After being stunned for a while, Ling Zhao realized that it was not a way to drench like this, so he looked around and found a cave that was recessed, so he used his strength to move the old man's body over.

This almost exhausted Ling Zhao.

As soon as he put the old man's body into the cave, Ling Zhao immediately fell to the ground, panting heavily.

After a while, his breath calmed down, and remembering what the old man said, Ling Zhao immediately checked his body, the wounds on his body were gone, and he said something again, but his voice still did not change.

Unexpectedly, Ling Zhao was not much disappointed.

The old man has done a lot for her.

Thinking about the elixir, Ling Zhao followed the method in the memory of the original owner and looked at it with his spiritual sense, the elixir was in the spiritual sea, and the body was Cheng red, but Ling Zhao's current elixir was milky white, not like the original owner's entity, and now this was more like a circle fused with airflow.

Ling Zhao tried to turn the elixir to introduce aura, but found that the elixir rotated very slowly, and the aura inhaled was very small, and he would also lose most of the aura, and only a small part could be absorbed.

This will make her progress very slow.

The original owner was a genius before.

At the age of sixteen, he was already a fourth-order spiritual monk.

However, she can't be too greedy, she is already very satisfied with being able to repair the spirit pill Ling Zhao, at least she can have a certain ability to resist, it's a big deal that she works hard.

Ling Zhao thought about it, and just as he was about to withdraw from the spiritual sea, he suddenly felt that his spiritual sense was being pulled by something, and the next moment it appeared in a thick white mist, and this white mist was so thick that he couldn't see his five fingers, and Ling Zhao suddenly panicked in his heart.

Don't go wrong.

Just when Ling Zhao was flustered, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in the white mist, it was the voice of the old man: "Girl, although the old man can't repair your elixir, I found that your spiritual power is very strong, but it should have been trapped by something before, so you didn't find it." ”

"I'll help you solve it, it's up to you whether you can use it or not."

The old man's voice gradually dissipated, and Ling Zhao was relieved after hearing it, as long as it wasn't a bug.

Retracting his spiritual sense, Ling Zhao sat up and looked at the old man's body, this old man had many wounds on his body, this wound was sharp, it was not like it was drawn by the cliff, it was more like it was injured by the sword and the aura in the memory of the original owner.

It seems that this old man is not like he said, and he is not killing himself. There is a high probability that it will also be dried.

It's that the old man wants to save face.

The drizzle outside the cave kept dripping, until the sky was dark, and the night covered the earth gradually stopped, Ling Zhao slept for a while, he really couldn't sleep well, his breath was wet and cold, so he simply absorbed the aura according to the method in his memory, and the meager aura ran all over the body, and his body finally warmed up a little.

I meditated until it was dark.

The aura that Ling Zhao absorbed was only a thin layer.

Exhaled a breath of turbidity, calmed his breath, and looked at the sky outside the cave, the old man's body couldn't just stay here, Ling Zhao could only go out of the cave, find a good looking open space nearby, and after dragging the old man out, he found a stone and dug a pit.

It's just rained, the soil is too wet, and it's a little troublesome.

"You save me, I remember your kindness. Now I will help you collect the corpse, and I will burn paper money for you every year in the future, you can rest assured, I will definitely find that Qingjuezi, if I can't find it, I will keep looking for it, and there is not much I can do for you. ”