Zhuo Junchen woke up from a coma, the spiritual fire scurrying in his body had disappeared, but there were still bursts of dull pain in his heart.

"Dust?" The back of the neck was lifted, and the tip of the nose instantly lingered with the clear smell of spring water.

Zhuo Junchen half-propped up the bed, and Shen Hanfeng's hand behind him did not retract, but half-sat behind Zhuo Junchen. Qing Han's spiritual power was slowly injected from his back, and although the spiritual power attributes of him and Shizun were opposite, it was not a big deal to use it only for channeling.

"Are you still uncomfortable?" Shen Hanfeng sat behind Zhuo Junchen, and the breath between the words fell right on Zhuo Junchen's neck, causing a shudder.

The injury on his shoulder has been treated, and he doesn't know what elixir the master used, far from the unbearable pain at the beginning, Zhuo Junchen smiled and half-turned his head and said: "It's already good, the master doesn't have to worry." ”

Shen Hanfeng's brows were half furrowed, and after looking at the apprentice's pale face for a long time, he seemed to believe his words, got up and said: "Although I gave you medicine, the internal injuries can't rely entirely on the power of medicine, you cultivate by yourself first, and I'll go find Zisu." "Mu Zisu's medical skills are inherited from Du Heng, and he has seen a lot of injuries on the elixir peak, and his medical skills are exquisite.

Seeing Shizun go out, Zhuo Junchen's expression changed, and a mouthful of black blood that had been pressed in his throat for a long time overflowed from the corner of his mouth. He took out a piece of white silk from the Qiankun bag, carefully spit out the blood, and the purple light on his right hand flashed, and the blood-stained white silk turned into ashes.

Zhuo Junchen closed his eyes and breathed, and his spiritual power operated from the meridians, repairing the place that had been damaged by the spiritual fire of the curly silk yarn. After the spiritual power ran for a week, it was incorporated into the dantian, Zhuo Junchen took a closer look, and the demonic qi in the sea of qi was indeed entrenched in the dantian now, but it was not evenly dispersed like before the coma, but wrapped around the nether whip, and the dark demonic qi was now like a spring water infiltrating the long whip, and the long whip became more and more eye-catching. During this period of coma, this demonic qi seemed to be a little stronger, and there was a faint momentum to suppress the aura in the body.

Zhuo Junchen exhaled a breath of turbidity, and a slightly abnormal appearance suddenly flashed in his mind after the master knew the name of the long whip. According to Qu Ayasha, this long whip is not a spiritual weapon used by monks, but a magic weapon of the demon race?

The hands on his knees couldn't help but tighten, he knew since he was a child that this demonic qi in his body was not innate, and Du Heng had already reminded him that the damage this demonic qi might cause to him in the future was unknown. Now that this Nether Whip has been mistakenly accepted by him as a natal spiritual weapon, will he let the demonic qi overwhelm the thunder and fire aura in his body one day?

In a chaotic mood, Zhuo Junchen stopped his cultivation, his eyes unconsciously fell on the closed door, but his thoughts were already empty.

Since the day he started cultivating, the growth of demonic qi in his body has always preceded the aura. If you want to curb the demonic qi in your body, the best way is probably to stop your cultivation and stay in Frost Heaven Peak from now on and not take a step out of the Immortal Gate. Zhuo Junchen suddenly understood why Shizun kept telling him that as long as he was stable for a lifetime, he didn't have to be obsessed with the realm of cultivation.

I'm afraid that Shizun already knew that he might encounter such a dilemma.

Just as he was thinking, the door creaked open. Shen Hanfeng saw that his apprentice's eyes were hollow, but his thin lips were a little redder than when he left, so he immediately approached and stretched out his hand to land on him.

Zhuo Junchen came back to his senses: "Master." ”

Shen Hanfeng looked at him carefully and was relieved to make sure that his apprentice was indeed fine. He half-turned around, and Mu Zisu, who was also on the side, said, "You can take a look for Ah Chen." ”

Mu Zisu nodded, and Zhuo Junchen consciously stretched out his hand and asked Mu Zisu to cut his pulse. Shuimu's spiritual power flowed in from his wrist, compared to Shen Hanfeng's aura, Mu Zisu's was softer and more detailed, and in addition to probing, he also nourished some subtleties on Zhuo Junchen's body.

After about an hour of incense, Mu Zisu withdrew his spiritual power and said: "The external injuries on Jun Chen's body are not a big problem, the wound medicine given to you last time should still be left, and it will be fine if you apply it three times, but the wounds in the body are more troublesome." Saying that, Mu Zisu turned his head to Zhuo Junchen and said, "You are the Thunder Fire Spirit Root, the spiritual power in your body is already violent, and the ability to repair the meridians is only a drop in the bucket." In this way, if Uncle Shen has some free time, he will use his spiritual power to neutralize Jun Chen, and it should not take long to get better. ”

The thunder and fire are blazing, the frost is cold, if the two can be neutralized and balanced, it is naturally the best, with Shen Hanfeng's cultivation, it is naturally easy to cooperate with Zhuo Junchen's spiritual power.

Shen Hanfeng carefully noted that Mu Zisu didn't bother much when he saw Zhuo Junchen's tired and weak appearance.

After Mu Zisu left, Shen Hanfeng took off his boots and said to his disciples, "How do you feel now?" If you can, start cultivating now. ”

Zhuo Junchen shook his head.

Shen Hanfeng sat down cross-legged, Zhuo Junchen was cultivating with his master for the first time, and he couldn't help but be a little nervous. Shen Hanfeng closed his eyes, his eyelashes were long, and a small shadow fell. He raised his hands half-up, and sealed in front of him, and the ice blue spiritual power converged into a small ball of light in front of him, and as his parted hands turned into two pale spiritual lights.

