"Fellow Daoist Xue." Meng Qi stood up.
"Fellow Daoist Xue." Li Che also stood up.
"Can't save him... can't..." Xue Chengxuan repeated these words in a low voice, his eyes getting redder and redder.
Meng Qi and Li Che looked at each other, and they both saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.
"Eastern Emperor Bell?" Li Che murmured.
"East Emperor Bell..." Even Qiao Ran who was standing aside looked at Xue Chengxuan in surprise.
This young medical practitioner from the Wind Alliance is basically the appointed future leader of the Wind Alliance, the strongest medical practitioner among the young generation in the Western Realm, and one of the most outstanding among the young generation of cultivators in the Western Realm
In Meng Qi's impression, he has always been personable, with the calmness and calmness of coming from a great sect.
But at this moment, Xue Chengxuan straightened his back, his hands hanging by his side were clenched into fists, and his whole body was trembling slightly.
His eyes were redder than before, and the blood was completely covered? In his eyes, Meng Qi couldn't see his pupils at all.
She raised her head slightly, Xue Chengxuan looked as if she was going through some extremely painful torture.
Veins popped out on his forehead, his face was pale, and fine beads of sweat dripped from the tip of his nose.
"Can't... can't be saved..." He seems to be muttering to himself, more like talking to himself, repeating the same words over and over again?, "Can't save him..."
"Thousand Emperor Bell?" Li Che asked again uncertainly.
"Thousand Emperor Bells..." Qiao Ran looked at Xue Chengxuan in surprise, obviously also surprised.
The two of them were hardly affected by the sound of the Thousand Emperor Bell, and they both knew Xue Chengxuan.
At this moment, the two of them stared blankly at this young cultivator whom they didn't seem to know at all, their eyes were full of surprise.
"Thousand Emperor Bell..." Meng Qi raised her head slightly, recalling what Ling Ji and Yun Qingyan said just now.
The masterpiece of the ancient master craftsman will awaken the unwillingness, desire and desire in people's hearts, and make people completely unable to control themselves.
Of course she believed in Yun Qingyan, but she always felt that something was wrong.
"When I heard the bell, did I really have a killing intent in my heart?" Meng Qi tilted her head slightly, and said, "But soon, the killing intent faded away?"
She frowned slightly: "When I met Li Che later, the last bit of hostility? It also dissipated. If the Thousand Emperor's Bell rings again, it will have no effect on me."
Meng Qi said: "If it is really a magic weapon left by the ancient master craftsman, with my cultivation base, it shouldn't be so easy to dissolve."
"What's wrong?" Qiao Ran also asked.
"You? You? Didn't hear the bell at all?" Meng Qi turned her head to look at him, her black and white eyes were calm and clear.
"Yes." Qiao Ran nodded, "We went around to the opposite side, really? We didn't hear the bell at all."
"Senior Ling Ji just now." Meng Qi raised his hand and pointed in the direction Ling Ji left, "Did you go? Over there."
She said: "That happened to be the direction you came from. If the Thousand Emperor Bell really existed, you should be the first to be affected by the Thousand Emperor Bell."
"That's right." On the way Qiao Ran came over, she also saw the handsome figure of her master rising from the sky.
"What do you mean... isn't this the Thousand Emperor Bell?" Li Che looked up at the sky, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
He has never seen the Thousand Emperor Bell, and he doesn't even know how to repair it. This kind of magic weapon in ancient legends is not as intimidating to him as it is to Qiao Ran, who comes from a great sect. He has heard too much? The legendary disciple is big.
"If it wasn't for the Thousand Emperor Bell..." Li Che murmured and repeated, turning his head to look at Meng Qi.
The slender woman in Tsing Yi stood tall, her eyes flickered slightly, and her slender fingers were gently stroking her own robe, obviously also in deep thought.
Disturbing people's minds will arouse killing in people's hearts, and will make a gentleman like Xue Chengxuan from a family like Xue Chengxuan become suspicious...
