In the middle of the night, the breeze blows lightly, and the land is silent, only the occasional cicada chirps break the silence of the summer night.

In the simple hut, the Blue Feather Emperor calmed down all the emotions in his heart, his heart was like water, and his purple eyes were waveless, without a trace of impurities.

"In this case, it should be fine. "The Blue Feather Emperor calmed down his irritability, and next, it's time to refine this Blood Spirit Grass!

Blue Feather Emperor licked his lips, and a flash of heat flashed in his eyes.

Blue Feather Emperor put the Blood Spirit Grass into his mouth and chewed it gently, a faint bitter taste rippled on the tip of his tongue, Blue Feather Emperor didn't dare to hesitate at all, for fear of losing every penny of medicinal effect, he immediately sat on the ground, his hands were imprinted and changed, and a clear stream circulated in his body, repairing his scarred meridians.

A little bit of light slowly circulated in the broken part of the meridians, and a cool feeling from his body made the Blue Feather Emperor almost moan comfortably.

In the dark room, a faint light flowed, and a dense atmosphere lingered around the hut, like a dream.

The boy in the room was covered in a blood-red glow, sweat soaking through his clothes.

However, in the next second, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and the spiritual power of the Blood Spirit Grass in his body seemed to have changed his temperament greatly, revealing his true face, like a beast flowing wildly in his body.

The medicinal properties of the Blood Spirit Grass are extremely domineering, not as if they are gently forging the meridians, but as if they are about to break and stand up, and burn the broken meridians to forge new meridians.

Blue Feather Emperor gritted his teeth and endured the burning pain in his body, forcibly forcing the medicinal power to the broken part of the meridians, and the severe pain made him tremble slightly.

The violent power of the Blood Spirit Grass continued to flow in his body, impacting his already fragile meridians, and the Blue Feather Emperor's body turned pale as if he had been struck by lightning, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his wheezing became heavy.

Enduring the discomfort in his body, the Blue Feather Emperor calmed down, took a deep breath, and mobilized the almost nihilistic fighting energy in his body to guide the magic power of the Blood Spirit Grass back on track, converging towards the broken part of the meridians.

At this moment, the Blue Feather Emperor didn't dare to be careless, the meridians were the most fragile part of the human body, and his own meridians had been hit hard, if he was not careful, the spiritual power that was originally used to repair the meridians could destroy him and fall into a place of no return!

Time passed minute by minute, and the spiritual power of the Blood Spirit Grass in his body was not weakened, but became more violent, and the scorching spiritual power washed his meridians again and again, and the piercing pain made him constantly gasp for air. What frightened him even more was that the tiny fighting energy in his body was no longer enough to contain the violent spiritual power of the Blood Spirit Grass, and the spiritual power was scattered and galloping in the meridians like a wild horse that had escaped from the reins, expanding in all directions, and the Blue Feather Emperor at this time was like a huge furnace in his body, the temperature was terrifying, and under the scorching heat, his consciousness gradually blurred

"Damn, sober me up!"

The Blue Feather Emperor bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, regained some consciousness, and the powerful spiritual power spread, fiercely suppressing the spiritual power of the Blood Spirit Grass, the spiritual power seemed to have its own consciousness and struggled wildly, but the Blue Feather Emperor didn't want to give it this opportunity, his hands were sealed, and he controlled the spiritual power of the Blood Spirit Grass to the death! He had lost all his strength, but his spiritual power was still the same as before, Blue Feather Emperor couldn't help but secretly regret in his heart, he knew that there would be such a day, he should have paid more attention to the cultivation of spiritual power, and not blindly indulged in cultivating the power of the physical body!

The forces of the two sides were stalemate for a long time, refusing to give in to each other, wanting to crush each other, and in the end, the spiritual power of the Blood Spirit Grass was the first to be defeated, turning into several fiery red cyclones, obediently attached to the meridians, and warmed up the dilapidated meridians.

The Blue Feather Emperor was overjoyed, and then, a wave of tiredness hit him like a tide, and the Blue Feather Emperor's body was shaky, and he almost fell asleep.

Blue Feather Emperor knew that this was not the time to rest, so he couldn't help but bite the tip of his tongue again, forcing himself to stay awake and guiding the spiritual power of the Blood Spirit Grass to repair his meridians.

At this time, the blood spirit grass regained its warmth again, and the soft and warm spiritual power continued to blow through the meridians, and the meridians that had just been burned by the battle between the two sides were also intact.

However, as time passed, the Blue Feather Emperor's heart became more and more depressed, this Blood Spirit Grass was far from enough to repair his meridians! The medicinal power had been exhausted, but the meridians in his body were still full of devastation.

This can't be done! The Blue Feather Emperor felt bitter in his heart, according to the current situation of his meridians, if he wanted to repair the blood spirit grass that he didn't know how much blood spirit grass was needed, it would definitely be an astronomical amount! If he wanted to repair the meridians and heal the Dao wounds left by the Great Emperor, perhaps he could only hope for the legendary dream flower. However, the legend of the dream flower only existed in the flood era, and it was difficult to find a trace after that, and even if it appeared, how could he get it with his current strength!

As the medicinal power passed, the Blue Feather Emperor's heart gradually cooled, and his eyes were dead gray. The road ahead is boundless, where is the road? Could it be that this life is destined to have no chance with the emperor's road?

The Blue Feather Emperor sat on the ground dejectedly, as if he didn't want to believe this fact, and desperately gathered the fighting qi over and over again, however, the broken meridians were like broken balloons that continued to drain the fighting qi he had worked so hard to gather out of his body, and the young man was still tirelessly absorbing the spiritual power between heaven and earth, expecting a miracle to happen, however, everything was in vain.

Outside the house, the old figure looked at the tireless young man, a hint of strangeness flashed in his cloudy eyes, and he whispered to himself: "What an interesting little guy! I will pay more attention to it in the future, and perhaps, it will be a piece of talent that can be created." With that, the old figure flashed and disappeared into the long night.

Inside the house, the young man was panting, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was unwilling to hit the ground again and again. The fighting spirit gathered and dispersed, scattered and gathered, and the Blue Feather Emperor was close to madness.

In the middle of the night, everything is silent, and the tired teenager is unwilling to fall asleep, perhaps, only in a dream, can he reach the other side of the ideal!

The cold moon is like frost, sprinkled all over the ground with sorrow, and the sleeping boy has tears looming in the corners of his eyes.

Seven or eight times out of ten people are unsatisfactory in life, but because of this, life is full of ups and downs and wonderful, isn't it?

ps: This chapter was originally intended to only write about cultivation, but there are some words written in my mind, writing about the various frustrations of the Blue Feather Emperor, and I will unconsciously think of my own disappointments, and write these words uncontrollably, saying that it is a novel, but this chapter is full of my own feelings in the end, full of absurd words, a handful of bitter tears, I don't know if there are any brothers who can understand.