Seven hundred and nineteenth chapter valley healing
"I didn't expect that his cultivation level had reached this level..." Leng Xiaoran thought in his heart. Please visit the latest free chapters of this book.
Soo, ten figures flew rapidly at low altitude, their bodies like nimble monkeys.
The jungle and mountains of Western Shu are stacked, and the green trees are also swaying in the wind.
Leng Xiaoran and the other ten had been away from the jungle for nearly three days. "Huhu--" Feng Qi was a little scared, and it seemed that he had not escaped from the previous battle.
You can see the shock in everyone's hearts from everyone's eyes. Perhaps the previous battle was not fierce, but there was still a lot of trauma on everyone's body, and the black mark remained on their bodies like filth.
This is the breath of the Ghost King, but everyone has removed the breath, but the injuries are still festering.
"How could the King of Ghost in Fengdu have soared in a short period of time? This is no better than the Yin-Erosion Demon that has been around for thousands of years." The surprising words in everyone's hearts.
Everyone was already on the border of Western Shu. This place was a valley. The terrain was indeed hidden, but ordinary people could not find it. Moreover, everyone restrained their breath, so it was indeed unlikely that the Ghost Emperor would find himself and others.
"Bai Ling'er." Leng Xiaoran called out, and Bai Ling'er knew what she said, and saw the raindrops sprinkled from Bai Ling'er's hands pouring on everyone like dew.
"Huh?" Leng Xiaoran saw that Bai Ling'er was black and asked, "Your injuries..."
"It's okay, it'll be fine later." Bai Ling'er smiled, but she didn't know about it, but her face turned pale.
Meng Mei frowned and asked in a low voice: "Is that true?"
The black veil was graceful and beautiful figure came to Bai Ling'er's side, and her face changed in vain, "The injury was so deep."
Everyone's eyes were also exposed. Meng Mei forcibly interrupted Bai Ling'er's casting spell, and Leng Xiaoran also walked over. Seeing that the wound on Bai Ling'er's waist was indeed quite large, and the black pus was twisting like a worm.
A trace of coldness rose out of nowhere, everyone shook a little, and their eyes looked at Leng Xiaoran, "How is Bai Ling'er's injury?" The low voice of the golden spear seemed to notice a difference.
"Mobilize internal breath and hold the spirit platform." Leng Xiaoran said in a low voice, and a palm was printed on Bai Ling'er's back, while the other hand tore open the clothes around Bai Ling'er's waist. "You--" Bai Ling'er exclaimed, and then whispered: "They are all here."
Meng Mei turned around and looked at everyone, her eyes were cold and indifferent. Without saying anything, everyone left consciously. At the same time, Sand Shadow also touched Meng Mei's gaze and put her hands on the ground.
A rumbling sound came immediately, and then four low walls were immediately erected around Bai Ling'er.
Meng Mei looked at the two people behind the wall, not knowing what she was thinking, but she just showed a faint smile, but there was a hint of self-mockery.
...
The two people in the low wall are just two.
Bai Ling'er, who was pale, felt her ears red and hot, and a hint of blush rose from her cheeks.
"Did the Ghost King hit you?" Leng Xiaoran's tone was not so cold, but it was definitely not gentle.
"Yeah." Bai Ling'er responded in a low voice, without saying much.[
Leng Xiaoran sighed slightly, "Then won't heal himself after that?" Leng Xiaoran showed a hint of blame, but also looked strict.
"The situation was urgent at that time. How could I have been for myself at that time..." Bai Ling'er explained, but was interrupted by Leng Xiaoran, "Don't say it anymore. Now the clan is like this, I don't want my companions to leave one by one..." Leng Xiaoran's expression was a little low.
"I understand." Bai Ling'er lowered her eyes, looking a little embarrassed.
Leng Xiaoran reached into Bai Ling'er's waist with one hand, and could touch the smooth jade skin from the torn clothes.
Bai Ling'er moaned and her whole body trembled slightly, "What are you thinking?" Leng Xiaoran's voice suddenly came.
"Ah--" Bai Ling'er's face became more and more rosy. She turned around and looked at Leng Xiaoran angrily, "What and what are you?" Bai Ling'er twisted her body, as if she wanted to leave Leng Xiaoran's right hand.
"Don't move." After Leng Xiaoran's words fell, Bai Ling'er really couldn't act.
The blue light was like a sticky liquid, slowly flowing out of Leng Xiaoran's palm, sank into Bai Ling'er's somewhat rotten waist injury.
The coolness gradually dispelled the arrogance of the pain in Bai Ling'er's waist. "I can heal myself, why do you want to take action?" Bai Ling'er held her cheeks with both hands.
"Why did you heal us but not yourself?" Leng Xiaoran asked back.
"I--" Bai Ling'er was speechless.
Leng Xiaoran smiled and said, "Don't care about your body."
"Hmm?" Bai Ling'er didn't know what Leng Xiaoran wanted to say for a moment.