Meng Qi's fingers swiped faster and faster, and a name suddenly flashed in his mind.
She suddenly turned her head and looked at Li Che.
It just so happened that the other party was also turning to look at her, and his gaze also changed? Qingming: "Luoxinmu!"
After Falling Star Sea left, Meng Qi and Li Che mentioned Luo Xinmu.
The leaves of the rosewood can be hallucinogenic, making people fall into an illusion without knowing it, and even can't tell whether it is real or illusory.
Those ancient powers can also use the leaves of the heartwood together with other elixir to create even more powerful illusions.
This is the Xiaoshijue Mountain. Although it is only a part of the ancient Shijue Mountain, it has been handed down since ancient times and has survived thousands of years.
There is a phantom formation of fallen heart wood here, is that too normal
Li Che obviously thought of something with her, and his expression became more serious.
Meng Qi looked down at the ground, the disciple of Duankongmen was still lying unconscious on the ground.
In front of them, Xue Chengxuan's eyes were bright red, and he muttered something in his mouth.
She looked back to the bottom of the city wall, separated by the light of the sword and the light of the sorcery, Yun Qingyan in a white robe was standing tall, and she seemed to be able to see the faint smile on his face.
…
Which of these are true? Which ones are fake
Meng Qi's hands suddenly trembled slightly.
She thought of Lin Yan in the Sea of Falling Stars, who obviously only retained less than 10% of his strength, but was still so strong that he could make Pei Mufeng with a flick of his fingers, and the current three thousand world? A strong man with no resistance.
The person they met in Xiaoshijue Mountain? He was probably stronger than that Lin Yan.
"Is this girl getting scared? Hehe." At this moment, on the top of a very high mountain in Shijue Mountain, a man sitting cross-legged on the edge of a cliff suddenly chuckled.
His appearance looks very young, but his eyes seem to have experienced vicissitudes, hiding unspeakable vicissitudes.
He sat lazily on the edge of the cliff, his hair tied back casually. The mountain wind whizzed by, raising his robe sleeves and hair, making him look unsteady, as if he would be blown off the cliff in the next moment.
But no matter how the mountain wind blows, he still sits firmly on the boulder on the edge of the cliff, as stable as a rock.
Beside the man, a small sword, about one finger long, circled around him quickly, like a shooting star.
"You? Are you going to lose? Oh." He turned his head and looked behind him. He was obviously very happy, and even his voice was stained with a smile.
"That's not necessarily true." Behind him was a cultivator in a green robe.
The green robe cultivator also looked very young, but his hair was pure white. His white hair was coiled up by a simple bamboo hairpin, exposing his slender neck.
Next to the green-robed cultivator, there is a small, black three-legged tripod floating.
The body of the tripod is simple and unpretentious, with only a few simple patterns carved randomly. The whole small cauldron looked very inconspicuous, spinning around the man.
The white-haired man in the green robe with the small cauldron smiled freely: "Since she inherited the Wuling cauldron, she got the medical practice handbook left by Xiaoyan, there must be something different."
His tone was firm: "Besides, you all saw her performance in Xinglin with your own eyes. Xiaoyan chose her as his successor. I believe in her vision."
"Oh? Really? Then I'll just wait and see!"
"Hmph, you? Just wait and see!"
"Why are you arguing?!" A young woman in red was standing not far from the two of them. Climb up, and if this continues, Shijue Mountain will collapse. He spent so much effort on the layout, and thousands of years of hard work were ruined. I see you? Do you have the face to see him!"
"When Shijue Mountain collapses, we will definitely disappear and be completely annihilated in this world. Anyway, we will never see him again." The man in white robe who spoke first said with a playful smile: "I will die myself!" , who cares about the flood behind us!"
When the female cultivator in red heard the words "I won't see him anyway?", a complex light flashed in her eyes.
She snorted softly, and stopped talking to the man in the white robe.
"You? Leave him alone." Instead, the green-robed cultivator walked up to her and comforted her in a low voice: "He has always been like this."
