Seeing that the psychic Wu was arrogant and wanted to sleep, Wen Yiming hurriedly said: "I said, Lao Wu, don't sleep!"

"I have to heal my wounds!" Psychic Wu pulled down the broken wings with his mouth, and his tone was full of sadness, "Alas! Without wings, what Psychic Crow is waiting for will be abandoned!"

Wen Yiming pondered for a moment and said, "Why did my injuries heal so quickly? Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info anything else?"

The psychic black mouth squeezed towards the remaining two purple night grasses, "That's not it! But the stems of the purple night grass contain a large amount of vein extension medicinal power, which is not something that a junior spirit beast like us can bear." Otherwise, I would have pecked and eaten it. ”

When Wen Yiming saw the two lush purple night grasses in the corner, his eyes lit up, and he was about to catch up with the wolf in the dark night. However, he didn't dig it out, but sat cross-legged beside the psychic crow, frowning and thinking.

Sooner or later, the two purple night grasses would be his, and he was not in a hurry at all. At present, what he needs to think about is how to get out of the cave, as for finding the Lingyuan Crystal Essence, he believes that the Psychic Wu will not lie to him.

He was full of gratitude for the psychic crow. If it weren't for the psychic black, he would have died a miserable death.

Although the psychic crow did not have much emotional fluctuation when the sound was transmitted, he still saw the loneliness of the psychic crow. If it was really the psychic black that would abolish its wings, he really didn't have a taste in his heart. He had just seen that the purple night grass was a certain distance away from the pool, and in the case of injury, the psychic black desperately tried to save his life by cracking the wound.

And the pool of blood by the pool also deeply shocked him, making him sigh.

Man is inferior to beast!

Glancing at the black wound on the broken wings of the psychic black, there were slight signs of suppuration, Wen Yiming was suffering from not having any herbs and props to do some minor surgery for this life-saving bird.

Suddenly, Wen Yiming had an idea. Secretly said, I don't know if this is feasible? No matter, anyway, I'm going to take a purple night grass, so why don't you give it a try!

"Lao Wu, I have come up with a way to heal your wings!" Wen Yiming patted Tongling Wu's head.

Tongling Wu shook his head, and said dissatisfiedly, "Please call me Lord Wu!"

"Okay, old Wu!"

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome, old Wu!"

Tongling Wu reacted and glanced at Wen Yiming, "What way?"

"You said, after I swallowed the purple night grass raw, because the medicinal power needs to improve my physique and broaden my veins, is it all the medicinal power of purple leaf grass in my body. Wen Yiming analyzed.

When the psychic crow nodded, the long mouth clamp pecked the ground with a 'pop' sound, "It should be like this, and then what?"

The corners of Wen Yiming's mouth curled slightly, and he said with a smile: "Then do I also have the medicinal power of Purple Night Grass in my blood, and the medicinal power of Tuomai is being consumed by the veins, isn't it?"

The psychic black golden pupils turned slightly, and he somewhat understood what Wen Yiming meant. The ground 'popped' repeatedly, "It should be right, and then what?"

Wen Yiming laughed, "Soak my blood into your wound and take some more of my blood." Old Wu, do you think it's feasible?"

'BoboboBo'

"It must be done, boy, what's your name, Lord Wu is very optimistic about you!" Psychic Wu didn't care about the injury of the broken wings, and stood up with a hula.

Wen Yiming smiled, in an extremely good mood, "My real name is Wen Yiming, but there are many enemies outside, so now I am called the blind monk, Li Qing." ”

Tongling Wu's mood was high, and the sound of 'pop' rang out, "It's a good thing that there are many enemies, it's a mediocre talent not to be envied!

"Uh!" Wen Yiming admired this broken bird very much, and he was able to export it. Especially being able to speak well. "Lao Wu, you rest first, wait for me to take the Purple Night Grass, and then you wait to spread your wings and fly high again! Then, we will work together to find the Lingyuan Crystal Essence, and after the cultivation is successful, we will re-emerge from the rivers and lakes and soar into the blue sky!"

'BoboboBobo'

Where can Tongling Wu calm down and rest now, he has been bored at the bottom of this cave for a month, and he has long been entangled like a large size without toilet paper on the toilet.

"Spread your wings and fly high, that's right! Coo!"

Wen Yiming said secretly, it seems that Lao Wu was damaged by himself, what this voice said!

Wen Yiming dug up the two purple night grass by the roots, thought about it, took out the jet-black box and opened it, carefully gathered one of them, and put it into the inner wall of the jade with the soil. Wen Yiming thought, this box is cold, it should be similar to the function of a refrigerator, and putting the purple night grass in it should be able to keep it for a while longer.

Then wash the roots of the remaining purple night grass with wine. Then he sat cross-legged beside the psychic crow and ate it from the root of the purple night grass one bite at a time.

"It doesn't taste very good!" The sour, astringent, and bitter taste made Wen Yiming's face twitch constantly, "Fight!"

With the last handful of fat leaves left, Wen Yiming stuffed it all into his mouth.

After a while, Wen Yiming only felt that his whole body was hot, and his bones and tendons vibrated slightly.

