Three months passed, and the last pool of blood and water was all absorbed by Ye Lang, and the spiritual power circulated in the body, looking at the cultivation that had dropped a lot, Ye Lang was a little crying without tears, and the meridians were broadened, and somehow, the dantian mutated, like a bottomless pit, how much spiritual power was not satisfied, she was originally a cultivator of the tenth layer of qi refining, and now she is still the tenth layer of qi refining, but this tenth layer of qi refining is much higher than ten ordinary disciples of the tenth layer of qi refining. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Originally, it was only three times more spiritual power than others, but now it is ten times, what is the concept of ten times, as long as she wants to, the disciples in the middle stage of foundation building are not her opponents, but such benefits come with disadvantages, the spiritual energy she needs for each level of rise is also ten times that of others, if it weren't for the best spirit stone provided by the Knower, I'm afraid that her current cultivation would have fallen below the tenth layer long ago.

In her opinion, why did a broken body refining method cause her to become like this.

Every time Ye Lang asked the knower, he cleverly diverted the topic, and over time, Ye Lang didn't need to ask anymore, as long as she could become stronger, nothing was a problem.

"It's decided?" The figure of the knower appeared beside Ye Lang.

"Yes!" looked at Chongli in his hand resolutely, waiting for this moment for a long time.

"Don't be afraid, you know you can handle it."

Ye Langwan smiled, in fact, he was not afraid, nor nervous, he was excited!

The fingers touched the dragon's eye, the stinging sensation did not appear, the contact place was not melted by the heat wave, the burning sensation came, and the spiritual power in the body was also rolling, desperately wanting to merge with it, there was a dizziness in front of him, and there was only one thought in his mind, which was to devour, devour the drop of crimson blood in front of him.

Such a Ye Lang is a little strange to those who know.

With the cultivation method he used, although he was domineering and cruel, it would not change a person's habits, and the natural attraction of blood to Ye Lang caught him a little off guard, but he liked to see the disciples of famous and decent families, after falling, they were not tolerated by the sect, so it was interesting.

The people of the Wu clan are both good and evil, and they can decide according to their hearts.

The demon who has lost his emotions and only knows how to kill is the most terrifying, and he will not allow anyone to follow his path again.

The ambivalence of the knower, Ye Lang must not have guessed, she is now happy that the Zhurong essence blood in front of her was taken out by her, and she cut the palm of her hand with Chongli's spear blade, and the bright red blood flowed out, Ye Lang couldn't wait to put the drop of blood in the palm of her hand.

The right hand is attached to the spiritual power, and the wound is healed, and the drop of blood that enters the body eats away at each other with Ye Lang's blood, no one will let anyone, and there are constantly bursting wounds on her body, Ye Lang knows that her current body has become a battlefield, no matter what the result is, now she can only protect her body with all her strength, and not let her body become a funnel.

Where Zhu Rong's essence and blood passed, wounds kept appearing, and spiritual power chased to repair the wounds, but it was still difficult to resist, Ye Lang's entire arm had been stained red with blood, and the meridians were also cracked in many places, looking at the essence blood the size of a grain of rice remaining, Ye Lang showed a bitter smile, just a little bit, as long as it reached the heart, there was a way to completely devour it.

Ye Lang, who was used to pain, only felt as if she was in flames, her skin was scorched, her blood was evaporated, and she couldn't do anything, Ye Lang's body quickly dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The knower shook his head, Zhu Rong Jingxue is too domineering after all! Turning away, I couldn't bear to see such a scene.

A soft voice came into Ye Lang's ears: "Ah Lang, the pear blossoms of Hanxue Peak have bloomed, have you seen it?" ”

Ye Lang seemed to see the mountain peaks covered with blood all year round, blooming with pear blossoms, full of vitality, there was a gray figure standing under the tree, the snow-white hair seemed to blend with it, and the natural and elegant attic was exactly the same as the attic she lived in her previous life.

It's the master! Shizun is waiting for her to go back at Hanxue Peak!

As soon as this thought came out, the body that was already powerless to return to heaven burst out with deposited resentment, gathered in the place of the heart, and all pushed towards the drop of essence blood, covering all its strength coefficients.

It worked!

What is this force? The knower looked at the black light flashing on Ye Lang's body with a gloomy expression, which was fleeting, but it made him feel jealous in his heart.

Ye Lang, who regained his dominant force, fell asleep in a warm place.

Is this a success or a failure?

Those who know are a little puzzled.