"I know." The woman in red pursed her lips and nodded.
She lifted up a strand of hair from her cheek, and put it behind her ear carelessly, a trace of sadness still flashed in her eyes, and she stared into the distance: "But he was right after all, it has been ten thousand years?... We, and How long can we wait?"
At this time, it was behind the city wall on the top of the mountain.
"What happened to Luo Xinmu?" Qiao Ran asked, "What are you talking about?"
Meng Qi and Li Che looked at each other again, and said, "It's not just Luo Xinmu."
She paused for a moment, then looked down at the Duankongmen disciple lying on the ground. The faint green line in the opponent's eyes is still there, and the spiritual energy in the spiritual sea in the body? It has started again? A new wave of crazy riots.
"Yeah." Li Che also squatted down, and said in a deep voice: "This person? Indeed? Hit? Withered Glory Gu, but Luoxinmu, Luoxinmu..."
He muttered, feeling a little dazed for a moment.
How does he feel? The situation is getting more and more complicated now? What happened to them
Meng Qi was also staring at the Duan Kongmen disciple in a daze, and then looked up at Xue Chengxuan.
The future leader of the Wind League was still standing there, with red eyes, clenched fists with his hands hanging by his sides, muttering "don't save... don't believe..." in his mouth, but he didn't take any further action.
"Save him first." Meng Qi said decisively.
She took out the jasper locket again, and took out the dark golden cocoon.
The silk of ten thousand zombie silkworms is extremely thin, but it is also extremely tough, and it is difficult to be injured by water and fire.
"Anyway, detoxify him first." Meng Qi said, raising her delicate hand lightly, and the Five Spirit Cauldron fell beside her.
As she spoke, she threw several elixir into the Five Spirit Cauldron. Lightly clasped with a slender hand, the circle of five spirits lit up, and the elixir gurgled into a ball.
"Okay." Li Che nodded and regained his composure.
He reached out to take a cocoon from Meng Qi's hand: "I'll do it."
He paused, then explained: "My cultivation level is higher than yours, so you will protect the law for me."
"Yeah." Meng Qi nodded.
She turned her head, looked at the cultivators who were still fighting together, and raised her hand to take out her medicine knife.
Meng Qi stood up, held the medicine knife horizontally, and shook her arm a few times.
The cyan figure suddenly started to move, and quickly circled around Li Che and the Duan Kongmen disciple.
But in an instant, Meng Qi had fallen back to Qiao Ran's side, stepped on the magic circle she had just drawn, stretched out her fingers and flicked, and several spirit stones flew to all directions of the magic circle.
This is not the first time Qiao Ran has seen Meng Qi's magic circle, he just felt that the light of the magic circle had already lit up in a blink of an eye.
Their Duankong sect is probably one of the sects that are most familiar with and understand the magic circle among the existing sects in the three thousand worlds.
Even so, he didn't recognize the magic circle that Meng Qi had drawn casually.
Meticulous lines, beautiful structure, decisiveness and quickness in one go...
Qiao Ran doesn't know much about medical cultivation, but from his point of view, Meng Qi's talent in the magic circle is indeed "extremely amazing".
He exhaled slowly. He heard that Junior Sister Meng came from an unknown sect. Where did she learn this shocking ability
In the magic circle, Li Che had already soaked the silk of ten thousand zombie silkworms with the medicinal liquid brewed by Meng Qi's five spirit cauldron, and then carefully took out his own medicine knife, and cut several wounds on the Duan Kongmen disciple.
With a serious expression on his face, he held the silk of the tens of thousands of silkworms with one hand, and at the same time sent it into the body of Duan Kongmen disciples.
The silk of ten thousand stiff silkworms seems to be alive, and when it encounters flesh and blood, it slides in silently, like the most flexible fish.
Without hesitation, Li Che drew two wounds on his palm with the horizontal knife. He took out a small medicine bottle from the storage kit and sprinkled some medicine powder on the wound in his palm.
