Ling Qingyao's eyes were closed, tears hung from the corners of her eyes, blood oozed from the bite marks on her lips, her face was as white as paper, and although her weak body had become weak, her hands were still tightly clasped in front of her chest.

Song Zhen saw this scene, completely out of his surprise, he didn't expect to make such a big move, looking at the moving Qing Yao in his arms, the desire to protect Luo Rou emerged in his heart, and he picked up Qing Yao and ran towards the Medicine God Mansion.

At this moment, there was a panic in the Luoyu Building, and after some tossing, Ling Qingyao was finally settled, and Uncle Yao Zhen gave her a pulse, and sighed, "It's okay, it's okay, it's too emotional, and it hurts Yao's soul and spiritual vein!"

Mi Qing's face was anxious, this kind of thing happened at this time, it was really like making things worse, "Uncle Zhen, is it serious to hurt Yao's soul and spiritual vein?"

Yao Zhen looked at the room, there were only the silent Fan Bai and Yi Qing, there were still Mei Mei and the Phantom Spirit at the door, and everyone else had withdrawn from the Luoyu Building, and the old man Yao Zhen waved his hand and sighed, looking a little depressed.

"Qing Yao seems to be missing half of the Yao soul, and I am helpless when I encounter a disease that hurts the spiritual veins of the Yao soul, if her Yao soul is complete, this is not a big deal, and it will be good to recuperate and rest for a few days!"

Ling Qingyao lacked a wisp of Yao soul, both Qing and Fan Bai knew it, there was no fuss, but this thing that hurt the Yao pulse surprised them, they always thought that Qing Yao was very strong in her heart, and now she understood that she was carrying a heavy burden in forbearance.

"Isn't there any other way?, such as finding her relatives to help!" At this time, Mi Qing thought of Qing Yao's mother, the goddess, and she thought that if the goddess injected spiritual power into her, she would be able to repair Yao's soul and spiritual veins.

Yao Zhen waved his hand, "In the past, the lord of the mansion made such a mistake for Qing Yao's soul, and I always felt that there was a way to find her relatives, but you have to find all the souls! Just like now, you have to open her heart knot!"

He knew Mi Qing's thoughts, find her relatives, inject enough spiritual power, and repair her damaged Yao Soul Spiritual Vein, then he had to untie her heart knot first, otherwise he would repair the wound here and there, not to mention that it would not be cured at all, and it would be even more injured.

There was silence in the room, "You hurt my heart to death???" Suddenly, Ling Qingyao, who was in a coma, said some babbling, which gave Yao Zhen hope and showed that Qingyao had not completely fallen asleep.

"Fan Bai, from today onwards, you will guard her in front of Qing Yao, often talk to her, say what is in your heart, you can also complain, you can also say some happy things!" said Yao Zhen, wanting her to wake up Qing Yao, who wanted to sleep.

Yi Qing was anxious when he heard this, "Uncle Qian, this is not good! You still don't know the inside story, Fan Bai's mind is similar to Qing Yao's, but you can't let her talk in front of her, the more you talk about it, the more serious it will be!"

"Sister Qingyao, I'm Fan Bai, sister, can you hear me speak, right? I used to be very fragile, crying at every turn, and playing a little temper, until one day, I vowed to be as strong as Sister Qingyao, and before I knew it, I suddenly found that I had grown up and become strong?????? ！”

Yao Zhen heard Fan Bai's confession, nodded to the stunned Mi Qing, and the two of them quietly walked out of the room, and the door of the "squeak" room was closed.

Mi Qing went down the stairs and said to Yao Zhen: "It's strange, since Nanchen left, this girl has really grown up, and she doesn't cry or make trouble anymore!" Although Mi Qing said so, in fact, she herself is also changing, becoming more independent and mature, and without support, she can only make herself stronger.

Mi Qing came to the main hall and saw Song Zhen standing in the main hall, looking at the hanging nine-seed flower hanging painting and stunned, "Young Master Song Zhen, thank you so much this time, don't stand here!"

Go to the Bo for some tea, we have the best tea here!"

Song Zhen smiled slightly, and said: "It's better for me not to go over there, his old man has a lot of opinions about me, Yi Qing, I like this painting very much, can you sell it to me, you can say whatever the price is!"

"Painting?" Only then did Mi Qing realize that Song was really fascinated by this nine-seeded flower painting, and looked sideways at his fascinated face towards the painting.

"Whoosh" Mi Qing took down the hanging painting from the wall, rolled it up and handed it directly to Song Zhen, "I didn't expect the young master to have a good eye for calligraphy and painting, this nine-seed flower is still the first painting painted by Luo Rou, and I will give it to you as a thank you to the young master today!" Mi Qing said with a smile.

Mi Qing's words made Song Zhen very happy, and thanked him again and again, and he was relieved to learn that Qing Yao was fine, so he said goodbye to Mi Qing and turned to leave.

Song Zhen walked down the mountain road, a faint fragrance wafted between his clothes, he sniffed with his chin, the faint fragrance of mint spirit grass, the fragrance of nine-seed flowers, from that angular smiling face, overflowing with the beauty in his heart.

In the dense forest deep in the mountains, on the edge of a swamp quagmire, swarms of mosquitoes and flies lingered, and a dry mud fell down, and the black giant slowly woke up.

Holding on to a rotten tree stump beside him, he staggered to his feet, and at this time, Nanchen under him lay prone in the dirt, moved his body slightly, and gradually regained consciousness.