At this time, Ye Lang was red, bloodstained, and his epidermis was shriveled, like dry soil, breathing steadily, and he looked like he was asleep.

Anyway, no matter what the outcome is, she has nothing left to give her, it's time to let her out of the valley, waiting for the next day, she will find an inheritor for him, and then she will see each other again, maybe she can't wait.

Ye Lang, who was sleeping in ignorance and unconscious, was packed and sent back to the outside of the valley by the knower.

When Ye Lang appeared in Hidden Sword Peak, several figures also appeared in front of Yue Yan's courtyard, and he only had time to see Ye Que leaving with a woman's figure in his arms.

"Yue Yan, what's going on?" Yue Gu asked in a deep voice, as the head of the previous generation of Tibetan Sword Peak, the current Yuanying Zhenjun is naturally clear about the entrance of the Burial Sword Valley, and the sudden appearance of the aura just now made him discover the abnormality from the retreat, and he couldn't wait to appear here.

The rest of the people also had the same mentality, looking at Yue Yan and waiting for his explanation, as the Yuanying Zhenjun of the Zixiao faction, Zixiao's safety was naturally the first priority.

"The disciple who entered the Burial Sword Valley four years ago has come out." Yue Yan frowned, although he came out, it was a little unexpected to him, judging from the appearance of Uncle Shi, it must be a little weird, but he wouldn't say it.

Shi Shuzu took one last look, and he understood what it meant.

"The disciple who got the first place in the sect?" Pei Zai asked with some doubts, the disciples of the sect Xiaobi have all been to him to listen to his preaching, only this one has not appeared, and I heard that he went to the Burial Sword Valley, but he did not appear later, and he also heard some of the discussions between the disciples, so it is a pity for this.

"Are you alright?" The more he knew the inside story, the disciple of that person was naturally different, just a disciple who had not yet opened the valley, how he had survived in the dark Burial Sword Valley for four years, he was a little curious.

"It's okay, it's just that my body is a little weak, and I've already chosen my weapon." Thinking of the spear beside Ye Lang, it was a little bewitching red, but the momentum it exuded made people a little frightened, just like the feeling he had when he saw the sword of the Zixiao Town Sect for the first time.

"It's so good, my apprentice always writes to ask her about the situation, and this time it's good to reply to him so that he can experience it with peace of mind." It was the Shu side who spoke, Li Rudao's master, and he was naturally happy to have a prejudice about his own apprentice being close to the disciple of his uncle's ancestor.

Ju Wan and Lu Xun who came together also nodded, Lu Shu's girl, before the retreat, the person who nagged every day was this junior sister, and now that she is safe and sound, she can feel at ease.

As when they came, several people also chose to go back quietly, without alarming anyone, in the empty yard, there was only the purple tree, and the Yue Yan standing under the tree.

Ye Lang came out, he still had to go to Lou Qingsu to clarify the situation, the sudden appearance of several Yuanying Zhenjun is probably also related to the appearance of that spear, a woman, actually chose such a weapon, but it made him a little curious.

Returning to Ye Que of Hanxue Peak, put Ye Lang on the bed, the entire mountain protection array of Hanxue Peak was opened at the same time, and the veins of fire spirit buried in the ground instantly poured into Ye Lang's room, and Ye Lang, whose spiritual power was exhausted, was like a dragon entering the sea, absorbing all the spiritual power with all his might, Ye Que stood in the room where the aura was wanton, watching Ye Lang's body recover from shriveled back to normal.

"Aaron." The black hair was scattered behind Ye Que, and seeing Ye Lang's situation, he felt the worry in his heart again, little by little, slowly eroding all his thoughts, making him confused.

"You're still so selfish, why can't you think about those who care about you."

The man's hand caressed Ye Lang's eyes, these eyes, when will I see him, thinking of this, the look in the man's eyes instantly became fierce, and he snorted coldly: "I will make those people pay." ”

Ye Lang, who was sleeping, seemed to feel the danger, his brows furrowed, but he still did not wake up.

The touch of his hand made Ye Que startled, his eyes returned to gentleness, he waved his hand to bury the fire spirit back into the ground, covered the quilt for Ye Lang, and placed the repaired broken wind and the storage ring on the table, and the figure disappeared into the room.

On the stone table under the pear tree, there sat a white-haired old man, with a tired face and closed his eyes in contemplation.

[Recently, my body has been a little weak, and I haven't had time to save the manuscript, so I'll add a more chapter this week! ] Ask for recommendations, comments, favorites!! 】