It is rumored that some anomalies can attack a person regardless of distance through their name, birthday, or other characters.

Except for the law name of 'Chang Ling', she didn't even know her name.

She couldn't even remember her family's last name.

Maybe when she was a teenager, she would have a name like 'Spring Peach' or 'Cuihua'......

Chang Ling came back to his senses fiercely.

The black mist that was surging in the sea of consciousness suddenly stopped, and there was even a clear area around her soul.

"Memories don't bother me. Chang Ling said in a low voice.

The only thing she can do is to go on firmly.

What she is glad about so far is that she can still work hard to live this life.

Chang Ling simply arranged a prohibition in this room, and after learning the formation for so long, it was the first time he applied it.

Looking at this prohibition, which was estimated to be unable to be stopped even by a cultivator in the Condensing Realm, Chang Ling still showed a smile of relief.

There is no explicit prohibition of fighting in this gathering place, but the movement is too big, and Yuanhuamen will naturally not let it go.

Such a small courtyard, there should be no other monks want to fight for, releasing a magic weapon or magic circle with a strong breath will attract people's attention, Chang Ling simply no longer deliberately arranged, but felt a spirit stone, which is rare to be able to stabilize and practice well.

When the moon was in the middle of the sky, Chang Ling's spiritual power had been running in his body for a week, and for the first time he had run his liquid spiritual power, Chang Ling still felt a burst of obscurity, and the meridians that were strong enough seemed to be unable to bear their weight, and he felt a faint pain.

After a week of operation, Chang Ling opened his eyes fiercely and took a deep breath.

Maybe after she condenses her essence blood again, the strength of her meridians will be further improved, and the operation of her spiritual power will be more comfortable and smooth.

The leaves of the parent body of the Blood Clotting Grass in the storage artifact seemed to exude a glowing light, which was particularly attractive.

"Ahh ”

What interrupted Chang Ling's thoughts was a scream from the courtyard.

Chang Ling frowned, but still got up and pushed the door and walked out.

Jiang Ying was holding his head in his hands, rolling around on the ground.

There was a look of pain on his face.

The aura on his body was chaotic, and more precisely, the fluctuations came from his soul.

Before stepping into the condensing realm, his soul was still three souls and seven souls that were independent of mortals, and at this time, his soul was glued together in twos and threes, and no one could swallow the other, and he was frozen there for a while, just suffering Jiang Ying.

The process of concentrating seemed to have passed a long time for Chang Ling, and even the most memorable thing for her was actually the pain of tearing her soul apart after taking the Xuan Soul Grass.

Chang Ling took a few steps forward, gently put his hand on Jiang Ying's head, and whispered, "Relax, don't resist." ”

The process of concentrating is to require my consciousness to be absolutely sober, so that I can smoothly condense the three souls and seven spirits, even if the most open is not condensed, it doesn't matter, as long as I don't be like Jiang Ying, the 'divine soul' is divided into several pieces, and they resist each other strongly.

Therefore, when a monk is promoted to the Divine Condensation Realm, there will be senior monks by his side to ensure that he stays awake at all times, and he will also use some foreign objects such as the Pill Formation to assist.

This promotion can even be said to be the easiest one on the path of monks' cultivation.

It's just that......

Chang Ling cursed secretly in his heart, looking at the pale young man in front of him, he still carefully began to investigate his situation.

At least she had Luoyue by her side at that time, this Jiang Ying didn't know what to say about him.

Because of the cart between the souls, Jiang Ying's consciousness was not easy.

The pain above the divine soul was too familiar to Chang Ling.

Her spirit smoothly entered Jiang Ying's mind, but she could only call Jiang Ying at the soul level.

She didn't dare to touch his soul rashly, the monk's soul was extremely important, and the slightest carelessness in her own cultivation would bring unpredictable damage, let alone the touch of others.

"Jiang Ying!"

Chang Ling called a few times, and Jiang Ying's consciousness in severe pain was briefly cleared, and he seemed to want to say something to Chang Ling, but before he could say anything, he kept screaming because of his split soul.

