In particular, the martial arts veins along the entire spine are all shattered, and this situation is like a tight nylon rope, which is crushed by a cutting machine, and the debris is scattered and waiting, as long as the wind blows, all of them disappear.

Since the spiritual cultivator herself is a spiritual gathering eye at any time, and Ye Qiantong is a person who is proficient in medical skills, her understanding of the structure of the human body and the veins of organs has long been to the point of perfecting the direction of the country, whether it is bones, tendons, acupuncture points, or the complex and indistinguishable subtle nervous system, she is clear.

Therefore, she could clearly see how the meridians of Emperor Ming's internal organs were shattered, and how his tendons and veins were split and eroded inch by inch by the power of thunder and lightning.

Just a little bit, he's a waste!

Ye Qiantong's eyes closed fiercely, her fists clenched tightly, her nails pinched deep into her palms, she was afraid that she would not be able to suppress her anger and lose control.

Vicious! It's really ruthless!!

Death may not be the most terrible, life is better than death, and maiming and discarding are the most terrifying.

Just like reality, it's shocking and unbelievable.

Ye Qiantong couldn't imagine that if this really happened to Emperor Mingjue, a martial artist who cultivated to the strongest level would have a talented powerhouse with a future of thousands of miles in the future, facing day and night that he had lost his proudest cultivation talent, that kind of huge disparity, tragically gnawed and tortured by the soul, it was enough to plunge people into the abyss of no return.

The white-haired old man looked at Ye Qiantong's ever-changing face, and he couldn't help but be happy: "Little girl, this injury, tsk, just because you still want to save him, the old man sees that you still don't waste time, admit defeat as soon as possible, so that my baby furnace can enjoy this nourishing medicine, it can't wait hahahaha......"

As the white-haired old man's mockery echoed, the medicine pod in the altar fire pool also seemed to begin to get excited, and the strong blood qi seemed to be collected by it, like an invisible breath merging into the complex talisman patterns, lighting up with blood-colored light and making a sonorous sound.

Ye Qiantong opened his eyes suddenly, and his obsidian-like translucent pupils flashed with a hint of fierceness, and the birds didn't glance at him, directly ignoring the existence of the white-haired old man.

At this moment, she put away all her emotions, her petite face was cold, and she only focused on the people and things she cared about.

I saw her arm wave, and a large wooden barrel suddenly appeared on the ground, and the barrel was already full of a bucket of spiritual spring water, and the rich and sweet aura suddenly filled the entire altar cave, which made people feel uplifted!

Ye Qiantong once remembered that when she was reborn and possessed in this body at the beginning, it was the spiritual spring water in the space that made the scars on her body disappear and recover from serious injuries, although she had not yet figured out the details of this spiritual spring, but it must not have been a chicken rib.

Since it was something that could make her body wash her body and cut her bones, and it could also make Emperor Ming's thousand-year-old cold poison be suppressed with assistance, it must have been good.

Even if it was virtual, she wouldn't allow Di Mingjue to still have these hideous and terrifying scars left on his body.

As soon as the thought fell, Ye Qiantong mobilized the spiritual power in the dantian, placed his palm on top of the bucket of spiritual spring water, and injected the rich spiritual power into it.

In an instant, the spiritual spring water boiled, and a clear stream of water swirled up, flying down on Emperor Mingjue's back, and from his shoulders down, he carefully cleaned the bloody wound.