Wang Jian couldn't stop urging the dragon qi, repairing those damaged meridians little by little.

After staying up for more than an hour, he only felt that he was lightheaded, and he was sweating profusely, and this kind of pain that seemed to pull his soul away was not something ordinary people could bear.

After more than two hours, Wang Jian's dragon qi had lost more than half, and the dragon qi around him was even thinner, and it seemed that it would disappear when the wind blew lightly.

But Wang Jian still didn't give up, under his desperate urging, Lu Qi'er's meridians around her body finally recovered more than eighty percent, only the main tendons and veins in her chest that were shot by the Heavenly Punishment Arrow and were seriously damaged have not yet recovered.

And what Wang Chengen said is really right, this method is indeed extremely dangerous, because since ancient times, those kings of the dead country have been forcibly extracted from their dragon qi by the heroes of the troubled times, and no one will care about their life or death. Except for a very small number of people who can settle the old Shouyang Mountain like Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty, the vast majority will die inexplicably. As for whether they were murdered, or whether they were killed by the extraction of dragon qi and the emperor's soul burst, there is no way to verify.

Therefore, since Wang Jian chose to save Lu Qi'er, whether he lives or dies depends on Wang Jian's creation!

Wang Jian only felt dizzy, as if the world had become silent, except for the heartbeat of Lu Qi'er in the palm of his hand, he could no longer feel any breath around him.

"It would be nice to have a little bit left."

At this time, the dragon qi in Wang Jian's body is less than thirty percent left, and if he loses one percent of the dragon qi again, it will become very dangerous, because two percent of the dragon qi is the limit of maintaining the existence of the emperor's soul, if he loses more, the emperor's soul will be broken, and correspondingly, the emperor's realm will also be gone, and he will lose all his martial arts and become a civilian. Perhaps, he will lose his life because of the broken soul of the emperor.

Wang Jian gritted his teeth and continued to forcibly urge the dragon qi, which passed through the palm of his hand and surged up to Qi'er's head veins.

"Hold on a little longer, Qi'er, you'll be fine soon..."Wang Jian silently cheered himself up, but he also had gold stars in his eyes, feeling that his soul was about to fly away from his body, and even his body was about to be uncontrollable, he was top-heavy and crumbling.

Just when Wang Jian was trying hard to urge the dragon qi to the Divine Court acupoint on Lu Qi'er's forehead, suddenly, his only remaining dragon qi surged out like a wild horse that was not under his control.

If at the beginning, Wang Jian's dragon qi was a trickle, then now, the speed at which his dragon qi is lost is the galloping Yellow River. His face was distorted and in pain, and Lu Qi'er's body was like a black hole, crazy, endlessly inhaling Wang Jian's dragon qi.

Wang Jian couldn't hold on any longer, he screamed: "Ah! ”

Lu Yao'er also felt Wang Jian's pain, Wang Jian's dragon qi was lost too quickly, if it was at this rate, Wang Jian would definitely die violently because of the depletion of dragon qi.

She hurriedly took out the silver needle in the box and stabbed it into Wang Jian's body, as the silver needle in Yao'er's hand flew, the eight veins of the strange meridians in Wang Jian's body were also temporarily blocked, but even so, it only slowed down the speed of the loss of dragon qi, and Wang Jian still had the possibility of dying because of the exhaustion of dragon qi.

The guards outside the carriage also heard the scream, and no one knew what was going on inside, and no one dared to ask. They only knew that Concubine Wu had given a death order: those who dared to approach the carriage would be killed; Those who dare to talk to each other will be killed!

Ma Mi even shed tears and prayed: "God of Destiny, please bless Brother Jane, all the sins, the little girl originally intended to bear it." ”

Ma Mi wanted to stop Wang Jian, even if she was selfish, but she also knew that if she did that, Wang Jian might forgive her, but she would definitely feel guilty for the rest of her life because she couldn't save Qi'er. Ma Mi didn't want Wang Jian to feel even a trace of guilt, she originally thought that it was a big deal not to be a yellow figure to dominate the industry, and not to be an emperor, to find an incognito place, and to live happily for the rest of her life.

However, Ma Mi didn't know that the reincarnation of the sky was so dangerous that it was completely beyond her imagination. When she heard Wang Jian's scream, she couldn't hold back any longer, and she rushed into the carriage desperately.

In the carriage, Wang Jian was still inputting dragon qi into Lu Qi'er, his face was pale, his face was distorted and shriveled, and less than one percent of the dragon qi left in his body was constantly expanding, and he could go berserk at any time, he even raised his head and rolled his eyes, seeing that he couldn't hold on.

When Yao'er saw Ma Concubines come in, she was both sad and guilty, and she cried: "Sister Concubine, the emperor still has a sister, woo woo..."

Ma Mimei couldn't bear to blame Yao'er, she also sacrificed the anti-heaven method of reincarnation in order to save her sister. She helped Yao'er aside and comforted: "Don't worry, as long as I am here, even if I fight for my life, I want Brother Jian to be safe and sound!" ”

Ma took out a quaint bronze mirror in her arms, which was known as one of the three artifacts of the emperor, the "Xuanyuan Mirror". She had heard Wang Jian say that this thing was neither copper nor iron, it was the strongest artifact in the world, and no power in the world could destroy the Xuanyuan Mirror. It is also the most mysterious thing in the world, which can identify the emperor's soul and transform the dragon qi of others for his own use.

"Maybe we can help Brother Jane tide over the difficulties."

At the beginning of the Imperial Palace, Wang Jian transmitted his dragon qi into the Xuanyuan Mirror, triggering the mysterious scene of the dragon's roar.

But Ma Mi doesn't have the soul of the emperor, she can't control this Xuanyuan mirror at all, maybe it will backfire on her and make her lose her life.

Even so, she decided to take a gamble: if she loses the bet, it's a big deal to die with Brother Jane!

Ma Yumei threw the Xuanyuan mirror upward, and then carried her true qi, and passed it all into the Xuanyuan mirror without reservation, after a long time, she only felt that her true qi was like a mud cow into the sea, and there was no information at all.

The Xuanyuan Mirror was still suspended between Wang Jian and Ma Concubine, and with the input of Ma Concubine's true qi, the yang side of the Xuanyuan Mirror was not affected at all, and it was still calm and waveless. Ma Mi didn't give up, she still urged her true qi, she prayed, hoping that this magical Xuanyuan mirror could transform her true qi into dragon qi, even a little bit.

After a long time, the sunny side of the Xuanyuan Mirror was still pitch black, and there was no fluctuation. Ma Mi felt that her true qi was almost exhausted, and according to her lifeless method, her true qi was consumed, and if she persisted, it might cause her true qi to backlash and her life would be lost.

If you want to rely on the Xuanyuan Mirror to transform your true qi into dragon qi, it seems impossible at all, even Ma Yumei herself doesn't know why she wants to do this, but instinctively, there is a voice in her heart that asks her to do this. But the reality was so cruel, so cruel that she felt hopeless, as if there was no point in doing so, but she still persisted, even if this insistence would cost her life, and the possibility of success was zero, she did not hesitate.