The dragon slaying sword qi is extremely stubborn, and ordinary means cannot be eliminated at all, and according to my analysis and that of the gray mouse, the secret of how to treat the dragon slaying sword wound is likely to lie in the descendants of the Han family.

I didn't have that much time now, so I slowly found that secret in myself, so I chose the simplest and crudest way - absorbing sword qi.

This is actually a bit reckless, even if I have the cultivation of an archmage now, and I am only one step away from a qi refiner, but the dragon slaying sword qi can still cause me a lot of damage, but I still do it.

If I don't climb the altar of heaven, I can't go up to the Feng Zen platform, and my Taoism can't be improved quickly, so it's still a death to meet Feng Ping who holds the dragon sword, so it's better to fight!

My body is very compatible with the dragon slaying sword qi, and with only a slight traction of the true qi, the dragon slaying sword qi is continuously inhaled into my body, and soon the patient will no longer cry out of pain, and the wound will show signs of healing.

It can be seen that the dragon slaying sword qi cannot be removed, but it is not impossible to transfer, it is rooted in the human body.

"Ah!!h

The patient stopped screaming, and this time I screamed in pain, but I frightened the gray mouse on the side:

"Evil boy, what's wrong with you, what kind of medicine do you want to take, you tell my old gray!"

However, I couldn't stop the cold sweat on my body, my teeth were about to be crushed, and I had no time to talk to him.

Because I didn't have a wound on my body, the dragon slaying sword qi was directly inhaled into the meridians by me. As soon as I came in, the dragon slaying sword qi began to disperse countless subtle sword qi, wreaking havoc in my meridians......

This feeling of the meridians being slowly cut by a small knife, cut inch by inch, is really unbearable, the only thing I can do is to use a large amount of true qi to wrap the dragon slaying sword qi and reduce its damage to the meridians.

But the dragon slaying sword qi is extremely sharp, just like an incomparably sharp sword, no matter how much true qi it has, it can only organize its pace slightly.

For the time being, he can't suppress the dragon slaying sword qi, but in addition to destroying the meridians, he doesn't seem to have to worry about his life. I thought 'one sheep is also driven, and two sheep are also herded', so I simply forcibly absorbed the sword qi on the wounds of the other three people, and the four sword qi raged in the four meridians in my body......

I used my true qi to divide them and wear them down little by little, which is a real water mill.

It was not only the meridians that were cut by the sword qi, but also my true qi.

The true qi was dispersed by the sword qi, and it had to be condensed again, and it had to continue to consume the sword qi and repair the meridians.

Although I have done some very subtle operations since I started my practice, this is the first time that I have squeezed my true qi to the extreme and squeezed every bit of my potential like now.

Fortunately, after my true qi dispersed and gathered, and after repeating it countless times, the dragon slaying sword qi was really consumed a lot.

In this process, the speed of my True Qi recovery and the purity of my True Qi have become stronger! Although the total amount of True Qi has decreased, the power that a trace of True Qi can exert now is already two or three times that of the original.

……

I don't know how long it took, I let out a long breath, and at this time, the sword qi in my meridians had been exhausted, and the total amount of true qi was reduced by one-third, but the purity had increased by more than four times.

A long-standing question in my heart has finally been solved.

Suppressing evil spirits, relying on secret methods to refine the demon power of big monsters and practice, although they can have extremely high Taoism in a short period of time, but their foundation is unstable, their true qi is not pure, and they are easily affected by the ferocity of monsters in the later stage.

Theoretically, even if there is a 'non-human' state, under the same cultivation, it is by no means an opponent of a Taoist disciple.

But on the codex of the ancestors of the Han family, the ancestors of the Han family in the past dynasties were all extremely powerful, not to mention beating the disciples of the Daomen in the same realm...... If the Han family can't skip the challenge, it means that his cultivation has failed.

I originally thought it was an artistic process done by my ancestors, but now it seems that it is all because of the sharpening of the dragon sword.

After a long time, I finally opened my eyes slowly, the last sword qi in the meridians was consumed by me, and my realm also fell from the archmage, but my strength rose to a higher level.

"Great, you're finally awake!"

When he saw me open his eyes, the gray mouse was so excited that tears came down his eyes.

I nodded, looked at the empty room, and asked:

"What about the four patients?"

The gray mouse sighed and said with a wry smile:

"Those four patients are fine, not long after you treated them, they got up and bandaged their wounds, and then went out."

"When the Great Elder in White saw that they were well, he was ready to keep his promise to arrange for you to go to the Temple of Heaven, but Xiaolan and several other elders disagreed, and quarreled with the Great Elder in White."

"Now that they're outside, those blue-clothed people just now are looking for death and life, and the white-clothed Great Elder can't do anything."

I snorted, it's not surprising that there is some controversy about letting outsiders go to the altar of heaven that the blue-clothed people have guarded for generations, but with the way that the white-clothed elder is far superior to the other blue-clothed people, it shouldn't be a problem to override public opinion.

The people in white don't seem to be particularly democratic, but they still quarrel until now, and the strength and status of the great elder in white don't seem to match......

I pushed open the door and walked out, and the first thing I saw was a man in white with his hands behind his back and an angry face.

Around the man in white, there were four or five old men in light blue robes.

Two old men were clinging to the thighs of the man in white, three old men were tying a rope to the book next to them, and two old men were banging their heads on the ground.

I couldn't help but gasp, let me go to the altar of heaven, the resistance is really not ordinary!

“…… Great Elder, we and the altar keepers of Mount Tai have guarded Mount Tai for thousands of years, even if there is no merit and hard work! No matter which generation of emperors ascends to the pole, they must say hard work to me! ”

"The Great Elder has a perverse personality on weekdays, and it is just enough to beat and scold us at every turn on weekdays, but this altar of heaven and the sealing platform are forbidden places, and since ancient times, no one can go up except the emperor, even we have never had the intention of using this holy place to practice."

"If the Great Elder insists on going his own way, don't blame me for not recognizing you!"

In order to protect the Temple of Heaven and the Sealing Zen Platform, even the Great Elder who can Feng Xuan and resist the wind and is suspected of being a Qi Refiner does not recognize it, these old men really have backbone.

I couldn't help but feel a little respect, wondering if there was any place other than Tarzan that could help me absorb those four materials, so that I wouldn't have to embarrass these old people.

However, the man in white looked at these old men who were crying and grabbing the ground, and then looked at me, and there was a little annoyance on his calm face:

"Good! It's the other way around, right? Don't take me, the Great Elder, seriously, do you? ”

"All have backbone, and they want to die for that broken platform, right?"

"Then the old man will fulfill you!"

After speaking, the man in white casually stretched out his sword and pointed forward, and then saw several swords with cold light flying from all directions, these swords flashed with cold light, and made a buzzing sword sound, which was suddenly placed on the necks of these old men.

The old man, who was crying the most, had already had a red mark on his neck, and blood slowly seeped out.

Seeing this scene, my eyes widened with that of the gray mouse.

For the sake of outsiders, the Great Elder and the other elders used such profound spells, we were all silent......