"Ah?" Qiao Ran was inexplicable, and couldn't help but let out a soft breath.
"This is Rongxue Powder." Meng Qi explained casually, "It can make wounds bleed without clotting."
She paused for a while, and then said: "This way, the silk of the tens of thousands of silkworms will not penetrate into your body, senior brother, and cannot be taken out."
"I see." Qiao Ran nodded, but saw Meng Qi's expression was indifferent when she was talking, as if it was just an ordinary thing.
He is a sword cultivator, and he has always only cultivated the way of killing and cutting.
The swords of their sword cultivators will only be stained with other people's blood.
He never thought that sometimes the medical knives of the doctors would be directed towards him.
"Do you always do this?" Qiao Ran couldn't help asking.
"What?" Meng Qi had already turned to look at the battle situation over there.
She turned her head to look at Li Che who was still detoxifying the disciple of Duan Confucianism, and suddenly made up her mind.
"I'll go over and have a look." Meng Qi took out two magic weapons from the storage kit while talking.
Before she entered Xiaoshijue Mountain, she went to Tianwaitian to buy a lot of magic weapons, and now she wears one on her wrist and one on her chest.
Meng Qi took out two spirit stones and embedded them in two magic weapons respectively.
With a flash of light, the magic weapon propped up two masks of different colors, covering her inside.
Meng Qi's body swayed, and relying on the magic weapon to protect her body, she rushed towards the place where the fighting was fiercest.
"Eh? Junior sister, wait for me!" Qiao Ran's task was to protect Meng Qi, so she rushed after her without hesitation.
His natal sword suddenly rushed in front of Meng Qi, the tip of the sword flashed coldly, and it was firmly in front of her.
Qiao Ran jumped to Meng Qi's side in a few steps. Just as she was about to speak, she stuffed two magic weapons and several spirit stones into her hands.
"Put it on." Meng Qi signaled him.
Qiao Ran was stunned for a moment, and when he saw the magic weapon in his hand, he was shocked: "Seventh grade magic weapon?!"
He is a disciple of the Duankong Sect, which is regarded as the number one sect of sword repair in the Western Realm. Most of the disciples of their big sects are quite wealthy.
It's just that in the three thousand worlds, weapon cultivation has been on the decline for a long time, even if his sect has a profound background, it is not easy to take out a seventh-rank magic weapon and give it to others.
And next to the magic weapon, Meng Qi thoughtfully placed a few spirit stones.
In the three thousand worlds, magic weapons or weapons can be driven by the cultivator with aura.
Naturally, they would prefer to use the talisman or the weapon of their natal life to be propelled by aura, so whether it is a talisman or a weapon, it will be much more flexible and convenient to use.
However, for other magic weapons, it would be better to use spiritual stones, lest the cultivator need to be distracted or have a wisp of spiritual energy.
Just as Qiao Ran was about to say that he had a spirit stone, his eyes suddenly moved, and he was taken aback again: "Mysterious spirit stone!"
He really never felt that? He had no money. After all, he was born in a sect with a long history like the Duankong Sect, and he is also an outstanding generation among the younger generation of disciples in the sect.
Qiao Ran has never bothered about Lingshi. In the sect, everything needed is provided by the sect. Completing the Zongmen mission will also give you Lingshi as a reward.
Even so, he couldn't help being surprised when he saw the Xuanling Stone—
This Junior Sister Meng needs spirit stones for spirit stones, magic weapons for magic weapons, magic circles and medical practitioners are so talented. If my master wants to please her, I'm afraid... it won't be easy, right
As Qiao Ran thought about it, she was dressed like Meng Qi? Two magic weapons.
The same faint light spread out, enveloping him. Ruowu's spiritual energy? Qi? Breath wandered around him, protecting him in it.
Junior sister is really generous!
Qiao Ran followed Meng Qi and said, "Thank you, Junior Sister."
Meng Qi was startled? Startled, she seemed too lazy to correct Qiao Ran's more and more natural address.
