Meng Qi and Li Che blinked, nodded at the same time, said "Oh", and then turned their eyes back to the injured female Faxiu.
"No wonder..." Li Che muttered in a low voice, "I've read a book about the sword qi wounds of the major sword cultivating sects in the three thousand worlds."
He paused at this point, recalling the records he had read in the book: "Duankongmen likes to use narrow swords, which are sharp and fast, and the sword energy often penetrates the body and hurts the spiritual sea."
Li Che said: "So I was injured by Duankongmen, but the external injury is not bad. If the spiritual sea is damaged, it often takes months or even years to recover from the injury."
"Hmm." Meng Qi pointed and pressed it on the forehead of the female Faxiu, and said, "I have read similar books. But can Duankongmen be left in the spiritual sea of the cultivator? It's all because of the sword energy."
She paused, and said: "The Duankong Sect has been passed down since ancient times, and some of the magic circles in their sect have been passed down."
"Sword array?" Li Che asked.
"The sword formation is part." Meng Qi said, "But they can incorporate the magic formation into their sword moves."
She thought for a while, and then explained: "Dark Cloud Peak is a double-cultivator of swordsmanship, so the people they hurt? It is often the damage of the five elements caused by trauma and magic."
"I understand!" Li Che clapped his hands abruptly, "Duankongmen is the external injury plus the magic circle injury."
"That's it." Meng Qi smiled slightly.
"It's a pity now? Formation repair is rare, and what kind of magic circle injury is it, we rarely see it."
"The magic circle contains too many things, and I can't explain it clearly at the moment." Meng Qi said: "For example, my silver needle uses a magic circle, and the silver needle can carry medicinal energy and send it into the meridians."
"I've seen Duankongmen's sword formation. The sword formation is okay, but I think Qiao Daoyou should also use the formation to carry the sword energy, so it can hurt Linghai."
The girl in Tsing Yi frowned slightly, and said again: "It just so happened that this fellow Taoist's spiritual energy was exhausted, and the sword energy took advantage of the void to enter, so it hurt Linghai."
"So that's how it is!" Li Che was fascinated: "The magic circle has such a magical effect..."
His eyes suddenly lit up: "The magic circle can carry sword energy, so if we can carve a magic circle on the elixir, and the pill can carry the healing formula, wouldn't it be... Huh?!"
Li Che suddenly remembered: "I remember that Master once saw such a medicine in? Tianwaitian, that is, engraved a magic circle on the pill, and the magic circle carried the formula of medical practice. The pill and the formula of medical practice strengthened each other, and the medicinal properties were improved. greatly improved."
"It is said that although it is only the most common and lowest-grade Beiming Pill, it is also directly auctioned in Tianwaitian's auction house, and the quantity is extremely small. Our Canghai Academy cannot afford it."
When he said this, he couldn't help but sigh softly: "The medical practitioner who can come up with this method is really a genius. But it's a fellow practitioner of the medical team. I am afraid that only the Fengmeng, a medical sect that has been passed down from ancient times, can produce such a person? "
Li Che paused, and then said: "It would be great if every doctor would know this method."
"Hmm." Meng Qi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she responded in a low voice.
The two of them talked and talked, and the hands didn't stop.
The female Faxiu who was lying on the ground suddenly moved her arms slightly, let out a low groan, and slowly opened her eyes.
"You??!" The first thing she saw was not Meng Qi and Li Che who were squatting aside, but Qiao Ran standing behind them holding a sword.
The fingers of the young female Dharma cultivator trembled slightly, and a blooming rose appeared in the palm of her hand. The rose petals had just turned red before they disappeared into her palm.
Her arms were also hanging down, her long eyelashes were trembling slightly, her pale lips could not utter a second word.
"Be careful!" Li Che pointed and pressed lightly on the forehead of the female Dharma cultivator, and then stuffed a blue Beiming Pill into her mouth, "Friend Daoist? Your spiritual energy is exhausted, and the spiritual sea appears Cracks, don't try to be brave."
As he spoke, he motioned for Meng Qi to help the female Faxiu aside and lie down.
Qiao Ran shrugged and looked helplessly at the two of them. After busy work, it wasn't until the female Faxiu was lying behind the relatively safe city wall that he asked, "What's the matter with you?"
As he said, he looked at Meng Qi, then at Li Che: "You? Why are you two together? This person? Who is it?"
"Huh?" Li Che was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the female cultivator in Tsing Yi standing beside him.
Qiao Ran was so angry that she couldn't help laughing: "Don't you? Don't you forget that you are still on the battlefield of the Ten Absolutes?"