Zhuo Junchen's hand unconsciously raised with the master's movements, and his palms touched each other, and the spiritual power of the master flowed into Zhuo Junchen's arms along the palms.

"Urging spiritual power is the same as your daily cultivation." Shen Hanfeng's voice suddenly came. Zhuo Junchen did not answer, and closed his eyes like Shizun, the spiritual energy in his body slowly operated from the beginning of the dantian, and when the spiritual power ran to his arms, it mixed with a cold, Zhuo Junchen carefully tasted it, and he could detect that after the subtle changes, these spiritual powers completely dissipated the original fierceness of the spiritual energy in his body and became gentle. Like warm water with moderate heat and cold, the meridians washed by spiritual power not only repaired the wounds, but also faintly broadened and supple.

The spiritual power unconsciously became thicker and more condensed between operations, Shen Hanfeng didn't say much, but the spiritual power injected into Zhuo Junchen's body was also increasing imperceptibly.

Shen Hanfeng's spiritual power seemed to be really only for neutralization, and after flowing into Zhuo Junchen's body, Shen Hanfeng cut off his connection with this spiritual power, leaving only a small sense of the apprentice's inside. At first, these spiritual powers were still in Zhuo Junchen's grasp, but for some reason, there were more and more spiritual powers running in the meridians, and Zhuo Junchen also faintly felt that this spiritual power was a little out of control.

Jun frowned, Zhuo Junchen wanted to stop his cultivation for a while, but only then did he realize that this spiritual power seemed to have completely ignored his spiritual sense! The surging spiritual power washed through the meridians, from the original smooth and gentle to rampant, Zhuo Junchen opened his eyes, and just wanted to remind his master, he saw Shen Hanfeng's face at this time was extremely solemn.

Shen Hanfeng noticed the abnormality of the spiritual power, which was earlier than Zhuo Junchen, but when he entered the spiritual power and wanted to forcibly suppress the spiritual power in Zhuo Junchen's body, these spiritual powers were like mud cows entering the sea, and they could no longer be contacted.

A cold feeling was transmitted from the palms of the two of them, and Shen Hanfeng's spiritual sense moved, this feeling was not from the body, but the perception of spiritual consciousness! Shen Hanfeng's heart was alarmed, this wisp of spiritual consciousness was menacing, and for a while, Shen Hanfeng's primordial spirit in the god transformation stage was going to be suppressed!

At the moment, the spiritual power in Zhuo Junchen's body was out of control, and Shen Hanfeng couldn't cut off the connection between the spiritual power of the two, so he had to use his own spiritual power to guard the Dantian Purple Mansion, and the Frost Burning Sword was summoned by him and wandered between the meridians. The natal spirit weapon carried a sharp sword qi and strangled all the heretics that had infiltrated into the body.

When the Frost Burning Sword collided with that spiritual sense, this spiritual consciousness had already rushed straight to the heart through the Guò Green Spirit Extreme Spring!

Snatch away!

Shen Hanfeng didn't dare to be careless, seeing that the spiritual power on Zhuo Junchen's body was gradually calming down, he immediately stopped the spiritual power transmission, and the surging spiritual power that turned back from his hands and struck this spiritual sense with the Frost Burning Sword coming from the front.

There are many monks in the cultivation world who have lost their bodies for many reasons. If these people have passed the Yuan Infant Period, they can naturally reshape their physical bodies with the escaped Yuan Infants, but this is extremely expensive for their cultivation, so some people want to take the crooked and evil path and take away the physical cultivation of others.

Shen Hanfeng's hands were sealed, Zhuo Junchen looked at the teacher's dignified description, and didn't dare to make a sound to disturb, just now he also felt that something was rushing out of his dantian and heading towards the master, but when he noticed it, it was too late. Zhuo Junchen didn't even dare to breathe too hard, for fear of disturbing his master.

Beads of sweat oozed from Shen Hanfeng's forehead, this spiritual sense was extremely strong, and it was also quite cunning, using the spiritual power that he had just injected into Zhuo Junchen's body as a cover, he almost bypassed the sword qi of the Frost Burning Sword.

Shen Hanfeng used his spiritual power and spiritual sense to force this spiritual sense from the extreme spring to the spiritual path acupoint in his left hand. The sword qi converged, and the Frost Burning Sword turned into a small sword formation in the meridians, piercing this spiritual sense in one go.

An extremely sharp scream seemed to sound in his ears, Shen Hanfeng did not waver in the slightest, and the Frost Burning Sword Array traveled around with the aura, and checked everywhere again, and after confirming that there were no other problems, he stopped.

Shen Hanfeng opened his eyes, it was only a blink of an eye for him, but the sky outside the window had already darkened. In front of him, Zhuo Junchen was staring at him motionlessly, looking extremely nervous. Shen Hanfeng had a smile on his lips: "It's fine." ”

Zhuo Junchen breathed a sigh of relief, and reached out to help Shizun wipe the sweat beads from his forehead very naturally. After a layer and a sleeve, the master and apprentice were both stunned, Zhuo Junchen's thin lips moved slightly, but in the end he didn't say anything, pretending to be unintentional, and continued to wipe it clean. Under his hands, Shizun's body also relaxed, although he was still a little stiff, he did not dodge Zhuo Junchen's movements.

Zhuo Junchen withdrew his hand, feeling a little worried in his heart, Shizun had been half-hanging his eyes since he had just begun, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The atmosphere between the two was a little stagnant for a while.

The sudden knock on the door broke the embarrassment between the master and apprentice, and Mu Zisu's brisk voice sounded: "Jun Chen, Jun Chen!" Time to eat! ”