She jumped onto the city wall in a few steps, and quickly walked towards a cultivator lying on the wall.
"Huh?" Meng Qi lowered her head and quickly checked the man?'s body, "It's our man?"
"Huh?" Qiao Ran looked at that man a little strangely, "Our man?"
"Yes." Meng Qi nodded, "It's a doctor."
As she spoke, she leaned over to hug the male cultivator who was taller than her.
"I'll do it!" Qiao Ran hurried forward to help her up the strange doctor.
"Go to the city wall first." Meng Qi thanked him and asked him to move this person down the city wall.
Li Che was still detoxifying the Duan Kongmen disciples, Meng Qi quickly checked the doctor, exhaled: "He was not seriously injured, he was probably concentrated by the spell, and his aura was exhausted, so he passed out ?."
While talking, she stuffed two pills into the doctor's mouth, and then supported the doctor so that he leaned against the city wall.
After doing this, she stood up again and jumped onto the city wall again.
Qiao Ran followed in silence? Go up, casually? Ask: "Junior Sister, you? Is this plan..."
"I don't know whether the Thousand Emperor Bell and the Luoxinmu are real or not." Meng Qi said lightly, "It's impossible to just stand still like this, so? Just like Li Che, do what you can first Bar."
What I can do...
Qiao Ran turned to look at Li Che who was focused on detoxifying his senior brother. When he turned his head again, the cyan slender figure had once again merged into the crowd.
"Junior Sister." He quickly called out and followed her.
By the time Meng Qi and Qiao Ran returned to the city wall with the third injured practitioner, the medical practitioner had already woken up.
He was just exhausted from his aura, and the injury was actually not serious. At this time, when he opened his eyes, he saw Jian Mengqi bandaging the wound of a cultivator by his side.
"Thank you." The doctor struggled to stand up while speaking.
Qiao Ran quickly stepped forward to help him: "Be careful."
"Thank you." The doctor nodded and thanked him, then walked to Meng Qi's side.
Only then did Qiao Ran notice that the blood in the eyes of this strange doctor had become extremely pale, and clear eyes appeared again.
"Let me help you?" As he spoke, he half-kneeled beside the injured cultivator, raised his hand, and a small cauldron appeared beside him.
Qiao Ran: "..."
Meng Qi gave a light "um" and didn't say anything.
The two of them came together in silence, their four hands busy on the injured practitioner.
Meng Qi's Five Spirit Cauldron, and the doctor's natal cauldron soon gave off a faint, slightly bitter medicinal fragrance.
"Huh?" The two of them were busy, Li Che also stood up and walked over, "Brother Chen."
He bowed his hands to the doctor, didn't exchange much greetings, and soon joined the rescue team: "This man? His heart was almost completely cut into pieces by? What a domineering sword energy? Ah!"
Qiao Ran stood aside, silently watching the scene in front of him.
He remembered that when he first found Meng Qi, she and Qiao Ran looked at him with their eyes open, their eyes focused, curious and...pure
Qiao Ran was a little unsure how to describe it. He looked at the three of them? He was busy, and one of them was rescued by Meng Qi who was clearly on the battlefield just a moment ago. He has devoted himself to saving people so soon? middle.
Did he ever think that the person he saved at this time might be the person who attacked him in the chaos just now? Ah.
He couldn't help scratching his head, and turned to look at the still chaotic battlefield in the distance.
The front and the back seem to be completely two worlds.
One side is bright and windy, and the spring breeze is warm. One side is bloody, real? And cruel.
Anyway, don't you know these people very well
Qiao Ran's natal sword seemed to understand his own master's thoughts. It was ups and downs beside him, and the tip of the sword flickered, as if the natal sword was also thinking seriously. The thinking was too absorbed, so? Little by little.
He glanced faintly at his senior brother who was still unconscious, and didn't want to ask Meng Qi if the poison on his body could be cured
Let's do it first.
Qiao Ran thought, should he do what he can first
There was one more person? Li Che freed up his hand again, but after a while, the wound of the seriously injured cultivator was healed.
