After smashing the white-haired spirit demon's head with a punch, Ling Zheng lay on the white-haired spirit demon's headless corpse and gasped for a while, then his body trembled and got up, pulling out the several steel needle-like mourning bird poison feathers inserted in his body.

But when he thought that this thing was poisonous, Ling Zheng didn't throw away the poisonous feather of the mourning bird, but put it in the storage ring. Now that the second-order talisman on his body is only the Wind Movement talisman, his attack and defense capabilities are greatly reduced, and anything that can hurt people is worth receiving.

After tidying up his clothes a little, Ling Zheng stretched out his hand and put the Wufeng Sword not far away into his body, and then picked up the black ancient mirror that fell not far from him, stared at it for a while, but didn't see anything, sighed, and put it away as well.

After that, Ling Zheng unceremoniously took away the white-haired spirit demon's storage ring, the spear-like iron pen, and the golden wall bell that rolled to the ground. I thought that I had lost a lot in this battle, and I had to find some balance.

Zhao Yanran coughed lightly, her face turned blue, and she was reluctant to even sit. Her physical strength was not comparable to Ling Zheng's, and the few mourning bird poisonous feathers shot by the white-haired spirit demon earlier also pierced deeply into her chest, and it seemed that the situation was not optimistic.

Seeing this, Ling Zheng walked over and supported Zhao Yanran with an arrow, and her light blue dress was already stained red with blood, and she was suddenly a little overwhelmed.

"Senior brother, do you have any antidote pills on your body?" Zhao Yanran asked softly, although her pretty face was already blue, she couldn't see any panic.

Ling Zheng thought about it carefully, and then shook his head. He had used the Black Ancient Mirror to transform a lot of detoxification pills before, but because he was an invincible body, naturally he didn't have those pills to take up space in the storage ring.

He looked at Zhao Yanran like this, but he couldn't think of a way to help her for a while, he didn't know why, and he felt very uncomfortable.

"Looks like we have to die this time. ”

Zhao Yanran smiled and said, "Senior brother, thank you for saving me, otherwise, in the previous situation, I would definitely be insulted by the white-haired spirit demon, and I wouldn't even be able to commit suicide." ”

"Well, we're the same door, and we're supposed to help each other. ”

Ling Zheng scratched his head, seeing that Zhao Yanran's lips had become a little black, his heart was even more anxious.

"I apprenticed late, at that time, the master had been plotted by my senior sister, and I didn't have a few years to live. ”

Zhao Yanran said calmly, as if she didn't care about the highly poisonous things in her body, but said something else: "After I was taken out of the incineration gate by my master, I have already stepped into the foundation building realm. In the past eight years, I have learned a lot from Master, and I have also become clear about Master's past and some things about Senior Sister. ”

Seeing her like this, Ling Zheng felt even more distressed, and interjected: "You better stop talking for now, let me think about it, is there a way to help you detoxify." ”

"Strictly speaking, I, Master, am all pathetic. Zhao Yanran was still smiling: "I am born with a body of ice and fire, and the master is to wait for a dead man to stay for a lifetime, and then be plotted by his most relied on disciple." ”

"Sometimes I wonder why I'm the way I am. Zhao Yanran's gaze was already a little sloppy, but she still said quietly: "When I first saw you, junior brother, I had a feeling of sympathy. Because, you and I are both special physiques. But ......"

Zhao Yanran's voice became weaker and weaker, and before she finished speaking, she fainted in Ling Zheng's arms.

Ling Zheng was extremely anxious for a moment, trying to recall some of the detoxification methods he knew.

After that, Ling Zheng's eyes flashed, and he remembered a strange thing that had been recorded in "Persona".

In the northern region of the mainland, there was once a cultivator who was bitten by a poisonous snake demon beast, but after that, the cultivator was not only safe and sound, but the blood in his body became able to dissolve all kinds of strange poisons in the cultivation world, and was called "detoxification holy blood" for a while.

It's a pity that that cultivator was targeted by a powerful ancient sect, and after being captured, he was whipped into a dried corpse alive.

Putting aside the tragic end of the cultivator, Ling Zheng felt that this method was most likely feasible. He is an invulnerable body, and the blood in his body may be able to solve the poison in Zhao Yanran.

Thinking of this, Ling Zheng directly summoned the Dancing Wind Sword from his body, held it with his right hand, and then grasped the blade of the Dancing Wind Sword with his left hand, and then jerked his right hand, directly bringing out a string of blood flowers.

Because of his strong ability to recover, he had to make the wound as large and deep as possible.

After that, Ling Zheng put his left palm to Zhao Yanran's mouth, pried her mouth open, and began to feed blood into her mouth.

But I didn't expect that this stupid method of rushing to the doctor in a hurry turned out to be really effective, just a cup of tea, the blue on Zhao Yanran's face faded by half, and the lips that had originally turned purple and black also returned to normal.

Ling Zheng was not at ease, and put about a cup of blood for about a cup of tea, until his vision was a little blurry, and then he gave up.

After that, Ling Zheng took out a set of his own clothes from the storage ring and put it on the ground, and after placing Zhao Yanran flat on the ground, he grabbed a few second-grade pills from the storage ring and took them, which made him feel much better.

