Under the witness of Lord Luo Ling, Zhuzhu only took half a day to eradicate all the blood evil energy from Hong Yi's soul.

A quarter of an hour later, Hongyi woke up after being unconscious for half a month.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a woman with an elegant and charming face approaching him, staring at him closely, her eyes containing too many emotions.

There was excitement, jealousy, envy, and later relief, etc., but more importantly, excitement and surprise.

Hong Yi looked at her seriously and was very sure that he had never seen this female donor before. Just when he was about to ask, the female cultivator turned her head and said, "You are so amazing. It only takes half a day to do this."

All the blood-evil energy in his soul has been eradicated. This is not a wood-type healing technique of yours, it is simply an immortal technique, no, it is a divine technique."

"It's not that exaggerated."

Zhuzhu blushed a little when she was praised by Lord Luo Ling, "Maybe my wood-type skills just restrained the blood-evil spirit in his soul."

Hearing the familiar voice again, Hongyi quickly followed the gaze of the female cultivator in front of him and looked at Zhuzhu: "Hui Ying... Zhenjun, are you there too? No, no, no, the young monk wants to ask us where we are?"

Zhuzhu understood that after being chased by the True Master, waking up from a coma and facing a strange environment would feel a bit panicky and helpless.

"This is Taiqing Sect. We were finally rescued by Taiqing Sect Zhuque and Han Su. The senior next to me is Luo Ling. Senior Luo Ling has been treating your injuries during this time.

"

Zhuzhu did not step forward to claim credit. To be honest, it was Zhenjun Luo Ling who had the greatest credit. Without her, she had been trying her best to suppress Hongyi's injuries.

I'm afraid he won't be able to wait until he takes action to treat her.

"Thank you, little monk, Senior Luo Ling."

Hongyi got up and got out of bed and was about to salute Luo Ling, but Luo Ling casually threw out two spiritual whips and pinned him down on the bed: "No need, I only saved you on the orders of the two true deities. You have just recovered from a serious illness."

, it’s better to have a good rest, sister Huiying and I still have some things to discuss, so I won’t disturb your rest.”

After saying that, she turned to look at Zhuzhu eagerly: "I have many patients with incurable diseases that cannot be cured. Some of them have been poisoned by ice inflammation for ten thousand years. Every year in the dog days of summer, their five internal organs will be cut by ice.

For some sins, in the thirty-nine days of winter, they will suffer from the scorching sun burning their hearts. Some of them are practicing martial arts and traveling during the out-of-body period, and their souls are missing. Some are cursed..."

Zhuzhu was also interested in what Lord Luo Ling said: "Are those patients in the Taiqing Sect?"

"Some are here, some left the sect to find a way to save themselves. The guy who has been poisoned by ten thousand years of inflammation is here. Does Sister Huiying want to go and see?"

"Senior, please lead the way!"

"What do you call me, senior? We are already so familiar with each other. Sister Huiying, please don't have any contact with your elder sister. From now on, just call me sister Luoling."

"Okay, sister Luo Ling, please lead the way."

"So good!" Zhenjun Luo Ling couldn't help but pinch her pink little face.

Zhuzhu smiled helplessly. She seemed to have done this to Fu Miaomiao, a female cultivator she liked and was younger than herself.

Hongyi, who was pinned to the bed by two invisible spiritual whips and unable to move, looked at the two female cultivators who were getting carried away in chatting and walking quickly from his bed:...

So, was he being ignored by Zhenjun Hui Ying?

What’s more, what caught Zhenjun Huiying’s attention was a female cultivator in the out-of-body stage.

Hong Yi was a little disappointed, but he soon felt relieved. How could he act like a resentful woman?

He is a Buddhist cultivator. He cannot be with Zhenjun Hui Ying in this life, so why should he get entangled with her? Otherwise, he will only harm others and himself.

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Zhenjun Luo Ling flew over most of the Taiqing Sect with Zhuzhu, and then stopped at an outer peak where the spiritual energy was thin and most of them were Foundation Establishment disciples.