He pointed at Meng Qi, and then at Li Che: "According to the rules, you two belong to different camps."
"You? Why are you here?" Meng Qi asked.
She stared at Qiao Ran's eyes, and the eyes of the other party were clear. There was no trace of blood in his eyes, and it seemed that he was not affected by the Thousand Emperor Bell.
"We went around to the other side of the city wall and heard the bell and the sound from this side, so I'll come over first to have a look." Qiao Ran said.
He looked around: "What's going on here? I just saw Master, and he said he was going to meet the Thousand Emperor Bell... Junior Sister Meng, what is that?"
"Junior Sister?" Li Che stared blankly at Qiao Ran, then at Meng Qi.
"Let's talk about this later." Qiao Ran waved his hand, "Where did Master go?"
"Thousand Emperor Bell." Meng Qi said, "Didn't you hear the bell?"
"No?" Qiao Ran shook his head resolutely, "If there is a bell, even if I didn't hear it, Daoyou Pei and his junior brother probably didn't hear it."
Meng Qi's heart moved, and she faintly felt that there was something wrong? Something was right, but she couldn't say it? Where did it come out? Yes.
"Here..." Qiao Ran said, looking around again, a little dazed, "Why is it so messy?"
The Tianzi camp and the Dizi camp have already fought together. Although they are few in number, it seems that the cultivators of the Dizi camp are also fighting with their own people.
Qiao Ran couldn't read it at all? Got it.
Just as Meng Qi was about to answer, Li Che suddenly let out a soft "Huh".
"Be careful!" He yelled?, and stepped forward by mistake, and walked around behind Meng Qi.
A tall cultivator just fell from mid-air, and his natal sword broke into two pieces, and "clang clang clang" fell beside him one after the other.
"Ah!" Although Li Che is a medical practitioner, he is also a practitioner who is about to reach the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul. With a flick of the sleeve of the robe, he placed it on Jianxiu's waist, and put him firmly on the ground.
"Meng Qiqi." He didn't forget to greet Meng Qi, "You? Come and see!"
No? It's just Meng Qi, even Qiao Ran followed.
"It's my senior brother!" Qiao Ran said, "It's the eldest disciple of the third senior uncle. Ah, his sword..."
Qiao Ran looked at the two broken swords that fell on the ground.
The sword was still stained with fresh blood, and he didn't know whether it was his master's or the enemy's.
Li Che leveled Qiao Ran's senior brother, the sword cultivator of Duankongmen, and pressed his fingers on his forehead. A ray of spiritual energy was sent out from his fingertips and penetrated into that person's body.
"Huh?" Li Che suddenly exhaled softly, opened his eyes and looked at Meng Qi, "It's so strange!"
He said: "His spiritual sea...Meng Qiqi, you? Come and see. Huh?"
He watched? Meng Qi stretched out his hand, and gently cut open the wound of Duan Kongmen Jianxiu.
In the opponent's blood, there was a dark golden light flashing again.
"Wan Zombie Silkworm!" Li Che exclaimed, "It's Wan Zombie Silkworm again! This, this... isn't this? It's so right!"
Meng Qi has already skillfully soaked her hands with the medicine juice, pulled out the silk of the tens of thousands of silkworms, and skillfully pulled out the silks of the tens of thousands of stiff silkworms in the opponent's body.
No? After a while, Meng Qi put away the knotted cocoon and asked, "What's wrong with him?"
"The spiritual sea is in chaos." Li Che looked away from the wound, and said, "The spiritual energy is like a storm, is it? His spiritual sea is rampant."
He tilted his head slightly, and frowned slightly: "It seems that he is not practicing? It seems like he is insane."
Meng Qi nodded, and pressed his fingers on the man's forehead.
"Hmm." She withdrew her fingers for a moment, and gently pressed the fingertips of her right hand with her left hand.
"How?" Li Che asked.
"No? It's crazy." Meng Qi took a deep breath, "It's poisoned."
With a firm tone, she stretched out her hand to lift up the Duan Buddhism disciple, and gently raised his eyelids.
Facing the sunlight, the Duan Buddhism disciple's eyes were blood-colored and confused, but under the blood-color, several dark green filaments could be seen.
"Sure enough!" Li Che's expression became serious, he took out a silver needle he used often, and gently inserted it into the disciple's eyes.
"This is..." He retracted the silver needle and lowered his head slightly, "It's Gu poison!"
The disciples of the Southern Medical Cultivation Sect are always more familiar with Gu poison. After all, there is the largest jungle swamp in the three thousand worlds, filled with poisonous insects and flowers, and there are also sects that specialize in raising poisonous insects for a living.
