The headquarters of the Tongtian Society, the main hall is quiet.

Everyone sat nervously, no one spoke, as if they were anxiously waiting for something.

I also stood at the door of the room, holding a cigarette in my hand, changing into a black coat, and although my face was tired, I was still quite sober.

I have never closed my eyes since the end of the war. If it weren't for the strong body, maybe I had fallen down now. In the room opposite me, there was a woman who was worried about me. For me, she was indirectly radiated by the golden dawn. Although she had no worries about her life, she was still unconscious. The biggest harm was her face, which was severely burned, as if she had been burned directly by a fire.

Nuonuo, this ordinary girl who was willing to die with me did not even reach the level of a half-immortal cultivation, but she stood firmly under the golden dawn and was subjected to a powerful impact that even Xuanzun could not bear.

The door of the room opened, and a man in a white shirt, not tall but very thin, walked out. He had fine beads of sweat on his forehead and a white mask on his face. His eyes were sharp and his eyes were as breathtaking as two sharp knives. Especially his hands, his fingers were very long, his skin was very white, and he looked very flexible.

I saw the man in a white shirt walk out, and hurriedly walked up and asked anxiously: "Saint Hand, is Nuonuo okay? Can the wound on his face be healed?"

The monk in white shirt in front of him slowly took off the white mask on his face, revealing a cold face.

He is a very famous wood-type monk in the cultivation world. He is very famous and mysterious. No one knows his name, but he knows that his nickname is Saint Hand. He is not good at fighting, but he is very good at healing spells. According to rumors, Saint Hand was originally a doctor and a doctor who is proficient in surgery. Later, when he discovered that he actually possessed spiritual roots, he was taken as a disciple by a casual cultivator to practice wood-type magic, and combined wood-type magic with modern medicine to create a unique healing technique. In recent years, he has treated the personal disciples of several major sects and the heads of the major cultivation families. He has repeatedly created miracles and is very capable.

This time, I invited him to the Tongtian Club to help him heal the injuries on Nuonuo.

Although Qifeng was once a powerful man of transcendence, he was not good at treatment after all. He was good at killing people. Even though he saved Nuonuo's last breath, he could not cure the wound on her face.

The holy hand turned around, gently closed the door, looked at me and said softly: "I suggest not let her wake up and remain unconscious."

The words of the Saint Hand made me stunned and looked at him inexplicably.

"Hey, Master Luo, the patient's face is very serious. I think this should be related to the war in Beijing yesterday. Her skin was seriously burned, and even cells could not be regenerated. Moreover, some of these powerful energy remained in her skin, and some of them had even entered her body. This is also a good thing. These energy is now in a state of unemployment. As long as it takes a long time to absorb the patient's spiritual energy, the patient's cultivation will improve rapidly. But this has also become the crux of the disease that treats her disease. If this energy cannot be removed, the skin on her face cannot be regenerated. If it cannot be regenerated, it is equivalent to disfigurement. The patient is a girl, and it is okay to be unconscious at this time. Once she wakes up and sees her face unrecognizable, I think it will definitely cause great emotional fluctuations."

I understand the words of the Holy Hand. The damage caused by the dawn of the First Emperor's life remained in Nuonuo's body. These energy can increase her cultivation, but it cannot be removed. Therefore, the wound on her face will always exist and there is no way to heal it. Otherwise, Nuonuo woke up to prevent her from seeing her being disfigured.

"Is there no way to do that?"

I frowned tightly and looked at the holy hand in front of me.

The holy hand pinched his chin with his right hand, and after thinking for a while, he said, "There are two solutions here. First, break the spiritual roots that the patient has established, so that the energy remaining in her body cannot be absorbed at all. We will find a way to discharge the energy, and the wound on our face will naturally be healed. But the consequences of breaking the spiritual roots, Mr. Luo, you should figure it out."

The first plan of the saint is indeed feasible, but it is not the best strategy, and it can even be said to be the worst strategy.

The reason why monks can practice is because they can sense the existence of spiritual energy. In fact, the part that can sense spiritual energy is in everyone's spine. This meridian is the beginning of all meridians in the body and the only meridian with color. Most of them do not have one, and only a few people have it. This is the spiritual root.

