The hoarse voice was smooth and soft, drifting away in the wind.
At the same time, the endless gray fog in the cold bamboo sea suddenly rolled like the sea.
The towering sacred tree was surging with divine waves, and a dazzling light flashed by. The young man who was sitting under the tree and whose face could not be seen clearly suddenly opened his eyes.
He slashed the air with his slender fingertips, and a space crack suddenly appeared. A shabby puppet the size of a palm fell out of it.
The young man's usually calm eyes were unusually solemn. He ran his fingertips across the doll's cracked profile and immediately sensed a faint trace of sadness.
Is she...sad?
How sad does one have to be to be able to convey emotions through a damaged medium?
What happened to her?
Did another so-called "patient" pass away? Or...did she die?
The young man pursed his lips and quickly cut open the surface of the puppet, pulling out crystal clear silk threads from it. Finally, relying on that vague sense, he pulled out one of the thousands of silk threads.
As soon as the thread separated from the puppet, it immediately turned blood red, and the sensation became clearer at this moment.
The young man pointed a finger at his brow, condensing a point of extreme verdancy, which was about to fall on the red line.
But at this moment, the sensation disappeared.
The young man did not hesitate. With a thought, the green spirit flew out of his fingers and merged into the red line.
The red line was wrapped in the lush green moisture and immediately grew a circle larger, bright red and tempting.
But that’s all.
The young man frowned, his expression stern, and repeatedly fiddled with the red thread in his hand, but he was unable to stimulate that trace of sensation.
As time went by, the irritation between his brows gradually grew, and a dark evil thought faintly emerged in his green heart.
"Master! Leng Zhuhai is unstable, what's wrong with you?"
Yuan Mo's voice suddenly entered his sea of consciousness, and the young man suddenly woke up. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the black evil thoughts in his heart were instantly killed.
Outside, Lengzhuhai returned to calm.
"No problem."
Hearing his master's response, Yuan Mo felt relieved and buried his head again to sleep.
Under the tree.
The young man's eyes regained clarity. He stared at the red thread for a moment, then carefully wrapped it around his wrist.
After more than a hundred years, the puppet regained its sense of regeneration.
If she fell, it would be last time.
Was this... a reincarnation? Or did he encounter something tragic after reincarnation?
If so, she probably doesn't remember herself.
However, his temperament was still the same as in his previous life, and his mental fluctuations were always short-lived, as if it was not him but her who had entered the realm of heaven.
Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on the young man's lips, but there was also a hint of dark bitterness mixed in it.
It’s always a good thing to still be able to sense it after reincarnation.
Even if she doesn't remember herself, she is still herself...
His thoughts gradually faded into chaos, and the young man closed his eyes again. A verdant divine light descended from behind him, and his cultivation gradually improved. However, a strand of it was deliberately separated and merged into the red line, disappearing.
…
"Master, please leave quickly."
Looking into the city, the voice of the formation spirit rang out from within his sea of consciousness, "The resentment within the city has already reached its peak, and will soon transform into a bitterly cold land, frozen for a hundred years. Only those in the Core Formation Stage can endure this.
Master, you killed so many people today, and the freezing speed has increased a lot. If you don't leave now, it will be too late."
Xiang Sheng nodded lightly and piled the last handful of snow on top of the snow mound. Her heart knot was relieved and she stood up and walked away without looking back.
Gradually walking away and becoming silent.
The way down the mountain was unusually quiet compared to the previous one. Xiang Sheng covered his mouth and coughed softly, then walked down the mountain wall slowly, step by step.
Taking advantage of her free time, she sensed the injuries in her body and discovered that more than 30% of her meridians were broken and all the true energy in her body had dissipated. She was unable to practice for the time being.
Other minor injuries can be ignored for now. The wound on the back scraped the lung meridian, causing him to cough up blood and cough constantly.
Fortunately, he won’t die for the time being.
When they reached the lower half of the mountain road, the temperature gradually rose. She took out a box full of snowflakes and dragged it behind her.
Before long, the snowflakes in the box melted into snow water, which was also rootless water.
After filling up half the box with water, she simply put the box into the blood ring and soaked it in the "Deceiving Heaven" formation.
This is also a helpless move.
Normally, a storage ring requires true energy to open. Now that she has exhausted all her true energy, she cannot open it, and naturally, she cannot get the healing pills in the storage ring.
The blood ring's thoughts and true energy can all be controlled. Although it can be opened, the healing pills inside have been consumed long ago.
There is no spiritual energy in the ring space.
Xiang Sheng estimated that what was brewed out was probably not Yuanquan, but it could at least have some healing effect, which was better than nothing.
With this thought in mind, she filled several boxes of snow in Xuanwang City. When she reached the foot of the mountain and was about to take them out to melt in the sun, the light in front of her eyes suddenly dimmed.
Her face changed slightly, and she looked up suddenly, and immediately saw Shu Gaoming falling from the sky with a smiling face.
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