Li Che brought the silver needle closer and sniffed it lightly, a little unsure: "It seems to be the rotten smell of fallen leaves accumulated for hundreds of years. This is..."
He frowned, and then looked into the eyes of the Duan Buddhism disciple: "There are thin green lines in the eyes, Linghai..."
After Li Che finished speaking, he pressed his finger on that person's forehead, and sure enough, the other party's spiritual sea became quiet again. The frenzied spiritual energy storm just now seemed to have never existed before, except for the coma. Linghai is as calm as a lake, and there is no sign of injury at all.
He frowned suddenly, and exchanged glances with Meng Qi who happened to be looking up at him.
"Dry Rong Gu!" The two of them blurted out in unison.
"What is Dry Glory Gu?" Qiao Ran stood behind Meng Qi with a sword in his hand, and glanced at the unconscious Duankongmen disciple indifferently, but watched his surroundings vigilantly from the corner of his eyes.
Because of their master, their lineage has always been somewhat independent in the sect, and they don't have good friends with other disciples.
What's more, the relationship between the third uncle and his master Ling Ji has always been harmonious, and the relationship between them and the disciples under the third uncle's school is also mediocre.
Compared to that, Qiao Ran was more concerned about Meng Qi's safety.
They are now hiding behind the city wall, which is used as a cover, and those cultivators have already turned red eyes, no one? Noticed that Meng Qi and Li Che, two little doctors, are still safe .
Qiao Ran still didn't dare to slack off, the natal sword was hanging beside him, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and could jump up and hurt the enemy at any time.
"Withering Glory Gu..." Li Che's voice trembled slightly, "This... this..."
"Kurong Gu is one of the seven legendary poisonous Gu." Meng Qi took the words, with a cold and calm tone, "produced in a swamp full of poisonous insects. Under the rotten leaves that have accumulated for thousands of years, under? We can't see ?In the small world of the world, the poisonous insects bite and fight for the right to survive, the loser is swallowed by the winner, and the victorious poisonous insect has accumulated in its body? Do you know how many toxins."
"The poisonous king finally fell in the swamp. Under the protection of the rotten leaves, the corpse would not perish for a thousand years. After a hundred years, the corpse of the poisonous king would be fished out, the venom extracted, and then refined into Gu. It's this Withering Glory Gu."
Meng Qi's tone was calm: "I only read the records in the books. There are far more sects now than in ancient times. Isn't it so easy to find the immortal corpse of the thousand-year-old poison king, so I have never seen a person who has been infected ?."
"Yeah." Li Che also nodded heavily, "On our southern border, that is the swamp next to our Canghai Academy, where disciples practice almost every day. Most of the swamps in the southern border are similar, so I just I have seen records in the scrolls in the door, but I have never really seen this withered glory Gu."
"Then how do you guys know that he was infected with Dry Glory Gu?" Qiao Ran couldn't help asking.
Meng Qi and Li Che looked up at him together, their clear eyes were filled with doubts: "There are symptoms recorded in the book."
They said in unison again.
Meng Qi paused, and explained: "You? Senior brother's spiritual energy in the spiritual sea sometimes swells, sometimes calm like waves, and the spiritual sea wall is now extremely fragile, as if it can be easily touched. There are thin green lines in the eyes, and the flesh and blood are as calm as ice Like a stone... These are all phenomena of Dry Glory Gu."
Qiao Ran: "..."
"Then go on like this..."
"Will he become a living dead?" Meng Qi said: "Kurong, that is, he is still alive? If the spiritual energy is full, the spiritual sea seems to be very prosperous. But the whole person is comatose? Wake up, muscles and blood vessels are stiff, Just a breath of air."
"That's why it's called Kurong." Li Che took the words, "Like alive? And like dead."
He sighed softly, and got together with Meng Qi again, muttering and discussing in a low voice: "I've only seen the record of Dry Glory Gu in the book, but there is no record of the treatment method in the book."
"En." Meng Qi nodded: "The poison king's toxicity is too complex, and it's too difficult to detoxify."
"Now? In the Ten Absolute Mountains again..." Li Che looked around, a little helpless, "Of course I can discuss it with the elders in the sect."
"I'll call Fellow Daoist Xue." Meng Qi got up abruptly, "The Wind League has been passed down from ancient times, so there may be a way."
"Junior Sister." The more Qiao Ran called "Junior Sister", the more fluent she was, and immediately followed, "I'll go with you."
