Chapter 30: Gap in Dantian, spiritual source dying

Leng Wuqing paused for a moment, then returned to his natural state, "Can't it be that I want to come back to see you, but something has to happen?"

"Ha." Leng Wuyou chuckled expressionlessly, and came back to see her. Do you think she would believe such a bad reason? Is this second cousin's brain flooded? He forgot that he just came back a few days ago.

?

Leng Wuqing reacted and touched the tip of his nose awkwardly.

Leng Wuyou glanced at him and said, "Say it!"

Leng Wuqing was helpless, Xiao Qi's senses were getting sharper and sharper, "It's not a big deal, just some minor accidents, you don't have to worry."

"It's not a big deal, just a small accident?" Leng Wuyou's black and white eyes looked directly into Leng Wuqing's dark eyes, as if he wanted to see through him.

Leng Wuqing's eyes flashed, "Well, it's just a small matter, I can solve it."

Before Leng Wuqing could finish his words, Leng Wuyou stood up suddenly, "If you have a hole in your dantian, you tell me it's not a big deal. If your spiritual source is dying, you say it's a minor accident. You tell me it's all a minor matter.

Isn't it a big deal when one day I die?" Leng Wuyou's repressed anger aroused, and the cold air emanating from his whole body was like a knife, cutting people's faces with pain.

From the moment Leng Wuqing entered the hospital, Leng Wuyou felt that something was wrong with him, but she never found out what was wrong. It was not until she quietly probed with her spiritual sense that she discovered that this guy's cultivation level had actually fallen by a large level.

It was also on the verge of collapse, and even the Dantian had a big hole. She found out that the spiritual source was about to die, and she only discovered it after asking the old man to help him take a look. Knowing this, Leng Wuyou kept suppressing his anger, waiting for Leng Wuqing's confession.

But this guy didn't say a word. How could Leng Wuyou not be angry?

Leng Wuyou's sudden attack startled Leng Wuqing, and his face turned slightly pale when he reacted.

Leng Wuyou's cold, dark eyes with anger and concern hidden in the depths looked straight at him, as if they wanted to see through his heart.

Leng Wuqing's heart felt as cold as if it had been penetrated by a sharp blade. After a while, Leng Wuqing shook his head helplessly and sighed, then asked with a wry smile: "How did you find out?"

"Ha!" Leng Wuyou snorted coldly and looked at him like a fool, "Every time you face me, you always make a fist with your left hand unconsciously when you feel guilty."

Leng Wuqing was stunned. Does he have this habit? He looked at his left hand in confusion. Sure enough, half of his left hand was hidden in his sleeve and was clenched into a fist. "You can tell it like this?" Hey, Xiao Qi

His eyes are really sharp, and he can see it in such small movements. Well, this shows that Xiao Qi's concern for him is not even comparable to that of himself.

Leng Wuyou glanced at him with cold eyes, and sat back on the chair again, "The aura on your body is too vain, don't you know how to cover it up before you lie to others?"

Leng Wuqing also reacted at this time, feeling quite embarrassed. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, and lowered his eyes dejectedly.

Leng Wuyou secretly exhaled, trying not to be irritable.

"Who is it?" Two cold words came out of Leng Wuyou's mouth, and there was no emotion in his tone.

Originally, Leng Wuqing didn't want to say anything and wanted to make a joke, so he intervened in the matter, but when Leng Wuyou's cold gaze glared at him, Leng Wuqing stiffened and felt a cold air spreading from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He immediately weakened and forced himself to tell the story exactly as it was. He didn't dare not to say it. The current Xiao Qi really made him a little scared.

"Fu family, Fu Lianmu!" Leng Wuyou's face was as cold as ink, and she learned everything from Leng Wuqing's mouth.

Fu Lianmu is the second eldest son of the Fu family, the second elder brother of the Fu family, and the only son of Fu Shengxing, the second elder of the Fu family. He is truly the only one in the family.

Fu Lianmu and Leng Wuqing have been sworn enemies since childhood. Even when Leng Wuqing went to Canglao Academy, Fu Lianmu also got involved. Those who didn't know just thought it was a coincidence. In fact, it was not the case. Fu Lianmu followed Leng Wuqing just to suppress Leng Wuqing and cause trouble for him.

However, it was Fu Lianmu himself who had always suffered.

This time, Fu Lianmu came to Leng Wuqing as unhappy as before and asked to compete with him. Leng Wuqing agreed. The same venue, the same moves, Fu Lianmu lost with one move, and Leng Wuqing did not think about it at all afterwards.

Keep this in mind, because scenes like this happen at least three times a day.

