Everyone sat down in the hot spring, Lu Zhenren pinched his hands and chanted a spell, and runes rose from the ground to the sky, separating Yang Zhao and the others who wanted to form a pill.

Luan Chuanxiong and Feng were in a hot spring with Yang Zhao again, and Yang Zhao felt that the surroundings were suddenly silent.

It was the utter silence, not even the sound of the wind.

What you want is a static word, people can be quiet and quiet, so that they can break through without distractions.

Only when you pass the difficult level can you get married.

The Heavenly Tomb only gave a chance to form a pill, and it doesn't mean that you don't work hard in this matter.

Luan Chuanxiong stuffed a small note to Yang Zhao.

"Na, this is what your ancestor gave you."

Yang Zhao took the note a little strangely, what can't be said in person, do you have to write a small note and let someone hand it to her?

She opened the note and looked at the big characters written on it in traditional Chinese, and her face became a little strange.

No wonder I can't write a small note, it's really a bit hot to say such a second word.

And Yang Zhao was very skeptical that this would work, maybe Shen Ruoyu himself doubted it, so he couldn't tell her in public, so he gave her a small note.

Yang Zhao, who was thinking about it, stuffed the small note into the clothes on the shore.

Luan Chuanxiong began to explain the precautions to Yang Zhao, and the wind was preparing therapeutic appliances again, and the most important protagonists were of course those lovely Di insects.

"You don't have to worry about the knot, you don't have to worry about the treatment, from beginning to end, the most important thing for you is to ensure that your mind is clear, and the rest is our work."

"After the pill, in order to have enough spiritual power in your body when you heal the injury, we will have the action of breaking the pill, this action has a great impact on people, you have to be mentally prepared in advance."

Yang Zhao nodded as he pulled out a loudspeaker MP3 from his clothes.

"I understand that the treatment of the wound is all up to the two doctors."

"Okay, you close your eyes and rest your mind, and we'll take care of the rest."

Yang Zhaoyi stretched out his hand and turned on the MP3, and the song resounded through the small hot spring.

"Arise, you who do not want to be slaves, and build our flesh and blood into our new Great Wall."

This song is majestic and sonorous, and it was recorded by Yang Zhao in the military camp to enrich the country and the people.

Metaphysics, this thing has to be buffed to be stacked to have a sense of security.

What Yang Zhao wants now is a sense of security.

"This song is a bit tragic......" The wind that poses the live insects muttered again.

Yang Zhao raised his thumbs: "Of course, our national anthem thief is good." ”

"Okay, okay, don't get distracted, hurry up and settle down."

Yang Zhao closed her eyes and calmed down, enduring the gnawing of the spring water on her skin, and gradually became distracted.

Suddenly, she felt a large stream of spiritual energy rush from her wrist into her body.

This spiritual power was like a wolf entering a flock, directly turning the lazy and non-flowing spiritual power in her body upside down.

Under the chase of this spiritual power, a pool of stagnant spiritual power in Yang Zhao's body began to operate and gather, and the places with veins roared through, and the places without meridians directly broke through, and finally gathered into Yang Zhao's dantian.

As the speed of spiritual power operation became faster and faster, Yang Zhao's meridians began to twitch.

It hurts.

Yang Zhao quickly forgot about the pain outside, as all kinds of terrifying scenes began to spread out in her mind, forcing her to open her eyes.

From the various insects and snakes she was afraid of, to the death she had been afraid of, to the scenes where she killed people.

Scenes flashed in her mind like slides.

Those who regretted in the past, those who were afraid, those who were not angry, those who were aggrieved, those who were aggrieved, and those who were wronged......... Things were suddenly made into a movie, and they were presented in her mind one by one, and Yang Zhao, who was holding back, just wanted to roar twice to vent her emotions.

"No, no, no, calm down, calm down, calm down."

Yang Zhao gathered the thoughts he exuded: "Listen to the song, listen to the song, listen to the song, grass, little book!" No, listen to the song listen to the song to listen to the song. ”

At this moment, Yang Zhao felt a faint sound of thunder flashing in his ears.

Before she could hear it, a sharp pain spread from her abdomen to her whole body, and she felt countless steel needles suddenly grow from her body, piercing her body into a piece of flesh.

"Ahh

With a scream, Yang Zhao's whole face turned pale, his face was covered with beads of sweat, and his hands and feet subconsciously struggled.

"Bear with it!"

Luan Chuanxiong restrained Yang Zhao's messy watch, and the wind was concentrating on pulling a small opening on Yang Zhao's body, sending those insects to the wound, watching them crawl into her flesh and blood little by little.

Both of them are good at healing wounds, they have seen many patients, and they will not neglect their hand movements because of the screams of patients.

At this time, Yang Zhao felt that someone was holding it, and the fiery red iron skewer was poking in along the meridians little by little, making her tremble in pain, and then a sharp pain rose from the dantian, drowning Yang Zhao like a tide.

"Hold on to your heart!"

A reprimand broke into his mind, scaring Yang Zhao for a moment.

How can time pass so slowly, every minute and second is longer than a year in Yang Zhao's eyes.

(End of chapter)