What the holy hand calls breaking the spiritual root is actually breaking this meridian!

Nuonuo himself does not have the qualifications to practice, but Sima Tian relied on his powerful spiritual energy to create a behind her, which required Nuonuo to be very clear and endure inhuman pain.

However, breaking this meridian is even more dangerous. Once the spiritual root is broken, the meridians in the whole body will shrink instantly. If they are not treated for a short period of time, they will die soon. Similarly, the spine of a monk is different from that of an ordinary person. Its toughness is several times that of an ordinary bone. Therefore, during the battle, almost no one attacks the spine of a monk because it is not possible to hit the monk.

"There is no other way to interrupt the spiritual roots?"

I shook my head and continued.

The holy hand thought about it and said, "If you want simple treatment, I have an ancient method, which requires a very rare monster, a monster that has been extinct for almost three thousand years. Even in ancient times, it was rare and it was always a sky-high price. This kind of monster is called a discouraged worm. I think you must have heard of the name of this monster."

The discouraged worm can already be called a legendary monster, not because it appeared a long time ago or because it is very rare.

But because its abilities are too perverted, it is simply a nightmare existence.

The discouraged worm has low intelligence and is destined to be a fairy and can only be a monster. Moreover, compared with other powerful monsters, its body is as fragile as an ordinary bug. It is almost the same as a mahjong card. It is gray all over, with a back shell on its body, and there will be a heart-shaped white dot in the middle of the back shell. It can fly, but it cannot fly high, and it can only be several meters above the ground. It is born to be timid. When you see other powerful creatures, you will avoid it from far away. You like to live next to ancient ruins with abundant spiritual energy and feed on the seeds of plants and trees.

It seems to be a very low-level monster, but the heaven is fair. It did not give the discouraged worm a powerful body and intelligent intelligence, but gave it a powerful attack method, which is the silk it spits out, a black and sticky silk. This sticky silk will quickly extract all the energy in its body after sticking to other creatures. It does not need to enter the bloodline. It can be attached to it. The energy extracted will quickly evaporate into the air. It is recorded that in ancient times, an ordinary immortal flew over mountains and rivers and saw a discouraged worm. He was overjoyed at the time and thought he had made a fortune. As a result, when he was arrested, the black silk spit out of the discouraged worm was accidentally stuck to his fingers by the black silk spit out of the discouraged worm. In just one minute, the immortal was completely drained from the air, falling down from the air, and swallowed by the passing monsters.

Therefore, the discouraged worm is listed as a legendary monster because of this perverted silk-spitting function. I guess the Holy Hand means to ask me to find a discouraged worm and let it spit out silk and drain all the energy in Nuonu's body, including the energy of the golden dawn, and it will be convenient to treat injuries at that time.

At this time, before the Saint Hand finished speaking, he thought about it and continued, "Second, what I need is a bundle of fairy grass called Qiuhua Grass. You must also get this, otherwise it will be difficult to completely recover the wound on your face. Even if you use skin grafting surgery and plastic surgery, you will not be the same."

Another problem is that it is a world of spiritual energy. The things of immortals have long disappeared, not to mention the immortal grass that depends on the spirit of immortality. Qiuhua grass is not a rare thing. In ancient times, all sects and heavenly courts had inventory, but it is difficult to get it now. However, this is not difficult. I know that several secret markets should be sold.

"It's only so much, but time is tight. With her current spiritual energy growth and the suppression of the formation I deliberately released, she completely devoured these golden energy in about 3 months. At that time, she can only interrupt her spiritual roots or accept the reality of disfigurement. Remember for three months."

Hearing the words of the Holy Hand, I snatched the cigarette butts on the trash can, stood up and strode out.

"Ding Yun, Tongtian will be handed over to you for the time being. I owe it to you. I must pay it back. Now that the war has just ended, the righteous path and the evil path are not damaged, and no one will come to us for the time being."

After saying that, I stepped out of the Tongtian Association headquarters with great strides.
Chapter completed!