She still remembered that when she wanted to follow the Qiankun Ring to fuse together and find the space leading to the Zhu family, she relied on the power of this bloodline to complete it.

Sure enough, the moment the blood from Hua Moling's fingertips sank into the ground, the small whirlpool around Xiao Kun's body suddenly became larger, and Xiao Kun, who was in the center of the whirlpool, burst out with bursts of intense and dazzling light.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes.

The wound on the arm of the Lacking Virtue Daoist was not deep, and the entangled aura was also forcibly placed in it by him, Xiao Kun only took a few breaths to remove the aura on the Lack of Virtue Daoist's arm.

Hua Moling watched the magical scene in front of her with bated breath.

However, just after Xiao Kun expelled the last trace of aura from the wound, the body of the person who lacked virtue and Taoism actually fell down softly!

Hua Moling hurriedly ran forward and trembled and put her finger under the snort of the immoral Taoist.

There was only a faint breath!

The wound was still bleeding, and Hua Moling wanted to sprinkle it on the wound of the person who lacked virtue with a long time of saliva, but was stopped by the dying person who lacked virtue.

"Goddess, the old man is willing to risk his life, but he doesn't want you to waste things."

Hua Moling was surprised and delighted, she finally saw a little hope!

But as soon as the words of the Daoist were finished, his arm hung weakly on the ground.

Hua Moling hurriedly went to check his pulse, only to find that the lack of virtue and Taoism was just a matter of exhaustion, and there was no big problem, and if he was good at cultivating his life, he would be as lively as before.

Looking at the few long-lasting saliva in the porcelain bottle in his hand, Hua Moling thought about it, and decided to respect the request of the person who lacked virtue and Taoism, and found the elixir that could stop bleeding and restore aura from the medicine bag, and fed it into the mouth of the person who lacked virtue and Taoism.

There is also the gold sore medicine for external injuries, which was also sprinkled by Hua Moling on the wounds of people who lack morality.

Even if it is an ordinary gold sore medicine mixed with a long period of saliva, it will instantly become a panacea, not to mention the gold sore medicine refined by Hua Moling.

After confirming that the condition of the Lack of Virtue Daoist was stabilized, Hua Moling began to prepare for Xiao Kun to start treating Sheng Ge's injuries.

Xiao Kun landed on Hua Moling's shoulder, her pink mouth looked a little pale, and she said to Hua Moling, "Sister, Shengge's situation is not the same as that of a person who lacks virtue and Taoism, and the aura that binds to his wound belongs to the Dragon Clan.

Xiao Kun alone really doesn't have the confidence to make Sheng Ge unharmed, Xiao Kun needs the help of his sister. ”

Although Xiao Kun is the master of the world in this Qiankun Ring, Hua Moling is the master of the Qiankun Ring after all, and if the two of them join forces, the chances should be greater.

Hua Moling nodded, and this time, she slashed her palm.

Warm blood gushed out, Hua Moling and Xiao Kun closed their eyes together, feeling everything in the Qiankun Ring.

By the time the two of them worked together to find the wisp of weird aura on Sheng Ge's wound, it was already a stick of incense, and the foreheads of Hua Moling and Xiao Kun were covered with fine beads of sweat.

The attention of one person and one machine spirit was unprecedentedly concentrated, and they were afraid that their movements would be too large and Sheng Ge would be harmed, so they were very cautious.

The half-hour deadline was approaching, and Shengge's breathing and pulse were getting weaker and weaker......

"Ahh

Hua Moling and Xiao Kun burst out with an earth-shattering roar, and only then did they disperse the black aura on Sheng Ge's wound at the last moment!

Opening his eyes suddenly, Hua Moling poured the long-standing saliva that had been prepared in his hand on the wound on Sheng Ge's chest.

This time, the wound is healing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"Finally, it was not in vain......"

Hua Moling's face has turned pale, this meticulous work, Hua Moling needs to recuperate for at least three or five days before she can do it for the second time.

And Xiao Kun fell asleep directly on Hua Moling's shoulder.

Hua Moling closed her eyes, and as soon as her mind moved, Ye Siyuan and Ye Siyin appeared in front of Hua Moling.

"Mother, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Siyuan sensed that something seemed to be wrong with Hua Moling, and hurriedly stepped forward to support Hua Moling's crumbling body.

Just now, because of the lack of moral Taoists, Hua Moling asked Xiao Kun to send Ye Siyuan and Ye Siyin to an unknown corner in this Qiankun ring, after all, if they were there, Hua Moling would inevitably be distracted.

Now, Hua Moling already felt that the aura in his body seemed to be hollowed out, so let the two of them come over, so that they could take care of it.

Hua Moling entrusted Xiao Kun to Ye Siyin, "Take good care of her." ”

Before he could say a word, he fell into a deep sleep.

……

Long Qingtian, who escaped from under the Dragon Slaying Sword, had already fled to a mountain col at this time, which was inaccessible, Long Qingtian waved his hand to disperse the spatial prohibition and fell under a big tree.

The restless feeling in his chest had dissipated, but until now, Long Qingtian could still feel the moment when he was almost taken away from dominance by the night pool in his body.

At the moment when Hua Moling's life was at stake, Long Qingtian clearly heard the words "Ling'er" summoned from his mouth.

Even though Ye Chi Twilight's soul had been tortured and killed by Long Qingtian and had no power to fight back, at that moment, Long Qingtian couldn't believe that the force that drove him to fight against the Dragon Clan's nemesis Dragon Slayer Sword did not belong to him.

Touching his chest with some fear, Long Qingtian's eyes were full of incredulity.

Looking at the wound on his hand that was entangled in black aura, although from Ye Chi Yu's memory, Long Qingtian was no stranger to this situation, but he also knew that in this situation, it seemed that he had no effective way to deal with this damn wound.

Without the Gu worm of Jin Liuli, I am afraid that the fate of this palm will only be cut off.

Thinking of the scene of his one-armed, Long Qingtian couldn't help but frown.

He hadn't forgotten that behind him, there was still a Shengge, and he didn't react to it himself, even if the dragon slaying sword stabbed into his chest.

According to Long Qingtian's understanding of Hua Moling, Hua Moling would definitely not watch Sheng Ge die like this, I am afraid that even if he was looking for Jin Liuli all over the world, he would be cured of his injuries.

Thinking of this, the corners of Long Qingtian's mouth hooked up a touch.

It seems that as long as he goes back to find Hua Moling, the injury on his hand will naturally be solved.

At this time, Tang Jingyan, the high priest who caused all these consequences, was furious in the palace.

"Didn't find it? What does it mean not found? One or two, will they all turn into smoke and disappear! ”

Ye Shaoting has been secretly rescued by his cronies, and now in the entire Hanyue Kingdom on the Muchen Continent, only Tang Jingyan is the only one.