receives spiritual warmth. In this way, over the years, it will become more and more connected with the cultivator, which is obviously different from ordinary magic weapons.
Why did the Five Spirit Cauldron "leave" these auras
Meng Qi sat there in a daze, her spiritual consciousness still paying attention to the movement of the aura in the Five Spirit Cauldron.
After tempered by the bamboo slips, the ball of spiritual energy became a small white ball, which looked more condensed, as if it was real, and it was slowly spinning in the belly of Wuling Dingding.
Then the small group of spiritual energy became less and less, and became thinner and thinner, and it was about to disappear completely in the small cauldron.
Just at this moment, another cloud of pure white spiritual energy flew into the Five Spirit Cauldron.
Meng Qi's consciousness subconsciously turned to the bamboo slips, and sure enough, a new light cocoon of aura began to gradually wrap around it.
Live forever.
This was something Meng Qi had never experienced before. She raised her head subconsciously and looked at the young man in black who was leaning on the side.
Ji Wujiong clasped his arms around his chest, lazily leaning against the rock wall of the cave.
The shark beads floated up and down in the air, and the lustrous light shone on his handsome facial features, even the corners of his usually vicious lips seemed softer.
The amethyst gossip plate floated beside her, twinkling.
A hint of disappointment that she didn't notice appeared in Meng Qi's eyes.
She turned her eyes away, stabilized her mind, and exhaled slowly.
It turned out to be Ji Wujiong, not...
She was slightly taken aback, a trace of confusion flashed across her eyes, and then she became clear again very quickly.
"How long have I been in a coma?" Meng Qi withdrew the ray of consciousness that had entered the spiritual sea, and rubbed his head with his hands.
As soon as he raised his hand, the pain from thousands of needles piercing his body swept over again, more intense than before.
Meng Qi frowned, holding back her muffled hum, but her face turned pale in an instant, and beads of sweat ooze from her forehead.
"Three days." Ji Wujiong still sat lazily leaning against the stone wall.
He looked at Meng Qi's pale face, and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "You're not bad, but you woke up in three days. I thought you'd be in a coma for ten days and a half, maybe you'd just collapse like this Bad, I can't wake up again."
While talking, he beckoned casually, and the amethyst gossip disk flew over and circled Meng Qi several times quickly.
Then "Hula" pounced on her cheek, rubbed against her face, and then disappeared with a wobble.
Meng Qi was noncommittal, and tilted her head slightly.
She now understands a little bit, what Ji Wujiong said earlier, how terrible the pain that even a cultivator may not be able to bear.
The light is to forcibly introduce the aura in the spirit stone into the body, and then use it for his own use.
Every moment seems to be delaying myself.
Not to mention, the terrifying, mighty and tyrannical catastrophe, which is obviously more terrifying than the catastrophe of the ordinary cultivator Jindan to the Nascent Soul stage.
If one is not careful, it may be death.
Meng Qi let out another breath.
Even now, the pain on his body has not weakened at all, and he can only breathe carefully.
"What?" Ji Wujiong stared at her expressionless face and raised his eyebrows, "Are you really planning to continue practicing with this method?"
He paused, and then said: "It's just as painful as it is from Jindan to Nascent Soul. It will be even more terrifying when Nascent Soul is distracted. What's more, can you survive the catastrophe in the future? Huh?"
Meng Qi turned her head slightly again, looking at Ji Wujiong's injured face.
After leaving Falling Star Sea, the scars on his face became more obvious.
Previously, there were only three narrow wounds on Ji Wujiong's face. It's just that the wound is relatively long, stretching almost from his eyebrows to his ear, and the three scars occupy almost half of the left face.
In addition, the color is black, so it looks a little hideous.
Now the wound on Ji Wujiong's face is wider than before, and the black color has begun to infiltrate the skin around the wound. The wound is even slightly cracked, and the black flesh rolled up inside can be seen, and black air seeps out from the wound from time to time. It looks even more hideous and terrifying.
Ji Wujiong's right face is still intact, no matter which realm of the Three Realms he is placed in, he will be a top handsome man.
The left side of the face made people unwilling to even take a second look.
It wasn't all the ugliness brought about by the wound, but a kind of demonic, demonic and terrifying feeling.
Ji Wujiong didn't care, and frankly showed the wound on his face.
It's just that there was a faint smile in his eyes, and the corners of his lips raised slightly, as if he was laughing at himself or something, making the wound look even weirder.