Chang Ling was also a little at a loss for a while, she was not a monk who was proficient in the way of the divine soul, and it was difficult to empathize with Jiang Ying's situation.

At least, she rarely faced pain like that.

Chang Ling sighed again, took out a blood-red flower from the storage artifact, tore off a petal and sent it to Jiang Ying's mouth.

This was the red flower she had found in the Heavenly Mystery Realm, she had never seen this spirit plant, and she didn't remember it when Luoyue casually said its name in her ear.

Now it can only be called safflower.

Its effect could not be simpler, that is, pain.

This effect is really a bit of a chicken for Chang Ling, and the petals of the user will also bring certain side effects.

This includes, but is not limited to, being caught in a hallucination, addiction, and so on.

But in this situation, if Jiang Ying's consciousness can't bring his souls together as soon as possible, under the severe pain, once he loses consciousness, his soul body will collapse.

To put it bluntly, he will be directly dissolved.

The petals of the safflower were stuffed into Jiang Ying's mouth by Chang Ling, and they melted in his mouth.

A burst of red light instantly surged into his mind.

Jiang Ying's eyes gradually regained some of their brightness.

"Jiang Ying, hurry up and guide the soul fusion. Chang Ling said hurriedly.

The boy was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly gritted his teeth and began to fuse his broken soul together little by little.

I don't know how long it has been, Jiangyin's soul barely has a prototype, and Chang Ling's soul came out of the excessively narrow sea of consciousness he was born in, and he also gasped for breath with palpitations.

Jiang Ying's fragile consciousness could no longer support it, he rolled his eyes and fell into Chang Ling's arms.

According to the book, Jiang Ying is the first time that the contemplation is not completely condensed, the divine soul is not yet applied, and the sea of knowledge is also small and pitiful, and he needs to condense again in the future.

However, it is much simpler than it was at the beginning, and there are no more risks.

It's just a matter of time.

Chang Ling found that Jiang Ying didn't know when he had sent his grandfather to lie in a room that was still intact, so the only thing left for him was the tattered one.

Coincidentally, the sky was overcast, and there were a few deafening thunders on the ground.

Chang Ling looked at the dilapidated house, and suddenly remembered the appearance of the high-spirited demon cultivators in Youzhou Holy City, holding a small hammer and nailing nails.

She won't be like them.

Who let the gathering place not restrict the use of the monk's spiritual power?

Reluctantly, the sword looked down a few rather thick branches from the big tree in the courtyard, peeled off the skin one by one, and then cut it into a suitable shape, filling in the holes in the house one by one.

In an instant, the house that was originally in tatters was extremely nondescript at this time.

As long as the hole can be filled in and will not leak through the wind and rain, it doesn't matter what shape it is, whether it is thin or thick.

So a piece of the poor roof was dented, and it was raised next to it.

Chang Ling looked at 'his' masterpiece, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he still hugged Jiang Ying in.

The boy's eyebrows furrowed, not knowing what he was thinking.

Chang Ling gently rubbed his head, then covered him with the quilt, turned around and walked out.

Jiang Ying's condition should be able to be in a coma for ten days and half a month, as for his grandfather, it is already the best situation to be able to maintain the current comatose appearance, otherwise he is afraid that he will return to the light when he opens his eyes again.

After Chang Ling dealt with this matter, he walked to his room and carefully closed the door.

The crimson blade was removed from the storage vessel.

Reason told her that especially after seeing Jiang Ying's situation, she should also wait for her parents to wake up and be by her side before taking it, no matter how bad it is, she should wait for Ah Bi.

But time waits for no one.

When Chang Ling first arrived at this gathering place, there was nothing to arrange.

But what about tomorrow?

Yuanhuamen will not let these loose cultivators not use.

In a real crisis, if you want to rely on external forces, it is an extremely naïve and naïve idea, and the only thing that can save her is her own strength.

Chang Ling took a deep breath, smiled bitterly, and swallowed the small leaf.

Whether it is Gu Yunxi or Luoyue, they have said several times that she doesn't have to be 'strong', she can rely on them like an innocent little girl.

However, she was not that kind of person after all.

She couldn't believe she could be like that.

She is somewhat paranoid and only believes in herself.

