It's not just about breaking open your chest. While encountering the blood, the lotus core gradually melted, flowing along the blood of the clear spirit to the whole body.

The broken chest began to collect blood visibly with the naked eye, even the blood stained on the clothes was not spared, miraculously closed, and in less than a minute, only the clothes on Qing Ling's chest were broken, and the skin on the chest was smooth and delicate, leaving no wounds.

'Cough-hmm~~' Qing Ling closed his eyes in pain, the medicinal power of the blue lotus core had not yet spread throughout the body, and it was not easy to use other immortal medicines to suppress it at this time. The time was not yet yet, but her patience was almost at its limit.

It is a little bit of residual food from the outside to the inside, from the body to the soul of the polishing, the body should have been unconscious, but the spirit is being stimulated by the power of medicine little by little, and the pain of the soul is deep-rooted and cannot be shaken off.

The violent medicinal power boiled in Qing Ling's blood, rushing everywhere, and it had already washed away half of the meridians in Qing Ling's body, and the displacement of the five internal organs was only the initial destruction of the body, and the pores of the whole body were dilated, emitting a blood mist, but there was no trace of bloody taste, as if it was just red gas.

Qing Ling clenched her fists, her nails stuck into her palms without feeling, her closed eyes jumped, her lips were bitten by herself, and her blood was swallowed immediately. The rusty smell of the mouth, the fishy sweetness of the blood and the furious power in it almost overwhelmed her.

"That's it!"

Zibao's voice sounded, and it brightened people's hearts like an alarm bell, and a white bead was hit into the top of Qing Ling's head by it, and miraculously it did not hurt the scalp of Qing Ling's head today.

Subsequently, other liquid essences, powders, and medicines were injected by Zibao into Qing Ling's abdomen, back, back of neck, chest, legs, and arms, all of which did not harm any inch of Qing Ling's body.

Whenever the essence extracted from an immortal elixir was injected into Qing Ling's body by Zibao, her whole body began to twitch, and after every ten minutes, she would feel that the pain in her body had decreased by a point.

Even so, she held on for more than an hour, and the last drop of the liquid was swallowed by Qing Ling, and her almost broken throat was cool, followed by a tingling sensation, which was more painful than the pain.

"Little girl, it's almost successful, you have to hold back. Zibao doesn't know how many times it said such a thing, every time it said it, it was when Qing Ling was about to hold on, and its voice seemed to have magic power, making Qing Ling feel a soft breath again and again to help him tide over the difficulties.

In order to clear the spirit, Zibao also consumes a lot of power, it itself is a Hongmeng purple qi, with infinite power, but because it is sealed, the power that can be used now is not even one of the previous 100,000, but even so, it can use some of the previous power, such as reconstruction.

If it weren't for Zibao's power to subtly nourish the spirit of Qingling, she would have had a nervous breakdown.

It's not that Qingling's willpower is not strong and he can't persevere, but that no one can sustain such a sore spot.

Zibao told Qing Ling a lie, and he told Qing Ling that the reliance on this cultivation method was also because of his own strength. After this period of understanding, it knows the person of Qingling, and also recognizes this person who came here from the same world as itself, it wants Qingling to be strong, so that Qingling can accept its own contract, and it also has a better chance to unlock the sealing power blessed on itself.

The current Qingling is still too weak, too weak, too weak that it can't even bear the promise to serve her as the Lord. Maybe it's too demanding, but it believes that Qingling can do it.

"Ahh

She had persevered in so many difficulties before, and she would not allow herself to fall here!

The pain has gradually been accustomed to Qingling, she finally cracked the corners of her mouth to reveal a wry smile, it is self-deprecation and self-confidence, laughing at her own rashness, joking with her own life, confident because she knows that she will hold on to the end!

"Chick, after holding on for three minutes, it will pass immediately. ”

Zibao's voice was also soft when he comforted people, and his docile timbre carried a thick self-reproach, it shouldn't have guided Qingling on this path so early, maybe it should have given Qingling some time.

"I, no, I will admit it, I will lose, I will lose—" The firm statement also came out of Qing Ling's mouth, and the bitter smile gradually turned into a smile.

This smile should be in Zibao's eyes for a long time, and even thousands of years later, it will remember that there was a girl who tried her best to give it a tolerant smile when it felt guilty and blamed herself for her.

She doesn't blame it, and because of this moment, it really feels that she can give sincere refuge, and she is qualified to be the 'master' it believes in.

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