Ji Wujiong suddenly sneered, reached out and touched his left cheek: "Did you guess it?"
he asked suddenly.
Meng Qi withdrew her gaze, and responded lightly, "I'm a medical practitioner."
She said this sentence when she and Ji Wujiong were still enemies in the Great Competition Barrier, when they got along very unhappy.
Speaking now, obviously only a few months have passed. For Nascent Soul cultivators, it is just a short moment in a long life, but time has changed, and things are right and wrong in the vicissitudes of life.
Ji Wujiong touched the wound on his face again: "I don't care..."
Before he finished speaking, Meng Qi turned to glance at him.
When she first met Ji Wujiong, the other party clearly covered his face with a black veil.
"Hmm...cough cough..." The green-robed woman in front of him obviously didn't say anything, but Ji Wujiong still coughed a few times uncomfortably, "Well, what I mean is, we men don't care about looks that much. As long as you are strong enough, no one cares whether you are beautiful or ugly. Women are different after all... "
"What's the difference?" Meng Qi tilted his head slightly again, and looked at Ji Wujiong puzzled, "Isn't it the same practice, the strong are respected?"
Ji Wujiong is rarely speechless: "..."
He stared at Meng Qi, and then snorted for a while, then squinted at Meng Qi: "There are countless beauties in the demon world, enchanting, pure, hot and passionate... beauties of enchanting cultivation, they are famous in the three worlds, and there are all kinds of beauties. You Look at Sikong Xing, she can be considered a top beauty in the Three Thousand Worlds, but in the Demon World, she can't be ranked. You really don't care at all?"
Meng Qi thought about it seriously: "The stars are quite beautiful."
Ji Wujiong: "..."
After Meng Qi finished speaking, she stretched out her hand to support the wall of the cave and stood up slowly.
She lowered her head to look at her palm, the thin red lines outlined an extremely complicated and exquisite magic circle.
Meng Qi slowly clenched her fist, then looked at Ji Wujiong again.
She thought about it again, and said, "I can try to heal this injury."
After Meng Qi finished speaking, she raised her head and looked outside the cave.
When she came here earlier, the cave was hidden in the forest, and it was extremely quiet.
Now the trees outside the cave seemed to have encountered a terrible catastrophe that could wipe out the entire family. Within a mile of the cave, all the trees were turned into ashes.
Ji Wujiong also stood up.
He walked slowly to Meng Qi's side, looked out of the cave side by side with her, and sneered slightly when he saw this: "Jing Yuetian is also recognized as the number one Dharma cultivation sect in the three thousand worlds, from Jindan to Yuanying's catastrophe, It is really rare and strange to let the elders of the sect come out to investigate in person, and they are timid and cautious."
Meng Qi let out a "hmm".
She took a deep breath, and casually took out another mysterious spirit stone from the kit beside her.
The mysterious spirit stone stuck to her palm circle, and the thin red lines that were originally dark red suddenly turned bright red, like fresh blood.
Those blood-like red threads slowly probed towards the mysterious spirit stone, enveloping it.
A trace of spiritual energy, along the red line, flowed from the mysterious spirit stone to Meng Qi's palm...
Her face suddenly changed color, large beads of sweat rolled from the corners of her forehead, and her face became extremely pale.
Three narrow black lines appeared on Meng Qi's originally smooth skin on the left side of his face.
Under the fair and delicate skin, the thin black lines became more and more obvious. In fact, just like this, it's not so scary.
But if you look closely at her cheek again, you will see that there seems to be something surging and rolling under the thin layer of skin... as if it will break through the skin and gushe out at any time.
She has a beautiful complexion, and her cheeks are much fairer than Ji Wujiong's, so she looks rather ferocious indeed.
"Hello!" Ji Wujiong's expression changed, and he grabbed Meng Qi's wrist, "You're dying?!"
After he finished speaking, he waved away the mysterious spirit stone in Meng Qi's hand: "You just survived the catastrophe, and the spiritual sea is unstable, are you crazy?!"
Meng Qi didn't speak, her wonderful eyes moved, and her gaze swept across Ji Wujiong's face coldly.
"What are you staring at me for?" Ji Wujiong snorted coldly, "Those idiots don't understand, but I know what you want to do."
He didn't dare to meet Meng Qi's eyes, but turned his head to look outside the cave, snorted again, and then continued: "The battle between the demon kings is indeed dangerous..."
