Chapter 585

Shangxiujie, reclusive Xianzong.

Ji raobu goes to the array and sits aside.

In the center of the array, Hua Duan sits on it, and there is a faint aura around him.

"Let's go."

With Ji Rao's voice falling, Dian Chonghua's whole body's spirit power strikes the acupoint mouth. Every time the path goes up, some meridians will be opened, and the flow of spiritual power will be smoother.

Dian Chonghua also understands that this is a meticulous work. He should be more careful. In case of carelessness, his spiritual roots may be damaged.

"Meditate."

"Concentrate."

"Pay attention to the Earth Spirit in your body."

Ji Rao's faint voice came from the side.

The weakest of the five spirits is tulinggen, so we should pay attention to it when we are promoted.

Ji Rao also releases his mental power and carefully perceives the fluctuation of Dian Chonghua's spiritual power. Once there is a problem, he will correct it as soon as possible.

In the deep night, a disciple who had not woken up rubbed his eyes, peeled off a bush, took off his trousers and began to use the toilet.

In the middle of urination, he suddenly heard some strange sound. His eyes widened a little, and he turned his head to look around carefully while lifting his trousers.

No one.

He was relieved. Just as he was about to turn his head, Dantian suddenly had a pain.

It was like being pierced by life. He felt that he was caught dead by something in his elixir. He didn't even have time to scream, and his whole body dried up like petals in winter.

"Hum." Mu qingti coldly looks at the disciple who has been sucked to the ground. She turns her head and looks at elder yuan beside her, "master."

After absorbing the aura, elder yuan slowly opened his eyes and looked at his hand. "What I'm absorbing now are all disciples of Shan Linggen, and their accomplishments are low. It's just a drop in the bucket. If you want to go further, you have to change some gifted disciples. "

Although he said that, elder yuan is still very satisfied with himself.

"What the master means is..."

Yuan elder narrowed his eyes, "all these days, Ji jiudaytime should also be outside enough."

Mu qingti suddenly realized that she was looking at elder yuan with a malicious smile on her face.

"Cough, cough."

The clear moonlight came down from the woods and made the mountain as bright as the day. Silver covered the thick blood, like a silver shell plated on the blood pool.

Ji jiudaytime is holding a broken sword, kneeling on the ground with one leg, coughing up some blood gas from his mouth, and there are many wounds on his body. It looks terrible, but if you look at them carefully, you will find that they are all skin injuries, not fatal.

Not far away from him is a huge gray wolf corpse. The gray wolf is three people tall. It has a half blade in its eye. The blade goes straight through its skull. Blood gurgles from its eyes. The gray wolf is still alive and twitches unconsciously.

Ji jiudaytime takes out a jade bottle from the storage bag and pours out a pill. The pill is crystal clear and emits the ultimate fragrance of herbs. His hands are full of blood and dust. Ji jiudaytime doesn't feel dirty and swallows it.

He closed his eyes to repair the wound. After a long time, he opened his eyes. He slowly stood up, with a force in his hand. The broken sword inserted in the soil was pulled out by him.

Ji jiudaytime's right leg has a deep visible bone wound, which was caught by the gray wolf's paw. At that time, if he retreated more slowly, his leg would be useless.