Everyone has their own things to do, what they want to do, and she can't be a burden to others because of their kindness.

As soon as the leaves entered his body, Chang Ling felt that the pores all over his body were opened.

Pure power continued to surge along the meridians around her, layer after layer, like never-ending waves.

And she is a small boat facing the waves.

The power swung around her, and then a small part poured into her empty mind.

Chang Ling closed his eyes and began to be lucky, little by little, he would be in her meridians, and it seemed that the power that could tear her apart at any time was constantly introduced into the past towards his own heart.

Every movement is an indescribable pain.

But because of the existence of this pure power, which nourishes her body all the time, she doesn't even have the qualifications to faint.

Chang Ling's breathing stagnated for a moment before he continued to repeat his previous movements.

Cycle.

The power of this leaf was even stronger than she imagined, at least when she first took the Blood Coagulation Herb, she was in the midst of a serious injury whose life was endangered, and some of the medicinal power repaired her body, and she could bear it a little less.

A mature blood-condensing grass will have at least ten leaves, and even if it is constantly absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from the outside world during the growth process, then as the beginning of this leaf, the medicinal power is at least equivalent to five or six ordinary blood-coagulation grasses.

Chang Ling's nosebleeds were all coming out.

She had to speed up the operation of spiritual power in her body, and fortunately, she was able to condense her spiritual power into a liquid state now, and there was more spiritual power that could be stored in her body, which barely stabilized the situation.

Little by little, the pure power was introduced into her heart, I don't know if it was because the power came from the blood condensation grass, the crystalline 'water droplets' condensed turned out to be bright red, if it wasn't for Chang Ling shaping it little by little, she would also wonder if this was her own essence blood.

Waiting for the power in his heart to condense almost, Chang Ling took a deep breath and directly used his spiritual power to stab him in the heart, and the small wound happened to slowly squeeze out a drop of blood.

The moment it poured into my heart, I was wrapped in the 'droplets'.

The condensation of essence and blood by normal monks is actually a natural process, and the blood of the heart will condense a certain amount of spiritual power when the monk is practicing, and over time, it will be transformed into essence blood.

And Chang Ling was speeding up at this time, so he naturally had to use some extraordinary means.

After feeling his blood completely fused with the red water droplets, Chang Ling was shocked.

An indescribable feeling of relief swept through her body.

It's been a long time since I've experienced such a feeling of fullness.

Chang Ling felt that he was now full of strength all over his body.

Before she could get up and move, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The medicinal power of this leaf is not as simple as being able to condense a 'essence blood' for her.

There is also a large amount of residual energy in her meridian acupoints, and her whole person is still on the verge of being burst at any time.

Chang Ling hurriedly sat down and continued to guide the spiritual power to run along his meridians little by little.

............

Waiting for Chang Ling to open his eyes again, it was already noon seven days later.

Then, the energy of this leaf, the meridians and points in Chang Ling's body had all been filled with liquid pure spiritual power.

It seems that she only needs to comprehend the Dao again and improve her heart, and she can immediately advance to the Jindan realm.

Moreover, after condensing the essence and blood, Chang Ling's state is also different from what it used to be.

After briefly probing her own situation, she also released her divine sense to look at Jiang Ying and his grandfather, both of whom were still in a coma.

The breath is stable, and it's not a big deal.

Chang Ling pushed open the door and walked out, but he found that the entire gathering place was quite lively.

Many Contemplation Realm cultivators all gathered in one direction......

Chang Ling pushed open the door and probed the surrounding situation.

An edict was posted at the door.

"The Wucheng Jiang family, a monk of the Condensation Realm. ”

And at the door of every courtyard on the side, there is such a piece of paper.

Some are one Condensing Realm monk, and some are two or three.

Chang Ling speculated that this should be the cultivation and number of monks recruited by Yuanhuamen.

Naturally, these people cannot be taken in for nothing.

But when he entered the city, the big man who followed Jiang Ying was nowhere to be found, and Jiang Ying's sister was even more nowhere to be heard, and only Chang Ling could barely be counted as a cultivator of the Jiang family's Condensing Realm.