Roll-on discs, moon dewdrops!

Click, click, Qi Xiang opened his mouth, picked up one or two beads, chewed hard, and waited until the beads broke and turned into cool juice to moisten his swollen throat, and then he felt better.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen moon dewdrops were eaten by him.

However, the moon dew is just the moon dew, not the moon flower. The moon dew moisturizes, but only calms some injuries and plays a role in some relief, but it cannot be eradicated.

He is still in the stage of serious injuries and faces the threat of death.

"Gone?"

Qi Xiang hurriedly rummaged through it, and after eating the moon dewdrops, it was like a seriously thirsty person, after drinking a glass of water, not only did not quench his thirst, but was aroused with a more serious thirst.

He rummaged through the boxes, but could not find a single drop of moon dew.

If it weren't for the fact that he still had some sense, he would even want to swallow the bead-walking plate.

"Ahem, ahem......"

At this time, Qi Xiang was depressed, and directly turned the suitcase upside down, and a bunch of things were suddenly spilled. Suddenly, a well-sealed box caught his attention.

"It's ......"

At first glance, Qi Xiang's heart trembled, as if he saw a glimmer of morning light in the dark clouds. With trembling fingers, he carefully picked up the box and gently opened the lid.

In an instant, a wisp of awe-inspiring breath spread in the air.

"Qingling Tea!"

After a glance, Qi Xiang knew that he was saved.

It is no wonder that in his subconscious, he traveled thousands of miles and tried his last breath to return to the secret space.

I'm afraid, not only because of the safety of the secret space, but in his intuition, he is also instinctively aware of it. There are spiritual things in the space that save themselves.

In the secret space, there are not only Qingling tea, but also Lingjiang water, including stoves and charcoal for boiling water, all of which are not lacking.

Build a stove, pile charcoal. Ignition......

Usually these very simple actions, now that Qi Xiang is doing it, he will also have half his life. Finally, the charcoal fire was burned, and then the water was taken from the stove and boiled on the fire.

At this time, he didn't pay so much attention to it, so he directly took two pieces of Qingling tea and threw them into the stove. Close the lid again and wait slowly.

Qi Xiang was very patient, staring at the golden charcoal fire, like a snake letter licking the roll, swaying with the air current.

Time passed minute by minute, and the refined copper furnace, heated by fireworks, revealed the bright light of the color of the Tibetan scripture paper.

And with it. The lid of the furnace shook, and the boiling water boiled. A puff of air emanated from it.

The fragrance of the spirit is very strong. Qi Xiang endured the heat and moved the lid away with his hand.

Suddenly, a mushroom cloud rose in the furnace. The clouds and vapour are like umbrellas. Floated in the air and never dispersed.

However, Qi Xiang didn't care about the fog anymore, and directly looked down at the stove. At this time, I saw the Lingjiang water in the furnace. It has turned into a color, from pure and transparent, to a clear blue color.

The rich and elegant tea aroma makes him feel refreshed.

Qi Xiang took a light breath, and the breath of tea penetrated into his abdomen, feeling a little cool. The crippled and broken internal organs also seem to relieve a little pain.

"It really worked......"

Qi Xiang didn't say a word, hurriedly removed the stove from the charcoal fire, and then waited until the tea was a little colder, and then couldn't wait to pour it into his mouth.

The warm tea slowly pours from the throat into the stomach and intestines, and then dissolves.

The results are immediate and remarkable.

When the tea is swinging, the strong aura is like a dripping nectar, moistening the terracotta that has suffered from drought. The dry and cracked fields greedily devoured the nectar of the aura, repairing and healing little by little......

After a while, a pot of tea bottomed out, and even the tea leaves that were stretched out by the two leaves were also in his mouth, and after a few chews, he swallowed it in his stomach.

After that, Qi Xiang put down the stove, lay down directly, and digested quietly.

"Boom!"

The thick aura exploded in Qi Xiang's stomach, turning his internal organs upside down, and a stream of qi and blood surged back in time, making him involuntarily open his mouth and spit out, spurting out a puddle of dirty blood.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, as if a breath of vitality was injected into the lifeless environment.

Fresh air rushed into the abdominal cavity frantically, and the blood flow, which was about to freeze and dry up, also flowed slowly. The blood circulates again, and the broken meridians and blood vessels, under the strong force of inertia, naturally correct little by little.

However, this is not enough......

The body is severely disabled, and the aura is difficult to sustain. The circulating blood only surged for a moment, and the aura was exhausted, and the body, which had been a little better, dimmed again.

"Come ...... again"

Qi Xiang continued to boil water and make tea.

One, two, three...... Ten tablets.

After drinking the tea soaked in twenty tea leaves, he felt that he was completely gone.

The displaced internal organs were repaired normally, and the broken meridians and blood vessels were also reconnected. All kinds of fractures have healed, and most of the internal injuries are already fine.

But the arrow wound in the thigh of the shoulder will definitely not heal so quickly, and it still needs to be recuperated.