It's just that this time, Leng Wuqing made a miscalculation and was careless. When he practiced that night, the speed of gathering spiritual power was much slower. At first, he didn't care much about it. It wasn't until three days later that he suddenly discovered that the spiritual power in his Dantian was

As it was dissipating, he realized that something had happened, but it was too late. He could only watch helplessly as the holes in his Dantian were broken bit by bit, and his spiritual source became dimmed bit by bit. He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his whole body was covered with blood.

Chill.

Leng Wuqing still remembers how he felt at that time, anger, resentment, panic, bitterness, madness...all kinds of emotions crazily eroding his reason, leaving only a world-destroying rage in his mind. After all, he is a rational person.

Man, he actually thinks that he is not a rational person!

"Xiao Qi, don't worry, I'm fine. At worst, I don't practice spirituality. It would be good to practice martial arts instead." Leng Wuqing tried his best to regain his composure, with a careless smile on his lips.

Leng Wuyou's eyes darkened, and when he looked at Leng Wuqing who was pretending to be nothing, his heart felt as if it had been stabbed by needles, with dense pain, and the murderous intention was suppressed in his chest, which made Leng Wuyou extremely uncomfortable and deeply suppressed.

With violent murderous intent, "Cultivation of spirituality and martial arts are actually the same. In the end, they lead to the same destination through different paths." Leng Wuyou said this just to make Leng Wuqing think more openly and give him some comfort. In fact, his Dantian was broken.

It is impossible to practice at all. Leng Wuqing only said this deliberately to make her feel at ease. How could Leng Wuyou not know.

When Leng Wuqing left, Leng Wuyou held back his murderous intent and ignited it. The murderous intent was like boiling water, gurgling out. The old man in the space seemed to smell the smell of blood. Fortunately, Fennel Fennel Bamboo

I was sent away by her before, otherwise I would have been very frightened.

He firmly grasped the stone table not far away and instantly turned it into powder.

The old man was worried that Leng Wuyou would be controlled by murderous intent, so he quickly said, "Little guy, don't worry yet, your second brother's Dantian may still be saved."

Help!

Cang Lao's words made Leng Wuyou's eyes light up. Yes, Cang Lao is the God of Alchemy. If he can be saved, then he must be saved!

Leng Wuyou entered the space in a flash, and hurriedly came to Cang Lao's side, "Cang Lao, how can I save you?"

"Don't worry, girl. If I read it correctly before, your second brother's Dantian and Spiritual Source were dissolved like this by a kind of medicine." The old man stroked his snow-white beard.

"Medicine?" Leng Wuyou wondered, what kind of medicine could be so powerful that it could dissolve the Dantian and the spiritual source?

"This medicine..." The old man looked solemn, "If I'm wrong, it's the source-devouring liquid that was lost in ancient times."

Leng Wuyou had never even heard of source-devouring fluid, but looking at his old appearance, it seemed a bit troublesome.

"The source-devouring liquid was refined by a great alchemy god. It was originally intended to destroy evil spirits. But I don't know when it was used by evil cultivators to persecute righteous cultivators. Later, it became more and more serious, and even righteous people also used it.

They harm their companions, and some geniuses don’t want others to surpass them, so they use the source-devouring fluid to destroy them.” The old man sighed, “If the Great Alchemy God hadn’t abolished the source-devouring fluid in a rage, I don’t know how many cultivators there would be today.

The person met with a vicious hand."

Leng Wuyou frowned after hearing this. Although she was not a good person, she would not cripple someone's cultivation even if they disagreed with her. This was simply more cruel than killing someone.

"Then how to cure this medicine?" Leng Wuyou has no time to pay attention to other things now. She just wants to restore Leng Wuqing's Dantian.

The old man sighed, "Others really can't solve it, but this source-devouring liquid is very easy for a girl like you to solve." Hey, this girl's luck is too bad. In ancient times,

The medicinal liquid that no one could solve was easily accessible to this girl.

"Me!" Leng Wuyou was stunned and quickly asked: "How to solve it?"

"Girl, do you know the nature of the dark spiritual source?" the old man suddenly asked.

Leng Wuyou's eyes lit up, "The essence of the dark spiritual source is devouring."

"Not bad." The old man stroked his beard, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

"You mean, I can use the dark spirit source to swallow up the remaining source-devouring fluid in my second cousin's body." Leng Wuyou was happy at first, then frowned, "Even if there is no source-devouring fluid,

His Dantian and spiritual source have been damaged."

"Why are you so anxious?" The old man shook his head helplessly, "Do you still remember the spirit-boosting pill?"

The Spirit-Building Pill is an ancient seventh-grade holy medicine for repairing the Dantian. The best Spirit-Building Pill can restore the damaged Dantian in an instant. How could Leng Wuyou not know this?

Seeing that Leng Wuyou calmed down, the old man said again: "You have a light source, which is a healing and purification system. When the time comes, you can dispel the filth on the kid's source and give him the spirit-boosting pill."

Already."
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