Ye Qingran's delicate body trembled, and red blood left the corners of her lips again, which looked particularly dazzling on her fair skin.
Fu Hanxiu's pupils shrank heavily.
"Ran'er!"
He exclaimed, his low voice filled with panic.
The moment he saw her bleeding, his soul seemed to be ripped away.
He couldn't see her hurt, not even a little bit!
Before meeting Ye Qingran, no one could make him care so much, not even his son. After meeting Ye Qingran, she is more important than his life!
Ye Qingran quickly reached out to wipe the blood from the corners of her lips, and shook her head at Fu Hanxiu, "I'm fine!" In her heart, she cursed the dead soul.
However, by doing so, she was somewhat deceiving others.
How could Fu Hanxiu believe her words again?
She even vomited blood and she still said she was fine?
Just when Fu Hanxiu was distracted, the undead smiled sinisterly and took advantage of Fu Hanxiu's unpreparedness to take action!
"Be careful!" Ye Qingran happened to be facing the undead and immediately discovered his conspiracy and shouted loudly.
Fu Hanxiu also felt the danger coming from behind and reacted immediately.
However, even so, it is still a step too late.
Boom~
A black mist burning like a flame hit Fu Hanxiu's back. Although Fu Hanxiu ducked sideways to avoid fatal damage, he still...
His body trembled, but his back remained straight, seemingly unscathed.
However, Ye Qingran knew that this was just an appearance!
The undead's blow just now was so vicious, and it was all about killing Fu Hanxiu. How could he be merciful?
Ye Qingran's pupils trembled slightly and she was speechless.
"I'm fine." Fu Hanxiu shook his head lightly, his brows suddenly darkened, and he turned around and hit back with a backhand.
The dead soul succeeded in one blow and was in a proud mood.
It failed to kill Fu Hanxiu, but injured him seriously. It was already very satisfied.
However, what it never expected was that Fu Hanxiu would choose to fight back at this time!
The sudden attack caught the undead off guard. However, unlike Fu Hanxiu, it focused almost all its attention on Ye Qingran and avoided most of the attacks like Fu Hanxiu. Even so, it looked particularly embarrassed.
"Damn it!" The dead spirit was furious, "Since you care about that woman so much, then I will turn her into my puppet, Jie Jie Jie!"
The weird and unpleasant laughter of the undead echoed between heaven and earth, which was terrifying.
Its eyes turned and stared at Ye Qingran maliciously.
The sneak attack just now was not just a sneak attack, it deliberately planted its own death energy into Ye Qingran's spiritual roots.
The spiritual root is the foundation of a cultivator and is extremely fragile. Once it controls the other person's spiritual root, it also controls that person.
Even if it wants to, it can make the other party's spiritual roots wither and become a waste at any time!
That is, at the moment when the dead spirit looked over, Ye Qingran clearly felt that the dead energy attack on Lingya was more brutal again.
She resisted desperately, and her whole body was tense. The children felt her abnormality and looked at her curiously.
Ye Qingran knew that it was impossible for her to hide it at this time, so she let go of the children's hands, sat down cross-legged, and said to the children, "Xiaohu Xiaochen, mother was injured just now and needs to be healed.
But don’t worry too much, mother will be fine.”
The little foxes and little dustmen smelled an unusual smell and were a little worried. However, in order not to affect their mother, they forced out a cute smile and said, "Mother, don't worry about us. Please heal your wounds quickly!"
Ye Qingran nodded, looked at Fu Hanxiu in the distance, and said to him, "Just deal with him with all your strength. Don't worry about me. Don't forget, I am the Pill Emperor!"
Fu Hanxiu pursed his thin lips tightly, but did not refute.
Ye Qingran closed his eyes and began to resist the invasion of death energy with all his heart.
"Huh?"
The undead spirit made a confused sound, and then it discovered that Ye Qingran did not have spiritual roots. To be precise, her spiritual roots had not grown yet and were still in the spiritual bud stage.
"A saint without spiritual roots is interesting."
However, no matter how interesting it is, it will eventually be destroyed in its hands.
No one can block its way!
No one!
Fu Hanxiu knew that the dead spirit was attacking Ye Qingran, so he did not hesitate to take action again. Faced with Fu Hanxiu's attack, the dead spirit seemed very calm.
"Do you think that if you hold me back, she will be okay? Naive!" Necromancer laughed sarcastically, "Besides, with your strength, you could have been at a tie with me at most, but now you have been severely injured by me, so what?
Or my opponent?"
"Would you know if you try it?" Fu Hanxiu opened his thin lips lightly and spat out coldly.
Even though he was plotted by the undead, Fu Hanxiu's strength did not show a weakening trend. Instead, he became more and more courageous as he fought, which made the undead secretly frightened for a while.
How does this man have such huge potential?
On Ye Qingran's side, although she was focused on fighting the death energy, she still paid some attention to observe everything around her.
She was slightly relieved when she learned that Fu Hanxiu was not greatly affected.
The death energy is still pouring into the spirit bud, trying to turn the spirit bud into black. As long as the spirit bud turns black, she will become the puppet of the undead. Even if she has her own thoughts, she can only let the undead control her.
strength.
Ye Qingran naturally cannot give up resistance easily.
You know, it took her a lot of effort to grow this small spiritual bud. She had great expectations for it.
Qin Feixue and others on the side felt worried for Ye Qingran when they saw her vomiting blood, especially when she sat cross-legged on the ground and began to heal her injuries. They spontaneously gathered around Ye Qingran and gathered her around.
She protects in the middle.
At this moment, Ye Qingran has entered a state of inner vision. She can clearly see her spiritual bud, which is actually a thin and short stem with a small leaf growing on it, like a newly sprouted mung bean sprout.
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However, the spiritual buds at this time have been wrapped in the air of death, and they seem to have lost their former luster and seem to wither at any time.
The death energy attacks the spirit bud very fiercely. Once it is broken through, the spirit bud will be in danger.
Ye Qingran tried her best to block the attack of death energy. At this moment, she couldn't help but think of those years when she had no spiritual roots.
Back then, her Holy Spirit Root was poached by Ye Huanhuan, and she became what everyone said was a waste without a Spiritual Root.
You know, in the eyes of the world, spiritual roots are the foundation of cultivation. Without spiritual roots, there is no medium to communicate with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It is like a high-rise building without a foundation, which can never be built.
However, what is impossible in the eyes of the world has become possible for her.
In her previous life, she was the number one cultivator in the 31st Century Era of Resurrection. She mastered a special cultivation method that is applicable even in this world.
This is also the fundamental reason why she can still practice without spiritual roots.
However, that kind of cultivation method cannot make her go further in her cultivation, so she still needs to grow her spiritual roots again.
However, since spiritual roots are the foundation of cultivation and the medium for communication between cultivators and spiritual energy, must they be the same?
Can it exist in a different form?
This thought appeared in Ye Qingran's mind and shocked her whole body.