"Uh......"

Qi Xiang hiccuped, and he was able to drink tea to his heart's content, which was also a kind of sadness.

"Finally alive!"

Qi Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, lay down quietly, and carefully felt the changes in his body.

At this moment, wisps of cool breath flowed among the limbs and bones of his body. The breath of the clear spirit flows, repeating itself in a circle, silently nourishing the muscles, bones, qi and blood.

But as the cool breath slowly dissipated, he was a little happy, but he sank directly to the bottom of the lake, and there was a feeling of physical and mental coolness.

Qi Xiang suddenly found that even if the injury was as good as it was seven, seven or eighty-eight, his body was still like cotton, and he still couldn't exert his strength.

This situation is a bit like the words described in the book about ancient scholars, who are powerless.

"No, there must be something wrong......"

Qi Xiang's face was pale, more like a sick seedling. He raised his arm, and with a slight grip of his five fingers, a feeling of vanity and unreality came to his heart.

Strength, sure enough. Gone.

Bright energy, dark energy, windward willow, Hua Dan hand, tiger and crane double shape......

and so on, and none of them can be performed.

Qi Xiang was a little flustered. Hurriedly got up, opened his feet, and tied up his horse's steps. He took a breath, but found that his whole body was still empty. In addition, the horse has been walking for a long time, and his legs are even more sore, trembling slightly.

Qi Xiang didn't give up, and punched out again, but the fist was light and fluttering, not to mention any sonic boom. Not even a single mosquito can kill you......

"What's going on?" Qi Xiang was shocked and dazed.

Even if you're seriously injured, it's not like this.

You must know that before this, no matter how serious the injury, he had also suffered. But after being cured, not only did the strength not regress, but it improved a little.

But now, don't say you're improving. But it is gone, and all the power is wasted.

"There's no reason!"

Qi Xiang is in chaos. Shocked and horrified.

“…… Wait, is it? ”

Suddenly, Qi Xiang stretched out his hand to cover his eyebrows, and the slight stinging pain made him speculate.

Most of his strength comes from the power of the divine soul. Even if it's bright and dark. It is also urged by the power of the divine soul that it can exert an amazing effect, comparable to the realm of more than ten years of penance cultivation by others.

However, when the power of the divine soul disappeared, he was completely beaten back to his prototype. Turned back into an ordinary person.

Thinking of this, Qi Xiang held his head in his hands and let out a painful wail......

This kind of mental pain is hundreds of times more painful than physical pain.

It's like, a billionaire, overnight, reduced to a penniless beggar. That huge sense of disparity can make a person want to die immediately.

Why did the overlord of Western Chu kill himself in Wujiang?

In the final analysis, it's not that I can't accept the fact that I am embattled and defeated. He felt that he had nothing and no longer had a chance to turn the tables, so he simply escaped reality and died.

If you don't experience such ups and downs, you will never be able to understand that state of mind.

Now Qi Xiang understands, so he also wants to die.

If you gave him hope, why did you cruelly extinguish it and make him desperate?

It is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift.

Accustomed to eating big fish and meat, and enjoying a rich life, how can he be willing to live a life of poverty and hardship again?

In the same way, after having extraordinary power, the prototype that was suddenly beaten back, that sense of loss, that kind of unwillingness, is enough to distort a person's mind......

"No way, there must be a way!"

Qi Xiang was stunned for a moment, then gradually calmed down and fell into deep thought.

However, after pondering for a long time, he couldn't think of a way.

Take stock of the treasures at hand......

Roll-on disc that can condense moon dewdrops. It may be useful, but it takes a long period of persistence, and the results are slow and slow.

Qingling tea, detoxifying and nourishing the body, may also be useful. After a while, make a few more pots of tea to try.

Also, pieces of carved white feathers, which are special materials. For his current situation, it will definitely not come in handy. As for the spirit bone pen, he can't even use his spiritual power now, and he doesn't have to count on drawing spirit runes.

Oh, and this.

Qi Xiang touched all over his body, and in his pocket, he found a translucent ball.

Dao soldier spirit body, harvest in Yunjia Castle.

It's just for this thing that he is so tired that he loses all his cultivation, which is really a scourge......

Qi Xiang raised his hand and was about to throw the ball down. But the arm froze in the air, and finally sighed, threw the thing into the box, closed the lid, and couldn't see it.

In addition, the treasures he collected were gone.

After all, he is just a casual cultivator, without the inheritance of the sect, and the things on hand are all harvested by chance, which is naturally not comparable to the accumulation of hundreds or thousands of years.

After some inventory, his heart was also half cold.

He found that he had a lot of treasures in his collection, but none of the things that were really useful.

"Is God going to kill me?"

Qi Xiang clenched his fists and slammed the box. He was a wooden box, very hard, and a backlash surged in, causing him to conswell all over his body, and even tears rushed out of his eyes.

Life is so bleak, full of joys and sorrows, great ups and downs...... (To be continued......)