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Yi Ting kept his eyes open, seemingly awake, but there was no spiritual focus in his eyes, like a soulless body, thrown around, not like he had the slightest sense.

Perhaps he was afraid that Yi Ting would starve to death like this, so at first some people would stuff some food into his mouth, but Yi Ting would neither chew nor swallow, so in the end, only some soup and water remained, which was directly forcibly poured into Yi Ting's stomach.

There were a few times when something went wrong, the soup flowed into the lungs, and he was almost suffocated to death, but Yi Ting instinctively choked for a while at most, and then returned to that appearance of dying.

I don't know how many roads I have traveled, although the scenery reflected in Yi Ting's eyes is constantly changing, and the figures who come and go are unknown, there is still nothing that can provoke any reaction from Yi Ting.

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A big pie face, I don't know when it appeared in front of Yi Ting, a pair of eyes drifted around and didn't know what he was looking at, and then there was a burst of touching and pinching, pinching and kneading, and finally a needle on Yi Ting's finger, I don't know how much blood dropped, and then the conversation squeaked and rang non-stop.

"Hehe, this big brother, don't look at this kid's stupid appearance, this is the best demon puppet spirit seed that Lord Lan Xiao personally ordered, you have to check it carefully, don't miss anything." ”

"Okay, okay, the materials sent in from this mountain, ten ** are like this, those mortal children, there is one who is not scared and becomes dementia, this kid is not bad, you can give a third grade." ”

"Three... This eldest brother, little brother, if it is a child with a spiritual root, how many spiritual seeds should it be considered?"

"If you have a spiritual root, you can be regarded as a fifth grade, it is the best material for refining high-level demon golems, if the quality of spiritual roots is better, it can reach more than seven grades, then it is a pity, refining demon golems is a pity, seven grades or more has the potential to get the Blue Owl badge, you have to report to the main altar to focus on training." ”

"Hehe, big brother, let me assure you, this kid must have a spiritual root, to say the least, it is a five-grade, you must check it carefully." ”

"I can also get benefits from measuring more than five grade spirit seeds, but I really don't think it's like it, people with spiritual roots are so easy to be scared stupid, unless it hurts their brains. ”

"Yes, yes, this kid just hurt his brain, but refining a high-level demon golem doesn't need a brain, so you just work hard and test it again." ”

"It will take at least three days for this to be accurate, and if you are not in a hurry, then I will take some time to check it. ”

"Okay, okay, then bother big brother, we'll come back in a few days to see the results." ”

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Three days later.

"What!?How is it possible, this kid is a child that we have worked so hard to steal from the Xiuzhen family, how can there be no spiritual root!? Is there a mistake there!?"

"Hmph, who knows what kind of kind of kid this kid is, if the children born by immortal cultivators and mortals only have a 30% chance of giving birth to spiritual roots, you can only blame yourself for your bad luck and wasting my time. ”

"This... Eldest brother... If you check it again, maybe something went wrong..."

"Get out of here, get out of here! There's a crowd waiting in the back! Don't waste my time anymore!"

"Oh, hey, it's miserable, I don't know what kind of virtue the big boss will become when I go back, I think I have made a great contribution, but I turned out to pick up a rag, I knew that I would let this kid choke to death halfway, and I spent nearly 500 miles to carry it, what a loss! Alas, alas......"

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The burning pain came out of his throat, this was the first consciousness Yi Ting had received after a long time, as if he didn't drink water again, his whole body would burn with it.

His dazed eyes unconsciously swept around, and after a while, he recognized a large urn not far away, and his intuition told him that there should be water in it that could quench his thirst, so he moved half-crawling and half-rolling.

The height of this big urn was almost level with his body, and Yi Ting tried his best to make his body half hang on the mouth of the urn, and then when he saw that there was really more than half a jar of water, he plunged into it without hesitation, as if he didn't want to drink wildly.

The cold water continued to flow through the burning throat, and I don't know if it was because my stomach could no longer hold it, or if the aching throat felt a little better, so I finally stopped drinking the water and lifted my head off the water, but my stomach was still on the edge of the urn, and I hung on it until I gasped.

At this time, all kinds of consciousness slowly returned to Yi Ting's body, in addition to the soreness all over his body, there was also a fishy smell and sour smell coming to his nose, Yi Ting looked at it, the water in front of him was dirty and disgusting, and there were many maggots suspended and writhing, and he fell into the water tank in shock, and then desperately vomited and retched on the side.

I don't know if I vomited it clean, but my weak body didn't seem to be able to squeeze out any strength, so I could only lie on my back in a large shape and pant again to rest.

Maybe it was all kinds of feelings that gradually recovered, so each one was much stronger than before, at this time, after drinking and vomiting, the feeling of hunger and prostration once again occupied Yi Ting's entire head, as if every inch of flesh and blood on his body was wailing, and if there was no nutritional energy to replenish it, he would wither and die in the next moment.

Yi Ting turned his head with difficulty to search around, and suddenly saw that there seemed to be something on the ground that looked like a steamed bun, although the color was slightly white, but it was actually not much different from a stone, but Yi Ting didn't think about it, so he instinctively pounced on it.

grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth, fortunately, it was really a dry and hard steamed bun, at least it wouldn't swallow out a row of Yi Ting's tender teeth, although the entrance was similar to chewing sand, but Yi Ting still swallowed it in three or two clicks.

After eating and drinking, Yi Ting's mind finally returned to functioning, but what he initially realized was not what he saw and where he was, but the last picture before losing his consciousness and ability to think.

Yi Xiang was covered in blood, and several major points were inserted with sharp flying knives, but he still stood proudly, without any fear or painful peaceful expression on his face, but his eyes turned from bright to dark, and finally became lifeless.

The moment the warmth conveyed by his eyes was cut off, it rushed into Yi Ting's mind like a thunderous sound, drowning out all feelings and thoughts, that is, this picture stayed in front of Yi Ting's eyes, so that he was like a living dead for a while, and he did not react to the outside world.

After an unknown number of days, Yi Ting finally understood what this picture represented, and although he was unwilling to accept it, he knew in his heart that he could no longer change anything.

Suddenly, a monstrous hatred rose into the sky, his eyes seemed to be about to erupt into flames, and at the same time, Yi Ting's sea of spiritual consciousness seemed to be boiling, and the steaming mist filled the entire spiritual consciousness space, and it continued to become deeper and thicker.

At this time, if someone was looking at Yi Ting, they would find that his figure seemed to be trembling violently slightly, and the whole person became blurry and could not be seen clearly, but in fact, it was a layer of smoke that was so thin that it was covering the entire surface of his body.

This is the monstrous hatred that spreads out of the spiritual space, and it is an aura that is transformed from the mind into substance, and the **, which is full of extreme hunger and thirst after the first feeling, is immersed in this aura full of hatred, greedily absorbing it.

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(Didn't you wake up for the first time?Why hasn't the spiritual root been tested?The answer will be revealed soon, Yi Ting's cultivation path has officially started, and he asked for a ticket and a collection, bowing and thanking him. )