Zheng Mo knew from the bottom of his heart that Wang Mei had successfully drawn out the yin qi in his body, and whether he could save his life or not, he would do it here. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Even if he knew at this time that the skin film had a very bad effect on Wang Mei, it would be hypocritical to say anything against it at this time.

Therefore, he could only close his eyes and cooperate, and at the same time suppress the complex emotions under his eyes.

Wang Mei used the adhesion of the Yin Qi to trigger the Yin Qi attached to Zheng Mo's body, and then began to follow the cultivation method in the "Star Dou Essence", trying to take back the Shaoyin Qi, and luck went down, according to the exercises, trying to enter the Yin Qi that was guided into the daily cycle of the Twelve Righteous Classics, so as to slowly assimilate it.

Unexpectedly, the yin qi in Zheng Mo's body was extremely stubborn, and it could even make people feel extremely strong anger and resentment.

This was very different from the peaceful yin qi that Wang Mei had absorbed at the cathode before, but it was a bit like the tree spirit that she had devoured with her divine thoughts.

As soon as this yin qi entered his body, Wang Mei felt a burst of discomfort.

After entering the cycle and realizing that Wang Mei wanted to assimilate him, the extremely strong resentment resisted even more strongly, and even Wang Mei's meridian walls felt a piercing coldness, which made Wang Mei can't help but shiver like being slashed through the skin with a dagger.

Fortunately, Wang Mei's divine sense was strong enough, and he was affected by this resentment, so he did not lose his mind.

Just as she was about to use her divine sense to devour the other party like last time, she suddenly felt her chest burn.

The long-lost warm touch came from her hanging on her chest, and a warm breath suddenly flowed through her heart and pericardium, making Wang Mei's meridians invaded by the cold yin qi warm, as if she had soaked in a hot spring in winter.

The strange yin qi with resentment met this warm current, as if it had met a natural enemy, and wanted to flee in a panic.

Where did Wang Mei's divine sense allow the other party to mess around in his body, and his divine consciousness turned into a chain, firmly fixing the yin qi in the Shenmen acupoint, waiting for the warm current from the clan to slowly dissolve it.

In this way, Wang Mei introduced the yin qi in Zheng Mo's body into his body with his own yin qi, and then fixed it in one place with his divine sense, and then the divine consciousness in the trace of yin qi was dissolved by the warm current flowing from the clan pei, and then let it enter the meridians to join the circulation.

Wang Mei didn't know how long it had taken for this process, but after she finally turned the last wisp of yin qi into the meridians, she opened her eyes, and the sky in the underworld was still dark.

Wang Mei looked at Zheng Mo in front of him, at this time, the right half of his body was already gone, and the black qi that had lingered before had been lost, and the wound that had flowed black blood before had stopped bleeding and was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this scene, Wang Mei couldn't help but sigh at the miracle of the cultivator - if this kind of wound is a mortal, it needs to lie in bed for at least three months, and it also needs good medicinal materials and good service, otherwise it may not be able to recover after lying down for half a year, let alone leave a scar.

The sound of "grunt......" was particularly abrupt in the silent underworld.

Wang Mei's face was slightly red, although she could open the stomach meridian and be able to open the valley, but the duration of the valley was also determined by her cultivation. With her current cultivation, the Bigu period is only ten days.

In the past, in the cathode, it was the black panther immortal who grabbed food to satisfy her hunger, although one person and one leopard knew nothing about cooking, but it did not prevent the two from drinking blood and meat.

But since she met Zheng Mo, she hasn't eaten, and she doesn't know how many hours have passed at this time, and hunger in her belly is also a common thing.

Zheng Mo on the other side was still meditating with his eyes closed, but a bottle of pill floated out of his sleeve, Wang Mei only felt a shock to his senses, and then a voice exploded in her sea of consciousness: "Your master didn't even prepare a bottle and a half bottle of pills for you to quench your hunger? ! This is a bottle of Bigu Dan, you can eat one in a month, you can keep it." ”

Zheng Mo's divine sense is fiery, just like the red robe on his body, but the timbre of his divine sense is extremely cold, with a hint of femininity, like ice wrapped in fire, in short, it is an uncomfortable mixture.

Although his heart was awkward, Wang's eyebrows were not revealed. She naturally took the small white bottle floating in the air, didn't even bother to look at Zheng Mo, and poured out a round pill.

This pill is tender yellow, and a small grain is the size of corn, and it smells bitter like a ginseng pill. It melts in the mouth, but leaves a sense of sweetness.

Sure enough, as soon as this elixir entered his abdomen, Wang Mei felt a warm breath spread in his chest and abdomen, and his hunger suddenly disappeared. This is the Immortal Family Pill? Wang Mei closed the cork and carefully put the vial into his sleeve pocket.

"Isn't it? You don't even have a thing to store?! How poor is your master?"

As soon as Wang Mei put the Bigu Dan away, he heard Zheng Mo's slightly exaggerated voice and looked in his direction.

Sure enough, Zheng Mo had finished pranayama and was leaning on a stone behind him to look at her, with undisguised surprise on his face.

Wang Mei glanced at Zheng Mo, but did not immediately answer him for a few words, but instead looked at the place where the wind snake was trapped before.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual about the artifacts in the array, he said, "Where are we?"

The other party ignored his own provocation, Zheng Mo also felt bored, touched his nose, and said to Wang Mei: "We are in a gourd." The full name of this gourd is Qiankun Yin Yang Gourd, which is the magic weapon of the old monster Jin Buluo and the old man Jin in the middle of the heartbeat. ”

"Mid-heartbeat?" Sometimes, after pretending to be stupid for a long time, you get used to it.

Wang Mei is like this at this time.

She blinked innocently with a pair of phoenix eyes, which made Zheng Mo easily believe that she really hadn't heard the word.

"Your master won't even tell you about a few great realms of cultivators, right?" Zheng Mo was not so much asking as showing off, he seemed to be very happy to see that Wang Mei had something he didn't know.

Obviously, the opportunity to popularize common sense for the omniscient Wang XVII was something he had thought about countless times, and now that the opportunity was in front of him, how could he miss it?

Therefore, Zheng Mo now has four big words "Come and ask me" written all over his body.

A smile flashed in Wang Mei's eyes, she hadn't heard of several great realms of cultivators, she had heard him talk about cultivators when she asked Meng Zhen about cultivators before, but now that Zheng Mo has such a strong desire to express, why should she fulfill him once?

"It's not detailed, if Zheng Saburo knows, might as well talk about it?"

Sure enough, hearing Wang Mei ask like this, a big smile immediately bloomed on Zheng Mo's face, and his originally bright and enchanting face was even more luminous like a bright moon in the sky at this time, "If you talk about this cultivator, it is naturally divided into several factions!"

Seeing Wang Mei sitting upright and listening, Zheng Mo's sense of vanity in his heart swelled unprecedentedly, and he said in more detail: "It is recorded in ancient books that since the battle between the emperors, the heavens and the earth have turned into the Seven Realms. The realm where we are is is called the realm of red dust. It is the source of all worlds. All demon cultivation, human cultivation, spiritual cultivation, Buddha cultivation, and demon cultivation are based on our Ten Thousand Feet Red Dust Realm. ”

"The Red Dust Realm is the collective name of the entire Great Thousand Worlds, one Thousand Worlds dominates the three Thousand Worlds under it, and one Thousand Worlds rules over the three Thousand Small Worlds, and the Canglan Realm where we are is actually just one of the Middle Thousand Worlds, but we are already much luckier than the cultivators of those Small Thousand Worlds, do you know why?"