Meng Qi nodded. She knew that relying on herself alone, she probably got hurt by others before she found Xue Chengxuan in this melee.
The two of them stretched out their stature and rushed towards the height of the city wall.
In order to save people just now, Meng Qi and Li Che had retreated to the corner of the city wall. As soon as they passed the corner, the lights of swords and spells flickered, and occasionally the lights of powerful magic weapons flickered among them, making it extremely lively.
"There." Meng Qi turned his gaze, and saw Xue Chengxuan in blue clothes, mixing with the crowd.
"Let's go there." Qiao Ran weighed it up and pointed at the sword.
Is he the number one member of Duankongmen's younger generation? He can also be regarded as the best young swordsman in the Western Realm. Wherever the natal sword went, the sword was shining brightly, and several cultivators had no choice but to avoid its edge.
"Let's go." Meng Qi swayed, passing through the gap where Qiao Ran killed him.
She has a light figure and quick steps, and she has a handful of spirit stones in her left hand.
The envious cultivators were caught off guard by Qiao Ran's sword. Before they could react, Meng Qi had easily crossed the battlefield.
"Fellow Daoist Xue." She quickly flew to Xue Chengxuan's side.
At this time, Xue Chengxuan was in an inextricable battle with a law repairer.
Qiao Ran landed side by side with her, and pointed the sword forward.
With a soft "Zheng", his narrow and thin long sword turned into an afterimage, and tapped twelve times in a row on Faxiu's natal magic weapon.
Qiao Ran's movements were too fast, the twelve sounds almost became one sound, and Meng Qi and the others felt like a long sound in their ears.
Meng Qi glanced at his natal sword, and suddenly said, "Friend Qiao, the last two swords..."
"Eh?" Qiao Ran was taken aback. His move was to transform the magic circle into sword moves. Ordinary disciples of the Duankongmen could only learn the Duankongmen sword formation. Only their direct disciples could learn the Duankongmen sword. the true essence of the law.
His twelve swords don't seem to be powerful? How mighty, but if the opponent's magic weapon is not there? If there is a dodge, is the position of the last two swords? Living!
"Is it? Is it crooked?" Meng Qi said while waving the medicine knife with his right hand.
If she really moves her hands, she is much weaker than Qiao Ran, and her round movements are far less quick. But that Faxiu was caught off guard by Qiao Ran? Before he could, the natal magic weapon was attacked twelve times in a row, and he was still a little dazed at this time.
Meng Qi swung the medicine knife, "Dang? Dang?" twice, and hit firmly on the magic weapon of his life.
With her left hand? Ben buckled a handful of spirit stones and sent them out with a snap of her fingers. A spirit stone was embedded in the position of the last blow left by her.
On Faxiu's natal magic weapon, a light suddenly lit up. No? When the other party reacted, the talisman "cracked" shattered to the ground.
"My magic weapon!" That Faxiu screamed, and rushed towards his natal magic weapon.
Xue Chengxuan immediately picked up the silver needle and pierced it from the back of the man's neck.
"Hmm—" Faxiu snorted and fell to the ground.
His eyes were wide open, and the spiritual energy in the spiritual sea was still abundant and had not been exhausted.
But the silver needle pierced through his body, and he couldn't move at all.
At that moment, Na Faxiu felt like crying—
Who said that there is no medical repair? The power to fight? !
Qiao Ran: "!!!"
He was a little dazed. If his two swords hit the right target, the aura would be sent out along with the sword move. The scars left by the twelve swords on the opponent's weapon and the aura would form a small magic circle. broken.
Because the last two swords were crooked, and the opponent is also a practitioner of Yuanying Dzogchen, so the natal magic weapon is not so easy to break.
Who would have thought that Meng Qi could easily make up for the two moves he missed.
It's just that her cultivation base is not as deep as her own, so she finally used a spirit stone to activate the magic circle.
she…
Qiao Ran turned to look at Meng Qi, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.
Could it be that Master has already passed on the magic circle to her
"Fellow Daoist Xue." The female cultivator in Tsing Yi didn't know that so many thoughts flashed through Qiao Ran's mind.
Standing beside Xue Chengxuan, Meng Qi stretched out his hand to hold his arm: "Is there someone over there who has been hit by the Withering Glory Gu."
Her tone was calm, but her eyes were extraordinarily bright.
Meng Qi just staring at it like this? Xue Chengxuan, Qiao Ran always felt that he heard a trace of suppressed fanaticism from her calm to calm tone.
"Ku... Rong... Gu..." Xue Chengxuan's eyes were blood red, and he turned his head to look at Meng Qi stiffly, repeating her words blankly.
