In Shen Qiqi's imagination, reshaping the body was probably just like her making paper figures, first making the shape, and then injecting spiritual power and magic into it.
It’s just that her paper figures are hand-folded.
This body is reshaped... should it be carved with a knife?
She had seen folk carving craftsmen before. They held jade in one hand and a carving knife in the other. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, they carved out a cute little puppy in just a few strokes.
She was still young at that time, and admired him so much that she even gave up practicing sword skills for a while, and insisted on becoming the craftsman's apprentice. Her father was so angry that he punished her by making her kneel in the ancestral hall for half a day, and asked her to reflect on whether she, as a daughter of a Xuanmen family, should have fallen into such a state.
So Shen Qiqi was very curious about the carving and wanted to see it live, but the vine monster blew his beard and glared at her, saying, "Go away, go away, this is my ancestral secret book, you can't look at it!"
After saying that, the vines around began to wriggle, and one vine after another, as thick as a thumb, flew up and down, you entangled me and I hugged you, and in the blink of an eye, a vine house rose in front of them.
Countless green spots of light emerged from the body of Patriarch Teng in the room, gradually condensing into a green scimitar.
Outside the house, Shen Qiqi looked up at the vine wall in front of her, rolled her eyes, and shouted through the wall: "Ancestor, how long will this take you?"
“At the fastest, it may be one day; at the slowest, it may be one year!”
Shen Qiqi: “…”
This answer is equivalent to saying nothing.
Shen Qiqi thought for a moment, then turned and asked Xie Beiming, "How about we go back first?"
The space is with you, you can go back whenever you want, just move your spiritual consciousness.
I don’t know how my sister’s soul is being repaired.
Shen Qiqi thought of her sister and couldn't help but worry. She was worried that her sister's soul could not be repaired as before, and she was also worried whether the vine monster could really help her sister rebuild her body.
Xie Beiming knew what she was thinking. He stretched out his long arms and pulled her into his arms. He gently patted her back and comforted her, "In your last life, your soul was also shattered into a thousand pieces. Even in such a harsh environment like the Ten Thousand Demons Cliff, Qiu Changfeng was able to help you mend your soul. I believe that this time, he will definitely be able to mend your soul as well."
The conditions in this space are many times better than those in Wanmo Cliff.
Xie Beiming raised his eyes again, glanced at the vine wall in front of him, and continued to comfort Shen Qiqi: "As for Patriarch Teng, you don't have to worry about it. Since he dared to take out such a blood contract, it means that he is absolutely sure."
The so-called blood contract is equivalent to an oath to the inner demon. If the contents of the contract cannot be completed, the inner demon will retaliate.
Anyone who embarks on the path of spiritual practice, whether it is a human, a demon or an animal, has a common natural enemy: the inner demon.
Therefore, the cooperation contract that Shen Qiqi and Patriarch Teng just signed was basically equivalent to a life and death agreement.
Shen Qiqi was also confused by the situation, but now that Xie Beiming had helped her clarify it, her uneasy heart finally settled down a little, and she breathed a sigh of relief temporarily.
However, Qiu Changfeng in the space breathed a sigh of relief.
Miss Shen's desire to die was so strong that she not only shattered her soul into thousands of pieces, but she even exiled herself, extremely resisting being repaired.
Qiu Changfeng finally managed to restore some vitality to his soul, but the obsession left by Miss Shen before her death immediately suppressed that little bit of vitality.
This is like pouring water into a funnel. Even if you have a sea of water reserves, you will never be able to fill the funnel.
What's more, Qiu Changfeng doesn't have that much reserves.
He had just been reborn, his golden elixir was shattered, and his cultivation was destroyed. Even though he had the cultivation experience of his previous life and the external force of the space provided by Shen Qiqi, time was running out. It was impossible for him to restore his cultivation to the peak of his previous life in such a short time.
After trying twice in a row, Qiu Changfeng finally couldn't hold on any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Qingluo and Yinqiao, who were guarding him, were startled. Qingluo was so nervous that she was shaking. She helped him up and said anxiously, "Master Qiu, you can't keep going on like this day and night. You should stop and rest for a while!"
For Qingluo, Qiu Changfeng is now her only hope, and she is the one who is most afraid of what will happen to Qiu Changfeng.
Because whether the eldest girl's soul can be repaired depends entirely on Qiu Changfeng.
Qiu Changfeng naturally knew that he couldn't get into trouble.
If something happens to him, Ning'er might not be able to come back.
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