"This is for you guys." Meng Qi took out four more magic weapons from the storage kit, and handed them to Li Che and that strange doctor
"Seventh Grade Magical Treasure?!" Qiao Ran looked at the two happily, having experienced the shock he had just now.
"Mysterious Lingshi!" Soon, a second exclamation sounded.
"Meng Qiqi." Li Che looked at Meng Qi and gave her a thumbs up, "You? Are you really getting richer?!"
Meng Qi smiled slightly and said, "I, Qiao Ran, continue to look for the injured cultivator. Li Che, you? And? this..."
"Chen Yu." The doctor said quickly.
"Chen Daoyou continues to stay here." Meng Qi said.
"Okay." Li Che nodded, "You? Be careful, Meng Qiqi."
Meng Qi nodded, turned around and greeted Qiao Ran: "Let's go."
"Junior Sister." Qiao Ran obediently followed and went up, "You don't know that guy, do you? Are you afraid that he won't return you? Seventh-Rank Magical Treasure?"
"Huh?" Meng Qi was slightly stunned, "He is already a mind-distracting cultivator, and his cultivation base is higher than Li Che's. For him, the seventh-rank magic weapon will soon be useless? Is it? How come? Don't return it to me ?”
"Junior Sister..." Qiao Ran said earnestly, "That's not how it is calculated."
He said: "You? Look, there are not many magic weapons of the seventh rank now."
"Not many?" Meng Qi said: "There are many Tianhai Pavilions. They said they are already very good at making seventh-rank magic weapons? It's just a pity that there are too few drawings for eight-rank magic weapons, and the materials are also rare. But the Tianhai Pavilion in Tianwaitianli In the shop, there are already a lot of Seventh Grade Magical Treasures?"
She thought about it? After thinking about it, she added: "The price is quite reasonable."
Qiao Ran turned her head and stared at her intently for a moment: "Seventh-grade magic weapon like this, you? Are there many more?"
"There are still dozens of seventh-rank protective magic weapons." Meng Qi showed his storage kit, "There are still many attacks."
Qiao Ran: "..."
"The eighth grade is more rare?" Meng Qi said: "Tianhai Pavilion can do very little, and they still refuse to sell the high-quality goods, and I only have a few."
Qiao Ran: "..."
He suddenly remembered that when he was ordered to find Meng Qi for the first time, the master called him to his bamboo hut alone and told him something about this little junior sister.
What impressed Qiao Ran deeply was that the master said that the younger sister disappeared soon after she was born. He only found out not long ago that his junior sister was picked up by someone from a very small, poor and run-down town, and when she grew up a bit, she joined the small sect next to that small town.
That sect, in the words of his master, is even weaker and weaker. It is the kind of weakness that can be crushed by a single finger even if a young disciple from the Duankong sect randomly goes to it.
Moreover, it is said that the sect called Qingfenggu has no family background, and even in the eastern region, which is not as good as their western region, it is just an ordinary small broken sect that is unknown.
Master also said that that sect estimated that the entire sect would not be able to produce ten mysterious spirit stones. As for the magic weapon and? Heaven, material and earth treasure, ancient inheritance... etc. are even more impossible to have.
So? Little Junior Sister must have suffered a lot since she was a child!
It was his fault that he failed to give the little junior sister a better life.
Qiao Ran still remembers that when the master said these words, his eyes were reddish, and his tone was sad and full of remorse.
Even he was full of sympathy for this junior sister who had never seen her face before.
So when Qiao Ran was ordered by his teacher to leave Duankong City, he went to the Zongmen's treasury and exchanged the points obtained from Zongmen missions for a small and exquisite protective magic weapon, which he planned to give to his junior sister as a meeting gift.
The magic weapon is very delicate, it looks like a jade pendant, and many female disciples in the school like it very much.
And the fifth-grade magic weapon, he thinks, must be enough for junior sisters.
That magic weapon is still lying in Qiao Ran's storage bag, and Qiao Ran hasn't had time to send it out yet.
