"Linglong, how are you?"

Seeing Qian Linglong fall into a deep sleep, Mo Qingyun immediately looked shocked, his eyes full of worry and self-blame.

If Qian Linglong did not help him resolve the mark, it would not cause his injuries to worsen, nor would it fall into a deep sleep.

Mo Qingyun now clearly felt that Qian Linglong's aura was weakening little by little, as if it would collapse at any time.

Sensing Qian Linglong's breath weakened, Mo Qingyun immediately released his soul power to check Qian Linglong's soul situation.

Under Mo Qingyun's inspection, he found that Qian Linglong's soul's injury was deteriorating rapidly.

"No, Linglong's soul's injury balance is broken because Tengchai's attack."

Seeing Qian Linglong's injury, Mo Qingyun immediately looked shocked and his mind started to rotate quickly.

He had to think of a way to stabilize Qian Linglong's injury and worsen.

Otherwise, if Qian Linglong's injury worsens, Qian Linglong really has to reincarnate and re-ed up.

"Linglong's injury worsened completely to help me resolve the crisis. I will save her at all costs."

The more Mo Qingyun thought about it, the more he blamed himself, with a solemn expression on his face, showing his determination to save Qian Linglong, and said solemnly: "Linglong, you will take risks for me. Even if I am with the upper nine heavens and the lower nine eyes, I will definitely cure your injuries."

When Mo Qingyun was talking, a drop of inconspicuous light flowed out from the corner of Qian Linglong's eyes.

Perhaps because he was too concerned about Qian Linglong's injuries, the gleam flowing out of Qian Linglong's eyes was not noticed by Mo Qingyun.

"Taichu's Creation Bloodline has strong recovery power. If Linglong refined my blood, it might alleviate her injury and worsen her injury."

Thinking of his special ability in blood, Mo Qingyun didn't care about so much and immediately stroked his wrist.

Drops of red blood flowed out of Mo Qingyun's wrist and fell into Qian Linglong's mouth.

rise!

He sent blood into Qian Linglong's mouth with his left hand, and Mo Qingyun raised his right hand and lifted Qian Linglong's body.

Then, Mo Qingyun shot out a stream of Xuanqing spiritual power and penetrated into Qian Linglong's body.

Xuanqing's spiritual power penetrated into Qian Linglong's body, and guided the immortal power in Qian Linglong's body to operate in an orderly manner in her body.

As Qian Linglong's fairy power was activated, he began to refine Mo Qingyun's blood and merge it into her blood.

Gradually, the fairy power in Qian Linglong's body began to operate on its own.

Shaoqing, perhaps Mo Qingyun's blood played a role, and Qian Linglong's improvement improved a little.

Seeing this scene, Mo Qingyun's face improved a little, and his heart was finally let go.

From this point of view, his blood should have been effective, temporarily controlling Qian Linglong's injury to worsen.

After a while, Qian Linglong's eyelashes trembled and his beautiful eyes slowly opened.

But Qian Linglong's appearance was still very weak and haggard.

"Linglong, are you awake? How are you?"

Seeing Qian Linglong wake up, Mo Qingyun showed a nervous expression on his face and quickly asked about Qian Linglong's situation.

Facing Mo Qingyun's inquiry, Qian Linglong's eyes dodged, showing a strong apology, and said, "Qingyun, I'm sorry, although my soul has deteriorated and controlled, it has begun to slowly dissipate. I'm afraid that it won't take long before my soul will be dissipated."

"The soul disintegrates? Isn't your breath stable?"

When Mo Qingyun heard Qian Linglong's words, he immediately trembled, as if he was struck by lightning.

He would never have thought that Qian Linglong's soul injury would worsen to such an extent.

In this way, Qian Linglong’s current performance is just a reflection of the rebirth.

"I'm sorry, my soul keeps disintegrating, and I'm afraid it will maintain the existence of the clone."

Qian Linglong's apology was even more serious, and a strong sense of helplessness appeared in her weak expression.

When Mo Qingyun heard Qian Linglong's words, he immediately looked stunned and couldn't help but retreat.

This situation was completely beyond his expectations and caught him off guard.

At this moment, Mo Qingyun clearly felt that he was so small.

"The strength is that my strength is too weak. If I had the holy realm, I would not be afraid of Tengchai, and I would not have caused Linglong to be seriously injured..."

For a moment, Mo Qingyun's expression was a little crazy, as if he was trapped in a kind of devilish madness.

Seeing Mo Qingyun's reaction, Qian Linglong showed heartache and quickly comforted Mo Qingyun: "Qingyun, don't blame yourself too much. If there is a next life, maybe we will meet again."

"No, no matter what method I use, I will cure you, sure!"

Mo Qingyun's expression returned to calm, and his eyes were firmly looking at Qian Linglong, showing an extremely strong determination.

Seeing Mo Qingyun's performance, Qian Linglong showed a touching expression on his face and threw himself into Mo Qingyun's arms, saying, "I believe you can do it."

Mo Qingyun had a strange emotion about Qian Linglong's actions, as if Qian Linglong was Long Hanyan.

"Did I have an illusion?"

This strange emotion appeared, and Mo Qingyun couldn't help but say to himself, as if Qian Linglong was a little different.

However, although Mo Qingyun was very confused, he didn't say much.

For a moment, the two were silent, embracing each other silently.

"Linglong, since my blood is effective, you can refine some of my blood."

Thinking that his blood had a recovery effect, Mo Qingyun was unwilling to delay any further and prepared to let Qian Linglong refine his blood.

Seeing Mo Qingyun's move, Qian Linglong was moved and shook her head and said, "No, unless I keep refining your blood, my soul will continue to dissipate."

"But if you don't refine my blood..."

Seeing Qian Linglong's actions, Mo Qingyun looked nervous and prepared to persuade Qian Linglong.

But before Mo Qingyun could finish his words, Qian Linglong raised his hand and interrupted him.

After interrupting Mo Qingyun's words, Qian Linglong showed a playful look on his face, smiled at Mo Qingyun, and said, "If you have consumed too much essence and blood, it will affect your future cultivation talent and make it impossible for you to reach the holy realm. Who else can I count on to heal my injuries."

"Okay, I'll listen to you!"

Hearing Qian Linglong say this, Mo Qingyun also distinguished the priorities and couldn't help but clench his fists.

When Mo Qingyun made up his mind to heal Qian Linglong's injuries, his face was a little cold: "Tengchai, Teng lineage, I, Mo Qingyun, swore today that I will kill your lineage with my own hands in the future. The gods block the gods, the immortals block the slaughter the immortals, the Buddhas should be wiped out, and the demons block the demons."

When Mo Qingyun said this, a terrifying murderous intent was derived from his body.

Immediately, Mo Qingyun no longer wasted his time and immediately fell silent in his cultivation.

No matter how much you say, if you don’t have corresponding actions, it is like talking nonsense and talking about it on paper.

(End of this chapter)
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