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Maybe it was getting farther and farther away from the ghost abyss, and there were a lot fewer demon beasts along the way, Zhong Zhen's divine sense kept sweeping, not only did not find any demon beasts, but also found no other monks, she finally stopped tiredly.

Previously, while flying, he checked Huiyan's injuries. She couldn't help but be convinced, the treasure of the immortal cultivator is really not simple, a very ordinary monk's robe, although it has been caught by birds many times, the robe is not broken at all, and the body inside is a little injured, but it is not particularly serious.

Monk Jindan's self-healing speed was fast, and after she flew for a day, the body injuries of the great monk had recovered as usual, but the place where the killing qi cut was slightly lacking and had not fully recovered.

The external injury is fine, but where can the damage to the Yuan Shen be so easy to heal.

Why don't you wake up? Zhong Zhen was extremely anxious, it had been almost ten days.

The monk had to be sent back to his big temple, she didn't know how to heal people. Fortunately, although Huiyan's pulse is weak, it is very stable, and he will not die for a while while watching the scene.

After devouring the white bird, Zhong Zhen had the same feeling as before after using divine power to absorb Mu Wanning, as if he had swallowed a few catties of fat meat, and he was so tired that he kept vomiting.

I was afraid that there would be distress on the road, so I didn't dare to stay, and I really flew all the way and vomited.

Finding a cave, she closed her eyes and meditated. The soul group was shrouded in a white mist, holding a spirit crystal in his hand, and slowly absorbed the spirit brought by the white bird into his soul with spiritual power. The mixed breath was not good for the body, but she didn't feel it that way at this time.

As if there was no conflict with itself, there was no sense of blood upwelling when absorbed. It's as if it was my own spirit.

"Mid-stage of soul refining!" Zhong Zhen opened his eyes, completely unable to understand why his cultivation had increased so quickly. In the past, she was in the swamp, and she didn't know how many mutant beasts she had absorbed, and after she used it for herself, she couldn't increase her cultivation much.

Later, she will find a few more of these white birds to swallow, and she has made up her mind. There is no surging of blood, no irritability that devours the mixed spirits. Where to find such a good thing.

She secretly rejoiced. But suddenly I felt that the lower part of my shoulder above my back was extremely itchy, as if something was about to rush out of my body, so I turned my hand upside down and touched it. Two large bags have been arched under the shoulders, and they are still twisting.

"Oh no, there's something wrong with this white bird."

The large bag on the back is becoming more and more noticeable, and at first it is just itchy. Later, it was so itchy that it was like someone scratching the soles of their feet with feathers. And the skin on his back was stretched in pain.

With a "poof", the skin broke, and the things in the big bag under the shoulders broke out.

"My mother!" Zhong Zhen screamed like thunder, and almost fainted. She's already figured out what's growing behind her. In fact, you don't need to touch it, you can see it clearly when you pull it in front of you.

It's been shaded, it's miserable by the white bird!

She grows a pair of wings that are identical to those of the white bird. A pair of fleshy wings that are thick but transparent like cicada wings. It's not that big at the moment, it's only about two feet long. But it's like a fake.

The appearance of the wings had already stunned Zhong Zhen, but the matter was not over yet, and he suddenly felt that his scalp began to itch again.

"It's over, it's over, I'm going to be a bird." Her head was itching terribly, and she couldn't care about it, so she touched her nose and face vigorously, for fear that a bird's beak would grow later.

Originally, there were two buns combed in the buns, but at this time the buns fell apart on their own, because new hair grew out of the scalp, and the speed was so fast that it was visible to the naked eye.

After a while, the long hair went past the buttocks and hung down directly to the calves.

After the horror, it was as calm as death, and Zhong Zhen silently waited for something else to suddenly itch, whether it was the nose or the mouth, or the feet.

Even if the next pair of hands suddenly turned into bird claws, she would not be surprised.

The dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, and after coming out of the Qiankun mirror, Zhong Zhen has been in a trance, as if something incomprehensible happens every day.

After a while, he found that he was a dead man, similar to the original god of a dead monk. After a while, she found that she was not exactly a primordial god, and there was a layer of flesh and blood that could not be seen by others and could not be detected by divine consciousness to protect the primordial god, and even she herself became invisible.

After fighting with the demon, she found that except for the absence of a black shadow and not shrouded in black fog, she was basically the same thing as the demon.

There are too many unexpected things, and people can become numb. It's like grandpa is sick, grandma is lame, my mother ran away with someone, my father found three concubines who were twice as young as him, and even the turtle raised since childhood was bitten to death by a snake.

If you find out that your future husband has been engaged since childhood, she actually loves men, and her sweetheart is not a beautiful man like Ling Xiao's ancestor, but a big man like Liu Doukui. She wouldn't be too surprised.

People's endurance can always be strengthened in countless changes, and the spine will become more and more erect. People who are accustomed to suffering can't taste bitterness even when they bite the yellow lotus.

What else, let the horses come! Zhong Zhen said silently in her heart.

After waiting for a long time, but nothing else changed, she was almost a little disappointed. Just grow a pair of wings and grow your hair long, it's so boring!

Picking up the long sword in his hand, Zhong Zhen grabbed his hair and slashed it with a sword. Such long hair is too much of a hindrance, and even if it is combed, no matter what kind of bun it is, it must be the boss.

The sword went through the hair, and nothing was shaved.

She has seen many scenes like this, but all of them are when she uses a sword to slash demon beasts. The sword passed through the body of the demon beast and directly slashed the soul of the opponent.

Stunned, Zhong Zhen suddenly became excited again, her hair was real, and the long sword brought in the Qiankun mirror couldn't cut it.

Does it become something with wings and hair, but no body? I won't even be able to do stealth in the future, and I really can't live this day.

This is even more unbearable than the future husband liking Liu Doukui!

I can't bear it anymore!

Zhong Zhen's heart was stagnant, and he couldn't help but rush out of the cave and run for half a mile. Suddenly stopped, jumped up and down countless times, looked up to the sky and shouted, "God, why don't you die! ”

Yaoyao suddenly heard a man answer her, "If you die, God won't die!" ”

I don't know where the sound came from, at least a few miles away.

Zhong Zhen was stunned, she didn't pronounce it with a soul just now, but with a real voice that usually talks to the apricot blossom ghost, why would anyone hear it.

The person who spoke was a living man, a monk. She swept over with her divine sense, and there were three of them, all of them Jindan monks.

I've been struggling with wings and hair just now, and I'll find someone coming nearby. Before she could dodge and run towards the cave, the three Jindan monks had already stepped on the swords under their feet and flew over, like an eagle pounced on a rabbit, falling sharply and standing in front of Zhong Zhen. (To be continued.) )>