Now…
Qiao Ran couldn't help but look down at the seventh-grade protective bracelet on his wrist.
On the bracelet, the mysterious spirit stone shines brightly.
Junior sister made a move, much more generous than myself? Ah.
The junior sister's family background also seems to be much richer than his master's? Ah!
Master, he wants to please his junior sister. Really, the road ahead is long and arduous!
"Friend Qiao." Meng Qi's voice brought back Qiao Ran's mind.
"Here?" He hurriedly landed next to the female cultivator in Tsing Yi, and took the cultivator she was supporting.
"She bleeds? Too much." Meng Qi dropped a silver needle in his hand as he spoke, and the spiritual energy penetrated through his body, stabbing along the big acupuncture point on the nun's arm
"I'll stop the bleeding first." She said and stuffed a pill into the nun's mouth.
Meng Qi moved extremely fast, his left hand kept moving, and several elixir plants had already fallen into his Five Spirit Cauldron.
Behind her, the sound of long swords intersecting and the sound of spell attacks can be heard endlessly.
Her expression was extremely focused and indifferent, as if she wouldn't be disturbed by those voices at all.
The elixir in the Five Spirit Cauldron finally turned into a ball of green ointment, and Meng Qi stuck it on the nun's wound.
The blood in the wound seemed to have seen something that filled them with awe, and they all shrank back.
"Let's go." Meng Qi said, turning around and rushing in the direction where Li Che and the others were.
This time, she didn't let Qiao Ran hug the female cultivator. Instead, she hugged her by herself, and returned to the corner of the city wall after a few ups and downs.
Qiao Ran followed in silence? Go up, in front of him, the green robe fluttering, Meng Qi's figure is slender, but she is already a Nascent Soul cultivator, hugging someone? Her movements are also very agile.
"This man..." When they reached the city wall, Li Che and Chen Yu quickly surrounded him, "The wound is so deep."
"It's just a trauma, the cultivator shouldn't be bleeding like this."
"Meng Qiqi, what are you using? This is..." Li Che stretched out his finger and lightly touched the ointment that Meng Qi had pasted on the nun's wound, "This is the earth spirit ointment!"
As he spoke, he looked up at Meng Qi in surprise: "The bleeding is almost unstoppable?"
"Even the earth spirit ointment can't stop the bleeding?!" Chen Yu took out a silver needle and lightly touched the ointment on the nun's wound. ?, this can’t stop the bleeding, isn’t this caused by an ordinary weapon?”
As he spoke, he drew back the silver needle, sniffed it at the tip of his nose, and was a little surprised: "You? Smell it!"
"Huh?" Li Che leaned over to smell it? Smell: "This, this, this..."
He said: "It tastes so sweet. This is not the breath of the earth spirit ointment, it is the smell of the blood of this fellow Taoist!"
"Is it demonic energy?!" Chen Yu said, "It was the magic weapon or weapon refined by the demonic world that hurt her, so it left such an aura."
"Are you sure it's demonic energy? As far as I know, there are at least seven kinds of poisonous weeds, thirteen kinds of poisonous flowers, and four kinds of poisonous insects that can leave such a scent as sweet as nectar in the blood."
"But you? Of the seven kinds of poisonous weeds, thirteen kinds of poisonous flowers, and four kinds of poisonous insects, only three of them can make people bleed profusely. And these three kinds, the earth spirit ointment can't stop the bleeding!"
"I took it out from her wound." Meng Qi raised her hand as she spoke, a small piece of black, extremely inconspicuous iron piece lay in her palm.
The piece of iron was very heavy, even though it was only a small piece, it still held some weight in her palm.
"Mowu Fragment!" Li Che called out.
"It really is Mo Wu!"
"There are cultivators with magical power mixed in here!" Li Che couldn't believe it, "How did they get in here?"
"Save people first?!" Meng Qi said decisively.
"For Mo Wu, you need to use the "Qing Xin Jue" to get rid of the devil energy in her body first. I am a fifth rank." Li Che said.