"En." Meng Qi nodded heavily, and simply reached out to hold Xue Chengxuan's left hand, and wrote in his palm: "Kurong Gu."
While taking out the dream-interpreting incense that Li Che gave her, she lit the incense with a flick of her hand.
The slightly bitter medicine qi diffused? Come on, Meng Qi looked at Xue Chengxuan's eyes, and repeated again: "Kurong Gu, one of the legendary seven ancient poisonous Gus."
Xue Chengxuan's eyes were still full of blood.
He slightly raised his eyebrows, his expression changed a bit: "Kurong Gu?"
"Yes!" Meng Qi nodded heavily, "There is a sword cultivator who got the withering glory Gu, and Li Che is also there."
"Let's go there." Xue Chengxuan finally spoke.
"Let's go." Meng Qi turned around and walked away with Xue Chengxuan.
"Hey." Qiao Ran was taken aback, and quickly caught up with the two of them, "Wait for me."
While he was talking, the natal sword swept out, dutifully opening a passage for the two of them.
They quickly returned to the corner of the city wall.
It was at this time that most of the cultivators on the city wall were controlled by the Thousand Emperor Bell? They had already lost their minds. Otherwise, the three of Meng Qi wouldn't rush back and forth so easily.
"You guys are back." Hearing the voice, Li Che raised his head to look at Meng Qi, his eyes lit up, "Fellow Daoist Xue."
With red eyes, Xue Chengxuan squatted down beside Duan Kongmen Jianxiu, and pressed his finger on his forehead.
Then he quickly opened the eyelids of that person like Meng Qi: "It really is Dry Rong Gu."
He looked up at Meng Qi and Li Che, the blood in his eyes seemed to be slightly lighter than before.
"We all know the origin of Dry Glory Gu." Meng Qi said quickly.
Xue Chengxuan nodded, and said, "I've seen records about this Gu in the Book Collection Pavilion of the? Family."
He paused, and then said: "The toxicity of the Poison King's body is complex, which is the most difficult part of this Gu. Every time the Dry Glory Gu stays in the body of a person for a day, the toxicity, the meridians of flesh and blood, and even the spiritual energy will become more entangled, dragging on." After a long time, even if you find a way to detoxify, the poison will penetrate deep into the internal organs and meridian spiritual sea, and it will be useless if you rescue it."
"I see." Meng Qi and Li Che nodded together.
"Three Thousand Worlds has some poisons that cannot be cured..." She thought for a while, and said, "We can find a way to get rid of the cocoons."
Meng Qi's eyes brightened slightly, and he took out the small jasper box from the storage kit. Inside the box are several cocoons made of silk from tens of thousands of stiff silkworms.
The dark golden silk shone with a strange light under the sunlight.
"The silk of ten thousand stiff silkworms is invulnerable to water and fire. Apart from being used to make gloves, etc., it actually has another function..."
"Peeling away!" Li Che took the words.
"We can try it." Xue Chengxuan said, "No? Over you? How could there be silk from tens of thousands of silkworms?"
he asked casually.
"Li Che and I treated several injured people? It was extracted from their bodies." Meng Qi said.
"Huh?" Xue Chengxuan frowned slightly, "Where did you get the silk from Wanjiang silkworm?"
He suddenly thought of something and looked up into the distance.
There, under the sky, there are continuous green hills, and the ancient time seems to be frozen in this high mountain and blue sky.
"What's wrong?" Meng Qi asked.
"Thousand zombie silkworm silk is rare, but it is not? It is something that can be seen everywhere. As far as I know, ten thousand zombie silkworms are only found in the extreme north of the southern boundary, the place closest to the demon world. "
He paused, then continued: "It is said that it is too close to the Demon Realm, plus it is covered with ice and snow all day long, so ordinary cultivators cannot survive at all, so there are no sects within a thousand miles. And leave? There, No matter how powerful the sect is, it can't support it. There are many choices of materials for making gloves, and the silk of the ten thousand zombie silkworms is not very useful. So many preparations. How could there be so many people who were injured by Ten Thousand Rigid Silkworms suddenly in the Ten Jue Mountains? " Xue Chengxuan said slowly.
The blood in his eyes gradually became more intense: "There is also Dry Glory Gu... Such a coincidence, the treatment of Dry Glory Gu may also use Ten Thousand Rigid Silkworm Silk."
Xue Chengxuan stood up, his eyes were so bright red that they seemed to drip blood.
He almost gritted his teeth and said slowly: "There must be some kind of conspiracy! This person? We can't save him!"