"this?"

Changluo was stunned immediately.

Ling Feng subconsciously looked at the knife in his hand, and then he realized that the knife in his hand was only a sixth-grade weapon.

Ling Feng placed the knife on the table, and then pulled out the dagger Chang Luo had given him before from his calf.

This dagger is a seventh-grade weapon.

Ling Feng took the dagger and slowly drew it on his finger. This time, his finger was finally cut open.

But no blood came out.

Under the gaze of Chang Luo and Ling Feng, the cut on Ling Feng's finger healed quickly.

In just the blink of an eye, Ling Feng's finger was completely healed, and every trace was visible.

"Amazing!"

After seeing that the wound on Ling Feng's finger was completely healed, Chang Luo seemed very excited. She said to Ling Feng: "That's great, you are really immortal, really!"

Chang Luo was so excited that she could not speak coherently, then she couldn't help hugging Ling Feng, and finally cried in Ling Feng's arms.

Ling Feng reached out and patted Chang Luo's back gently.

He also knew that Changluo, as a person from the age of the gods, must be lonely inside. She must often be thinking about her family. Otherwise, she would not be thinking about her family when she fell asleep.

She helped Ling Feng in this way, actually to help herself. She wanted to trace her father's traces through Ling Feng. Even if her father was dead, if she could know how his father died, she would feel sad in her heart.

It will also be more comfortable.

"Woo...wow...wow..."

Chang Luo hugged Ling Feng and cried more and more sadly. The emotions that had accumulated in her heart over the years were finally vented at this moment.

Ling Feng became the Spirit Emperor, and he could finally help her share some of her pressure.

Because she became the leader of the Hidden Mist Sect, she had too many things on her shoulders.

But before, no one could help her, and she could only bear it silently.

She always acted strong and cold in front of the people of the Hidden Mist Sect. She seemed to be a strong woman, but in fact, under her strong appearance of a strong woman, she had a fragile heart.

As a woman, she is still fragile.

Since the death of her master, she has been unable to find anyone in the Hidden Mist Sect to whom she can confide her feelings.

Her master knew that she was a survivor from the age of gods, but unfortunately her master was already dead.

And now Ling Feng is the only person who knows that she is from the age of gods.

Now someone can finally help her share some of the burden.

She hugged Ling Feng and cried for a long time before her emotions stabilized.

When she let go of Ling Feng, she was already in tears.

Ling Feng looked at Chang Luo who was crying so much that he was a little heartbroken. He reached out to help Chang Luo wipe the tears from his face and said: "Sect Master, stop crying. You look too ugly when you cry. I want to

I saw you smiling!”

"I'm sorry, I lost my temper!"

Chang Luo said something to Ling Feng, then turned around and wiped away her tears with her hands.

After a while, she turned around, but her eyes and nose were still red because she had just cried.

Ling Feng opened his mouth and said to Chang Luo: "Sect Master, now that I have broken through to the level of the Spirit Emperor, and my immortal body has also reached the level of Xiaocheng, I want to see if I can suck out the power of heavenly fire from your body.

, and the special energy contained in my Yuanling should also have a good recovery effect on the injuries on your back!"

"Then take a look!"

Chang Luo said, then untied her belt and exposed her back.

She has been tortured by the injury on her back for more than thirty years, and she also hopes that Lingfeng can heal the injury on her body.

If there were no images of injuries on her body, she wouldn't have to desperately suppress her cultivation.

The skin on Chang Luo's back was as delicate as suet, but on this almost perfect jade back, there was a wound as big as a palm. The wound formed a sharp contrast with the white and delicate skin around it.

Ling Feng moved his fingers, and then slowly touched the wound on Chang Luo's back.

When Ling Feng's fingers came into contact with the wound on Chang Luo's back, he immediately felt a burning sensation.

It feels so hot.

Ling Feng's hands trembled slightly.

"Ling Feng? How's it going? It didn't hurt you, did it?"

After Changluo felt Ling Feng's movements, she immediately asked. She knew that her wound contained the power of domineering heavenly fire.

"I'm fine, I just didn't get used to it just now!"

Ling Feng said to Chang Luo, then used the Phoenix Tribulation Mind Technique and reached out to touch the wound on Chang Luo's back again.

This time, Ling Feng covered the wound on Chang Luo's back with his entire palm.

"laugh!"

When Ling Feng's palm came into contact with the wound, a red flame immediately ignited from the wound on Chang Luo's back, covering Ling Feng's palm.

Ling Feng's hand suddenly felt a burning sensation.

With the help of the Phoenix Tribulation Technique, Ling Feng felt a stream of hot air flow along his meridians and into his Dantian.

This scorching air flow was the power of fire he absorbed from the wound on Chang Luo's back.

After the power of the flames entered Ling Feng's Dantian, it was immediately absorbed by Ling Feng's six spirits.

At this moment, Chang Luo was also clenching her silver teeth, because when Ling Feng touched the wound on her back, severe pain also came from the wound.

Ling Feng also felt Chang Luo's body trembling.

He opened his mouth and said to Chang Luo: "Sect Master, can you bear it?"

"I'm fine, you can continue!"

Changluo bit her red lips with her silver teeth, shook her head slightly, and responded.

Ling Feng took a deep breath, and then accelerated the operation of the Phoenix Tribulation Technique again.

"Chichi!"

When Ling Feng accelerated the speed of Phoenix Tribulation, the flames wrapping Ling Feng's palms changed from red to orange.

"laugh!"

Ling Feng felt a huge power of flame pouring into his Dantian. The speed of the influx of flame power was still increasing.

Even if Ling Feng had six souls, he could not absorb so much fire power at one time.

At this moment, a strange message emerged in Ling Feng's mind, and he was refreshed because the person in the Fairy and Demon Continent had contacted him.

When the deity in the Immortal Demon Continent contacted the Yuan Shen in the Ancient Tianyuan Realm, seven celestial rivers suddenly appeared behind him, and a huge message also emerged in the deity's mind.

This information is all about what his soul experienced during his time in the ancient Tianyuan world!

"Have you broken through and become the Spiritual Emperor? And you were actually assassinated?"

After receiving this information, Ling Feng frowned slightly, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.
Chapter completed!