"The Ghost Emperor's aura was quite strange. With a sound of cultivation, I had already reached the realm of transformation. And I actually felt a trace of aura on his body. I thought I was already afraid of the rules of heaven and earth." Leng Xiaoran continued, while Bai Ling'er still listened blankly, "If his attack hit you firmly, maybe I wouldn't see you now."
"Well." Bai Ling'er nodded. She could indeed feel the pressure of overshadowing the sky from the Ghost Emperor. That aura was definitely not caused by an ordinary devil.
Leng Xiaoran's left hand was pressed against Bai Ling'er's fragrant back, and a calm breath flowed from it, as if regulating the qi and blood in Bai Ling'er's body. Bai Ling'er seemed to have nothing to do, and felt that the breath in her body had stabilized.
"I'm almost done... I'll do it myself." Bai Ling'er struggled a little.
Leng Xiaoran shook his head slightly, "That breath invades your bone marrow. If it is simply removed, I don't have to take action myself."
Bai Ling'er trembled all over and looked back at Leng Xiaoran, "Is this the case?"
Leng Xiaoran also looked at Bai Ling'er's bright eyes, and could clearly see what Bai Ling'er was thinking, "Your heart is in chaos..."
"Is that true?" Bai Ling'er turned her head, her expression a little dim.
"Hone for a moment." Leng Xiaoran said, but saw that Bai Ling'er had no reaction.
I saw Leng Xiaoran grab Bai Ling'er's waist with one hand, "Ah-" Bai Ling'er let out a low voice, as if in extreme pain.
At the same time, a loud call came from outside the low wall, which seemed very lively.
A black breath appeared in Leng Xiaoran's right hand, and it completely sucked out the black pus from Bai Ling'er's waist like a whirlpool.
Bai Ling'er only felt that all the five internal organs in her waist were pulled out, and the pain came fiercely and quickly.
Leng Xiaoran swung the black pus in one hand and threw it on the low wall with a casual move, eroding a layer of the low wall.
Bai Ling'er collapsed in Leng Xiaoran's arms with strength, sweating all over her body, and gasping in a low voice.
At this time, Leng Xiaoran's ears twitched, as if he noticed some movement outside the low wall, as if he was a low laughter, "What are you doing here?" Then Meng Mei's cold and stern voice came, "Wow——Escape——" and then the shouts of Jin Qian and others.
Bai Ling'er's face was like gold paper, but Leng Xiaoran's spiritual power was still pouring into her body. It can be seen that Bai Ling'er's face gradually improved, and her breath gradually stabilized.
Close your eyes, your breathing slowed down, and it seemed that you had fallen asleep.
Leng Xiaoran kept holding her in her arms and looking at her, as if time had stopped and the sky was dim.
After a long time, Leng Xiaoran exhaled a breath of turbid air, looking at the filth on his palm, thinking in his heart, "It is rumored that the power of the Ghost Emperor is not like this, why?"
"Moan..." Bai Ling'er slowly woke up, with beautiful eyes Panpan, and looked at the knife-like face above her head without blinking.
"What are you looking at?" Leng Xiaoran's face was a little stiff and she asked in a low voice.
Bai Ling'er smiled sweetly, her face flushed and her red lips opened: "What are you thinking?" Leng Xiaoran had asked this before.
"Your injuries should have almost healed." Leng Xiaoran said avoidingly.
Bai Ling'er looked at Leng Xiaoran with a frown. She gently stroked her waist with her jade hand. She could feel that although the wound was no longer festering, the jade-lubricated skin no longer existed. "Oh--" A ray of light appeared in the palm of her palm, and then Bai Ling'er could feel the skin on her waist gradually calming and changing before.
Leng Xiaoran gently helped Bai Ling'er up, waved his right hand, and the surrounding low walls turned into sand and dust.
I saw Meng Mei and Saying stayed outside the low wall, while the rest were sitting in the distance, and their eyes were secretly looking at Leng Xiaoran.
Meng Mei looked cold, but the moment she turned to look at Bai Ling'er, she looked surprisingly calm, "How is it?"
"It's okay." Bai Ling'er's cheeks had not yet dissipated, and she was so cute.
Leng Xiaoran's eyes seemed to see the golden spear full of smiles, but she could also see the complexity in the golden spear's eyes. Leng Xiaoran did not say much, but sat cross-legged and left a sentence, "Power out the breath of the Ghost Emperor in his body."
The sacred aura fell from the sky and spread on everyone like rain. A trace of black air slowly floated out from the head, like smoke from cooking.
There seemed to be only one figure in Bai Ling'er's eyes, and the dark blue color was like a reflection in the water, confused and confused.
Meng Mei's eyes were always between Bai Ling'er and Leng Xiaoran. The peerless face under the black veil showed a hint of loneliness. The thoughts in her heart seemed to rise sharply. Are she still thinking about the black and elegant figure back then?
Everyone was thinking about memories to a greater or lesser extent, and their spirits were not so concentrated, but they did not know the dangers were approaching everyone step by step.
"Hmm?" However, Leng Xiaoran felt something in the dark, and looked coldly at his side, but he could not feel any breath at all, revealing a hint of doubt and solemnity...