When Ji Wujiong said this, he took a quick look at Meng Qi again, and said, "Okay, okay, as far as I know, every time the demon lord orders out, the demon world will be covered in blood for three months, and the sky is darkened. Countless sky demons have fallen, and some weaker ethnic groups may be exterminated if they stand on the wrong team. But he is the demon king, he won the last fight, and if he fights again in a hundred years, how could he lose?! Meng Qi... "
Ji Wujiong looked at Meng Qi: "I can understand your mood, but are you looking down on Yaojun? Or are you looking down on True Lord Baihu?"
"Or..." His eyes flickered slightly, and he touched his chin with great interest: "Is there anything else I don't know? After all, with your blind worship of Yun Qingyan, you shouldn't be worried about him."
"Hmph." Meng Qi rarely snorted softly.
She leaned over to pick up the mysterious spirit stone thrown away by Ji Wujiong, without explaining the problem.
"Let me guess. We don't know what happened after meeting Lin Yan in Falling Star Sea, and you suddenly changed. Hurry up and get rid of those who are holding back, and suddenly don't insist on worshiping Yunqing Yan has become a teacher. Knowing that his talent is not enough, he is even willing to worship under me. He would rather damage his appearance and endure severe pain to improve his cultivation... "
Ji Wujiong wasn't angry either, now he and Meng Qi were the only two people present, his eyes flickered, and he only had a vague idea of what Lin Yan had said to Meng Qi at that time.
After all, he is also a cave cultivator.
Lin Yan is a great power in ancient times, even if his cultivation base is damaged and he retreats to the void stage, he will not make any progress in his life. But the other party was still the last great doctor in the mysterious realm ten thousand years ago, and Ji Wujiong was not comparable to him after all.
But he was also much better than Sikong Xing and the others. Those people didn't even know that so many things happened afterwards. They probably only thought that they fell into a coma for a while, and then they were sent out of Falling Star Sea by Lin Yan.
Sikong Xing and the others didn't even know what the forest was used for.
"Is there some ancient secret or inheritance?" Ji Wujiong frowned slightly.
He folded his arms around his chest, and the slender fingers of his left hand tapped lightly on his arm.
Meng Qi pouted, but still didn't answer the question.
She thought for a while, then walked out of the cave: "Let's go."
"It's okay if you don't tell me, I'll find out sooner or later." Ji Wujiong walked lightly, "But don't worry too much. You are not a magic cultivator after all, so it's not a way to go on like this. The Dao foundation will be greatly damaged, and it is very easy to die under the catastrophe when distracted by the catastrophe."
"I know." Meng Qi said: "The demon cultivator relies on the star magic circle and the power of the stars to cultivate, and his cultivation speed is faster than that of the cultivator and the demon cultivator. The demon cultivator's natural physique transcends the three realms, and he can cultivate from the outside to the inside, from the body to the Tao The cultivators of our three thousand worlds have the strongest learning ability, and how many of them have become magic formulas, magic weapons, elixirs, etc., all of them are cultivators from the three thousand worlds."
"It's good that you know." Ji Wujiong walked down the mountain side by side with her, "Actually, if you don't worry, follow me for a hundred years, let me teach and teach, and the future achievements will be limitless. If you want me to say, Taoist or something It’s all nothingness, and only practice is the right path. You might as well just let it go, anyway…”
Before he finished speaking, Meng Qi glanced over.
She didn't look very cold, but Ji Wujiong shut her mouth all of a sudden.
He had already experienced Meng Qi's obsession with Yun Qingyan in the first confrontation with Dabi's enchantment.
"Write more reminders from Master." Meng Qi's tone was light.
Her eyelids drooped slightly, her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she focused on walking forward.
Ji Wujiong: "..."
He looked sideways at Meng Qi. Why did he finally get his wish? Now that Meng Qi called him Master, the other's tone didn't seem forced, but he didn't feel happy at all? !
"Cough...cough cough..." Ji Wujiong cleared his throat, "Since you have entered my sect and become the heir of my Ji family, I should always tell you something about me."
"Oh." Meng Qi replied again, "Master, please tell me."
"Where are we going now?" Ji Wujiong didn't talk about himself first, but instead asked, "Going back to Mirror Moon City?"
"Yes." Meng Qi nodded, "I want to see if I can cure Jingyuetian's young master."