After improving the muscles and muscles, Wen Yiming said secretly. Hurriedly took out the Leng Yue Sword and decisively cut his wrist, and in the surprised gaze of the Tongling Wu, he stretched out the bleeding wrist above the Tongling Wu's mouth, endured the discomfort of the body, and said in a trembling voice: "Old Wu, hurry!"

Tongling Wu came back to his senses, hurriedly lowered his body, raised his mouth and opened it widely.

The blood flowed into the psychic black mouth like a thread, but for some reason, in less than half a minute, the wound quickly formed a layer of blood cocoon.

Wen Yiming did not hesitate to cut down with another sword, and only then did the voice of Tongling Wu come out, "Enough, Lao Wen!"

At this time, the internal organs in Wen Yiming's body also began to become hot, and he even had a feeling that his internal organs were burned. The eight veins of his body were like molten iron, and he was about to lose his head in pain.

Biting the tip of his tongue vigorously, a trace of clarity disappeared as soon as it was produced. Wen Yiming shook his crumbling body, and reluctantly put his severed wrist on the wings of the psychic crow, letting the blood pour on the wounds of the wings.

When Wen Yiming felt that his consciousness was about to disappear, the voice of the psychic black came into his mind anxiously.

"Lao Wen, that's enough! Leave me alone, calm down, don't faint! Hold on! Otherwise, your heart will be burned..."

Tongling Wu didn't know why, after taking Wen Yiming's blood, he seemed to have recovered a trace of memory.

"Rub!"

Wen Yiming grabbed the Cold Moon Sword, slammed the hilt of the sword into the 'Shenting Acupoint' on his chest again and again, and slammed it on the 'Yintang Acupoint' with his other hand and fingers like a sword.

These two acupuncture points are both clear and refreshing acupoints, and under the continuous stimulation, Wen Yiming has slightly recovered a trace of Qingning.

"It's hot to death!" Wen Yiming was like a madman who had lost his mind, kicked off the bottom of the thousand layers of disdain, and tore a monk's strong suit to shreds with a few sounds...

Tongling Wu was in a hurry to turn around, and just now Wen Yiming cut his veins twice in a row without hesitation, which moved it, and it even felt some mist in its eyes.

As for the matter of the Purple Night Grass's forging body and expanding the veins, it did not have much memory to recover, and only remembered that it had heard the master mention it; the process of forging the body and expanding the veins was difficult, but it was necessary to maintain consciousness.

Just when Wen Yiming couldn't bear it, the seven hundred and twenty acupuncture points in his body were rapidly agitating from the inside out. As if something wanted to drill out of the acupuncture points in his body, Wen Yiming's whole body was as painful as acupuncture with a red-hot steel needle.

At this time, Wen Yiming was naked and sat cross-legged on the ground. The temperature of the surrounding body surface made the psychic wudu, who was three meters away, feel a scorching heat. The dense outward-squirming acupuncture points are as terrifying as if an unknown creature is about to break out of its body. Frightened, the psychic crow dragged his wings and took two steps back again.

Wen Yiming kept smashing the 'Shenting Acupoint' and the 'Yintang Acupoint' with the hilt of his sword to keep him clear.

The pain caused by the acupuncture points around his body made Wen Yiming almost faint. However, when he was gritting his teeth, he felt that the burning heat of his veins and internal organs was decreasing slightly. Although the reduction was limited, he was inexplicably grateful.

Because he found that the scorching heat that was surging towards the acupuncture points actually rushed out with blazing heat from the twelve acupuncture points, such as Baihui, Shivering, Qihai, Lifegate, Dazhu, Tail, Laogong with both hands, well on both shoulders and shoulders, and springs on both feet. The slightest reduction in burning pain is the credit of the establishment of the acupuncture points that were opened before. And the 'Yongquan Cave' of the feet was opened after breaking through the fourth layer of the martial artist.

The heat wave in the meridians was tumbling, and the burning pain in the viscera was like being poured sulfuric acid. Wen Yiming's eyes were red, and the hot breath he exhaled was like two puffs of smoke.

Wen Yiming was so dazed that he couldn't see the scene in front of him clearly.

Raised his hand and smashed it the 'Divine Court Acupoint' again, just when Wen Yiming was accustomed to raising his hand and preparing to smash it twice.

'Poof!'

Wen Yiming's 'Divine Court Acupoint' shook, and a blazing hot current rushed out of the 'Divine Court Acupoint'! In an instant, the blur of Wen Yiming's spiritual platform was expelled by a small half, and his eyes lit up at the same time, no longer hazy.

"Haha!'Divine Court Acupoint' has been opened?" Wen Yiming was ecstatic.

At this time, opening up any acupuncture points did not have the effect of opening up the 'Shenting acupoint'. Because once the 'Divine Court Acupoint' is opened, Wen Yiming's consciousness limit will be greatly expanded, which can be described as timely rain.

"Yay!' Yintang Acupoint's turn!"

Wen Yiming was overjoyed, the hilt of the sword confiscated the strength, and with a 'bang', he smashed himself into Venus in all directions! Blood spread all over his cheeks in an instant, and he was almost disfigured.

Tongling Wu was shocked by Wen Yiming's masochism and tilted his neck slightly.

Frightened and secretly said: Lao Wen, the madness in your heart, forgive Lao Wu and dare not agree!