Zhuzhu asked curiously: "Is that patient an outer disciple?"

It’s not that she looks down on the outer disciples and is unwilling to treat their illnesses, it’s just that she feels that the person who has been poisoned by ice fire for ten thousand years has to endure tremendous pain twice a year.

Even though he is not as good as a high-level monk, I am afraid that he does not have such a strong willpower, so he may not be able to bear the ice-inflammation poison and commit suicide, and he will never persist in living until now.

"He was originally the proud son of the inner sect and the recognized senior brother among the inner sect's golden elixir disciples. Later, he entered the Nascent Soul stage before he was one hundred and twenty years old. He was regarded as an inner sect disciple with a bright future. Unfortunately, he was only ten years old.

A few years ago, he traveled alone as a sect, but no one knew what happened. Someone plotted to kill him, and he accidentally fell into the bottom of an ice valley where extreme cold and extreme heat coexist, and was poisoned by ice inflammation.

It was also because of the ice-fire poison that tortured him for two seasons a year that he had no intention of practicing, so he exiled himself to the outer sect and became the master of Chaolu Peak."

The senior brother who used to be a disciple of the inner sect’s Golden Elixir, also entered Yuanying not long ago.

Zhuzhu had a guess about this person. Could it be Wu Mingxuan?

However, after not seeing each other for more than 20 years, the high-spirited and strategizing senior brother of the Taiqing Sect was tortured by the ten thousand years of ice and flame poison to the point where he exiled himself to the outer sect with thin spiritual energy as the peak master. This shows that he really has no hope for his life.

I chose to abandon myself and go into exile.

However, no matter how miserable Wu Mingxuan is now, he is still the True Lord of Nascent Soul and the master of the Outer Peak.

When we found the place where he lived, we found that it was a shabby thatched house with only three rooms.

In addition to a bed, there is only a table, a chair, and a jade futon.

The living environment is not even comparable to that of the foundation-building disciples.

Not only that, Wu Mingxuan, who now has a slovenly beard and an indescribable smell on his body, is so different from the dignified and high-spirited Wu Mingxuan Zhuzhu met in the Wuya Secret Realm more than 20 years ago that she

I almost thought I had guessed the wrong person. This person was not Wu Mingxuan.

But when you see his eyes clearly, no matter how much his appearance changes, a person's pupils will not change. After all, there is no such thing as colored contact lenses in the world of immortality, so Zhuzhu is sure that this person is Wu Mingxuan.

Wu Mingxuan, who was sitting in the thatched hut pouring himself a drink, was also startled when he raised his eyes and saw Zhuzhu: "Little...little Taoist Fellow Ni?"

"Wu Daoyou!" Zhuzhu did not show disdain or ridicule to Wu Mingxuan, who now chose to live a life of drunkenness and forgetfulness, but said hello lightly.

They were not very familiar with each other.

"So you guys know each other!" Zhenjun Luo Ling was a little surprised.

"We met in Wuya Secret Realm before."

Wu Mingxuan put down his wine glass, hurriedly took out two chairs from the storage ring and asked Luo Ling Zhenjun and Zhuzhu to sit down. "This is a humble house. Please bear with me, two Zhenjuns."

He had been poisoned by ice flames before and returned to the sect. After everyone knew that he had been poisoned by ice flames that could not be cured for ten thousand years, his master became estranged from him, his junior brothers and sisters gradually drifted away from him, and those other sect members who used to often surrounded him

We either become strangers to him or choose to add insult to injury.

Zhenjun Luo Ling was the only one who still had the same attitude towards him and tried his best to heal him.

Even though she couldn't cure herself of the ten thousand-year ice flame poison, Wu Mingxuan was not angry or disappointed with her, but on the contrary, he was very grateful.

At least there is one person who doesn't give up on himself when he is in desperate situation, that's enough.

Luo Ling opened the door and said, "We are here this time to try again and see if we can't heal your injuries."

"good."
Chapter completed!