Seeing that Zhao Yanran still showed no signs of waking up, Ling Zheng pondered it carefully, and then took out the turquoise inner pill obtained from killing the four-winged ghost centipede from the storage ring, and after pondering it carefully for a while, he gently sent it into Zhao Yanran's mouth.

According to the records of the "Pills", the inner pill of the demon beast can be swallowed directly, although the effect is far less obvious than the effect of the pill made of materials as a material, but it still has the effect of strengthening the Dao foundation and enhancing the body. And the four-winged ghost centipede belongs to the ancient xenomorph demon beast, and it is said that there is a thin bloodline of the ancient immortal spirit in its body, and the effect of the inner pill should be better.

What made Ling Zheng feel a little strange was that he didn't feel any distress after he gave the four-winged ghost centipede Neidan to Zhao Yanran.

He turned his head to look at Zhao Yanran, and saw that the blue on her face had completely faded, and he immediately relieved himself, and was about to take off his clothes to cover her, but found that Zhao Yanran had slowly opened his eyes.

Zhao Yanran, who slowly opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Ling Zheng, who had already taken off half of her coat, because she was threatened by the white-haired spirit demon before, she didn't think about it, and her jade legs swept suddenly.

"Bang!"

"Whew!"

Ling Zheng was hit in the face by this leg sweep, only to feel as if he had hit a mountain, he screamed in pain, and the whole person directly crashed into the barrier of the Fengyuan Array that had not yet been lifted, knocking the invisible barrier out of violent ripples.

But the moment he was swept away by one leg, Ling Zheng was also secretly frightened in his heart, Zhao Yanran's leg sweep was extremely powerful, and he almost caught up with himself. Before Zhao Yanran was poisoned, she had attacked the golden light shield released by the golden wall bell with Ling Zheng, and Ling Zheng knew very well how strong she was.

In just a moment's effort, her strength has increased so much? Could it be the effect of that four-winged ghost centipede Neidan? But this is too fast!

Ling Zheng clutched the bridge of his nose that was almost broken, blood spilling from his fingers, looking wolf and miserable. The feelings for Zhao Yanran that he didn't even know about in his heart disappeared in an instant, and he only felt that good people were not rewarded.

Zhao Yanran was also a little surprised by her strength after sweeping Ling Zheng away with one kick. After that, as if she felt something, she carefully pursed her lips and tasted the faintly fragrant smell of blood.

"What did you do to me?"

Zhao Yanran looked at Ling Zheng, who was slowly getting up, with a strange expression, and asked.

Ling Zheng covered his nose, full of grievances and told him what he had just done, and then stood a little farther away.

But after finishing speaking, I saw Zhao Yanran's expression become even more strange.

"You, do you mean, you just fed me an ancient relict demon beast's inner pill?" Zhao Yanran opened her eyes and asked in a trembling tone, "Is it true?"

"What, do you want to pay it back?"

Ling Zheng saw that his nose was no longer bleeding, and after wiping it casually, he stood opposite Zhao Yanran with a bloody face.

Zhao Yanran's face was still full of shock, and after looking at her body internally, she still asked in disbelief, "How can you have that kind of thing?"

"I was lucky enough to slaughter a four-winged ghost centipede in a cave. Ling Zheng avoided the important and did not tell the story of his acquisition of the Divine Blood Demon Lotus.

Seeing that Zhao Yanran was still staring at him in a daze, Ling Zheng was a little embarrassed, and asked differently, "The poison on your body has been solved?"

Zhao Yanran looked at Ling Zheng for a long time before saying, "Not only has the poison been resolved, but even the ice and fire in the spiritual veins have been completely lifted." ”

This time, it was Ling Zheng's turn to be stunned. Zhao Yanran saw him like this, and said in a low voice: "Master said that in order to cure the ice and fire of the spirit vein, it is necessary to swallow the inner pill of the ancient relict demon beast. This kind of thing is extremely difficult to find, Master took me all over the continent before, but I didn't find one, I didn't expect ......"

Ling Zheng nodded stiffly, feeling that this matter was really a bit too coincidental.

"This Yuan Array is about to be lifted by itself, junior brother, can you turn around first, I will take out the poisonous feathers of those mourning birds. ”

Zhao Yanran's face turned a little red and said in a low voice.

Ling Zheng nodded, turned around as he said, and looked at the empty hall in front of him, there were still undried blood stains on his face, and he was in a daze.

Because his sense of hearing and smell were extremely sensitive, Ling Zheng first heard the sound of undressing, and then smelled an even stronger fragrance.

I don't know why, Ling Zheng couldn't help but think of the fragrant scene when he turned into a talisman and was carried in Zhao Yanran's arms and squeezed by the two snow-white and spectacular softness.

After secretly scolding himself for being obscene again, Ling Zheng shook his head and looked straight ahead.

What's even more coincidental was that the Sealing Yuan Array that the white-haired spirit demon had previously arranged collapsed on its own at this moment, and the invisible barrier around the original ban was gradually condensed, as smooth as a mirror.

Of course, this barrier is also like a mirror, reflecting the beauty of the cigarette behind it. This made Ling Zheng, who was unemployed, directly witness the scene behind him that was enough to make any man's blood spurt.

"Poof!"

With a soft sound, Ling Zheng's nose spurted out two lines of blood again. And Zhao Yanran, who had already taken off her dress and had no wisps, let out a piercing scream after seeing this scene.

The scream echoed for a long time in the empty stone hall.