"The same fifth grade, is it about to achieve Dzogchen?" Chen Yu said, "Then let me do it."
"Sixth grade." Meng Qi reached out and pressed the female cultivator's forehead, "Give her a pure heart pill."
"Okay." Li Che put a Qingxin Pill into the female nun's mouth as promised.
"Wait!" Chen Yu seemed to have reacted now, "She, she... her Six-Rank Pure Heart Art?!"
"Yes." Li Che nodded.
Chen Yu stared at Meng Qi in a daze for a while, then suddenly murmured: "Is she just a Nascent Soul? How is it possible..."
Li Che glanced at him and said, "Save people first?"
He said that he had already started throwing medicine into his natal cauldron.
Chen Yu looked away from Meng Qi, looked at Li Che, and then at Qiao Ran who was standing aside.
"Let's go find a new wounded person." He probably guessed Meng Qi's meaning, seeing that he couldn't use it now, he got up and said to Qiao Ran.
"No." Qiao Ran flatly refused.
"Eh?"
"My task is to protect Junior Sister." He raised his jaw towards Meng Qi and said, "I can't leave her side."
Chen Yu: "..."
He felt? he was a little confused.
For a Nascent Soul doctor to know how to use the sixth-grade Qingfeng Jue, that's fine.
Qiao Ran didn't know him, but he still knew Qiao Ran. But this person? Isn’t that the genius sword repairman from Duankongmen
Why do you call Meng Qi a medical junior sister
And Meng Qi...
Chen Yu looked thoughtfully at Meng Qi who was kneeling beside the nun.
He also knew about Meng Qi, who was said to be from a small sect he had never heard of, but who shined brilliantly in the Xinglin enchantment, and was recognized as a friend by the ancient doctor Lin Yan's wisp of consciousness. Little doctor.
Chen Yu don't understand
But at least he knew that he could not direct Qiao Ran.
Fortunately, Meng Qi withdrew his hand not long after.
Being able to hide the fact from those sect masters, the Mowu brought into Xiaoshijue Mountain is not considered powerful, and the sixth-grade Qingfeng Jue quickly forced out the demonic energy in the female cultivator's body.
The rest is much simpler.
"Let's go." Meng Qi stood up and nodded to Qiao Ran.
"Yeah." Qiao Ran followed her as she said.
When the figures of the two disappeared at the corner of the city wall, Chen Yu carefully asked, "This fellow Daoist Qiao Ran from Duankongmen is called Junior Sister Meng Daoyou?"
"I don't know." Li Che was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Is his name Junior Sister Meng Qiqi?"
As he spoke, he raised his head and looked around, and murmured in his mouth: "If you continue to fight like this, you won't be able to stop until everyone is so injured that you can no longer fight?"
At this moment, Li Che suddenly heard a woman's exclamation from behind: "Li Che!"
He turned his head quickly, and saw two people running towards them side by side.
The red-clothed woman on the left has big and bright eyes, a tall figure, and a stunning face.
The young man in Xuanyi beside her was equally handsome, but at this moment he had a gloomy face and asked, "What's going on?"
"Li Che! It really is you?!" The woman in red was Si Kongxing.
She rushed to Li Che's side in a few steps, and looked around with big eyes: "What are you guys doing?"
Without waiting for Li Che's answer, she quickly said, "You? Did you see Meng Qiqi? What's the situation now?"
Still before Li Che could answer, Sikong Xing had already stretched his neck to look around: "I was on the way here, and I seem to have heard Meng Qiqi's voice."
"Hmm." Li Che, Sikong Xing, and Chu Tianfeng beside her all knew each other, so he quickly and simply said what happened before, "Meng Qiqi and fellow Daoist Qiao went to save people ?Go?, I and this fellow Taoist Chen Yu are waiting here."
"Let's go too." Si Kongxing cheered, and turned to greet Chu Tianfeng, "Let's go! Let's go find Meng Qiqi!"