His robe was gone, his whole body was the same complexion as the black giant, dark and shiny, and he tried to get up with his arms, but fell to the ground several times.

In the end, with the help of the black giant, he staggered and stood up, Nanchen's appearance was almost the same as that of the black giant, just a shrunken little giant, with a pair of resentful eyes and a trance-like look.

He staggered down and almost flashed into the swamp several times, and finally drank up the puddle of muddy water, and several young frogs in the muddy water were also eaten by him.

The black giant was half-lying on the slope, he was seriously injured, there were many dark flesh pits on his body, and wisps of demonic energy were exuding from time to time.

Merging into one, resisting the magic power together, only to save Nanchen's half life, although the life was saved, the demonic thoughts were even stronger.

At this moment, he and the black giant looked at each other, whose body was the main body was difficult to measure, Nanchen walked to the edge of a bush and sat down slowly, not knowing what he was thinking, maybe it was just a short rest.

Suddenly, he remembered something, and quickly crawled to the place where he had been lying before, and picked up the mud to find something, but he couldn't find it for a long time, and he was about to scream in the sky.

"Pop" the black giant threw over something, which calmed him down, grabbed the mud-stained Qiankun bag, found a crystal jade pendant, and put it in the palm of his hand with a layer of crystal luster, staring at it stupidly.

Nanchen returned to the side of the shrub, holding the jade pendant in his hand and listening to it in his ear, although there was no movement, he still listened like that, as if he heard the heartbeat of the jade pendant.

I don't know how long it took, "Roar, roar, roar" He roared, the black giant's expression seemed to be reluctant, this kind of reluctance to be a doppelganger, although it was not his original intention, but with the deepening of the demon's thoughts, he couldn't do it if he wanted to be a doppelganger, and in the face of the demon's greed, any resistance seemed small.

The demonic thoughts of the two doppelgangers do not give in to each other, and neither of them wants to be their doppelgangers, this kind of mutual contest is not a comparison of the strength of the exercises, but in the will

The contest, the will to resist the demon thoughts, whose demon thoughts are light, can gather demons and become the main body of the demon body.

In the end, the black giant's body began to dissipate, and wisps of demonic evil surrounded the immortal bones, and finally merged into Nanchen's volatile magic power, dominating the consciousness of the two clones.

Through the scene just now, Nanchen realized the seriousness of the problem, the difference between one thought, the difference between gods and demons, he didn't want to let the doppelganger leave the main body again, it would depend on how he resisted the demonic thoughts.

At this time, the sunset was getting grayer and grayer, and the mountains were already green, and a few nightingales' cries came from the other side of the mountain, and the cries made the valley sad.

Nanchen walked along the rugged valley towards the east, and in the mountain stream in front of him, there was a loud sound, and the word "waterfall" appeared in his mind.

The thought of the sweet spring water made him instantly refreshed, and he hurried towards the sound of the noise, through a bush, and sure enough, he saw a waterfall rushing down from the mountain stream not far away.

The refreshing Ganjin made Nanchen a little sober, and simply walked directly into the stream, soaking in the chapped dark skin, and the bursts of cold made him feel comfortable, as if he diluted the burning heat in his heart.

He wiped his face, and suddenly looked at the water surface and was stunned, a dark face, wrinkled like a ravine, a pair of raised black eyes, projecting resentful eyes, two nostrils almost exposed, and a thick hand on the big blue lips.

Nanchen slowly moved his hand, synchronized with the hand in the water, his heart was a little messy, and instantly became hot, he wanted to roar loudly, but two words "heartbeat" appeared in his mind.

There was a sadness in my heart, Qing Yao, Fan Bai, Nanchen in your heart is dead, I can never go back, more than 400 years of torment and companionship, but accompanied by a demon.

Not far away came the cry of the nightingale, which this time raised his vigilance, and he felt that he had escaped from the underworld, and then encountered many crises, and had continued until now, as if this cry came from the same nightingale.

Thinking of this, Nanchen quickly got up and left the flat stream and ran towards the hanging waterfall, he wanted to hide around the waterfall and wait for the nightingale to appear.

The roaring waterfall, pouring down, crashing against the mountain cliffs, hitting into a bay of waterholes, the deafening sound of splashing water, covering everything in an instant.

Nanchen stepped on the slippery bluestone, stumbled and hid behind the waterfall water curtain, and looked out through the corner of the water curtain to observe the strange situation.

The nightingale's cry echoed in the air, but Nanchen was disturbed by the sound of splashing water, and he couldn't hear the cry in the air at all, but he saw the undulating black dot.

In a moment, more than a dozen black shadows appeared in the jungle, Nanchen squinted his eyes slightly, and the first sense was that he was not a demon, he rubbed his nostrils that were about to face the sky, probably the mist of the waterfall splashed in, and he sneezed itchyly.

"Lord Zhishan, there is the Valley of Broken Souls ahead, we can't go any further!" A guard dressed in black entered Nanchen's sight, although he was dressed in black, but the pair of boots in the official mansion caught his attention.

Zhishan looked at the valley in front of him, thoughtfully, looked up at the black dot, and said: "Let the nightingale continue to search, we have to find a way to set up control around this valley, and once we find his figure, we can capture or kill him!"

"What if you die in the Valley of Broken Souls?" the guard asked in a trembling voice, worried about the temper of the mountain, and then forced them to break in.

"Nonsense, isn't it! That's a good fate for the little devil, keep the whole corpse, and hold the god until death!" Zhishan said angrily.