Chapter 15

After thinking about this, she took out a simple medicine box from the spiritual object space in the wrist bracelet and selected several medicine bottles with dark powder. Pour these extremely strong medicinal powder into the spirit bowl which is also taken out from the spirit object space according to the proportion. Take half a bowl of Heilu liquid, mix the five kinds of powder and Heilu liquid, dip them on your fingers, and apply them on your face carefully and evenly. At first, it was like the black mud painted deliberately. It seemed very strange, but after a while, the moisture in the black mud began to be absorbed by the skin on the face. After a while, it was completely integrated with the skin and flesh, as if the natural skin color. Although the scar on the face was not completely covered and disappeared, it became less obvious under the shadow of black mud powder. The dark face in the mirror didn't look good, and even gave off a kind of black spirit that people didn't dare to approach, but at least it didn't scare people to death. Feng Tianyue sealed the rest of the ointment with a sealed medicine bottle and stored it in the spirit space again. Although this special ointment can last for a long time as long as it is smeared once, it is not permanent. As long as the scar on her face that was eaten by the demon soul does not fade for a day, the black mud ointment will always be preserved. The ointment, which contains both herb and white dragon leaf, and other five very strong medicines, although has very magical concealment effect, but contains highly toxic nature, but for the time being, there is no other way. Besides, as long as she practices hard, these toxicity will not cause too much harm to her. After dressing up like this, Feng Tianyue went to tianwu square, which is about to be held in Lingwu conference. Along the road, Shangyao disciples in various kinds of spiritual robes come and go, and 35% of them meet their ears, which is a scene full of vitality. When Feng Tianyue looked around, she found that most of the disciples were wearing snow colored robes, or yellow clothes, red sleeves, or black and green clothes. Looking around, there were only a few purple disciples in the huge tianwu square, and there were still some delicate female disciples. Such a desolate scene makes Feng Tianyue frown. The clan has fallen so far. If you know that she wants to carry forward the purple spirit, I don't know what she will be sad. Looking at the small number of Ziling, she remembered that the inner gate of Ziling had the spiritual skills that could crush all the other schools, but no qualified disciples could give them. Tianhen was sad and lamented every day. She knew how miserable tianhen was. Tianchen is her only living relative in the world. What's more, if he hadn't tried his best to defend himself, when she was eroded by the water of the demon spirit, she would have been executed with all her strength, or suffered more cruel extreme torture in order to destroy the possessed soul. So, even for the only close relatives in the world, she will do her best to save Ziling's decadent situation“ You can't do this. It's a spirit stone we've managed to get. You can't just take it! " Just as Feng Tianyue was determined to move on, a weak female voice argued helplessly“ Pooh! You purple spirit waste deserve to own spirit stone. It's just a tyrannical thing! " Another vicious female voice said arrogantly. Feng Tianyue patrols to see a weak purple spirit disciple who is helpless and gambled on the road by a group of arrogant disciples of other sects.