Why don't you give me clothes?
The sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and lightning flashed continuously. The sky instantly turned into a black curtain. The inky clouds surged like boiling iron, and countless purple electric lights roamed wildly in the gaps between the clouds. Suddenly, a deafening thunder exploded, and the whole world trembled, as if the angry roar of heaven was about to tear apart the space.
The first thunderbolt struck down like a huge silver axe, carrying the power to destroy the world. The air was distorted and space collapsed wherever it passed, leaving a charred mark in the void, and it struck directly on the back of the old man Qingyi.
The old man bit his lips tightly, and his lower lip bled. His body trembled slightly with the arrival of the thunder tribulation. He was in unbearable pain, but he did not make a sound and endured the thunder tribulation.
Then, the second and third lightning bolts came together, forming a crisscrossing lightning network.
Blood was oozing from the old man's mouth. He was struck by lightning and was forced to fall forward. His hands were rubbed on the rough ground, leaving blood marks. He rubbed the ground and his palms were bleeding.
The air was filled with a pungent smell of burning and strong fluctuations of spiritual power. Flesh and blood seemed to be intertwined with spiritual power, blending and entangled. Amidst flashes of lightning, the entire world fell into chaos and madness. The elders in mid-air, against the backdrop of light and darkness, looked like demons judging sin.
"Master!" Their calmness contrasted with the sharp roar of the master, making them seem even more terrifying.
Until the ten thunder punishments ended, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sky became bright again.
It's as if nothing happened,
The old man's back was already covered in blood. He swallowed the thick and bloody saliva, his consciousness became dizzy, and he could no longer hold on and fell to the ground.
He covered his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered everywhere.
"Master! Brother! Brother!" He was stopped by his disciples and cried loudly as he watched the old man being punished.
But he was powerless, he was too weak. After so many years in Wuqing Mountain, he couldn't even beat the disciples who were studying there. He could only watch the old man Qingyi suffer for no reason.
"elder brother!"
The sect leader looked serious and waved his hand to signal the two disciples to let go.
"elder brother!"
He rushed in quickly, tripped twice in his haste before he climbed onto the platform, fell to his knees, slipped and broke his knees, and stood next to the old man Yu Qingyi. He picked up the disheveled man and held him in his arms. His back was struck by lightning, and there was not even a single piece of good flesh to be seen. It was covered with bloodstains. He turned him over. The old man's eyes were half open, and his mouth was full of blood. He looked so miserable. He didn't even dare to touch him hard.
"Brother, don't die, wake up..." He grabbed the old man's shoulders and tried to carry him on his back, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Don't die, Master, brother... wuwu... I will take you home, back to Wuqing Mountain..."
"If I don't die, what's the point of dying..." The old man used his legs to hold onto Xi's back and leaned against him. Xi raised his arms and hugged his legs tightly, "Master, hold me tighter."
"Well, I'll hold you tight." The old man leaned on his back and weakly hugged his neck.
"You sound so weak." He couldn't imagine how Wuqing Mountain had been bustling just a few days ago, with everyone gathering to eat hot pot and chat. Everything was so joyful, but now one person was dead and two were injured. Wuqing Mountain was empty like a desolate place, with only him left. "Don't die here. There are only annoying people here. I'll take you back to Wuqing Mountain."
"What harsh words! Why would I die for no reason..." the old man consoled him. "I haven't fulfilled my promise to take you to the human world yet. Didn't Leng Can say there are many interesting places in the human world? Let's go together when the time comes. I have to... cough cough..."
"Stop talking." Xi cried as she carried him on her back and walked down the stage without looking back. The elders sitting on the stage just looked at the two lonely people, and no one wanted to go up and help.
The sect leader rubbed his brows and said in annoyance, "Everyone knows the severity of the thunder punishment. Now that the punishment has been completed, let's not hold Qingyi responsible anymore. This matter is over. If anyone in the Immortal Mountain brings up this matter again, I will ask them to question me. We will have a meeting in the hall in an hour. Let's take a short break. No one can be left behind except Qingyi."
The elders all lowered their heads, not daring to object, "Yes."
The clan leader shook his head helplessly, and turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared from the main seat.
"You're too thin, huh? You should eat more."
"I've gained a lot of weight recently, and I feel like I've grown taller." Yi carried him on his back, flying through the air on his sword. The old man hadn't taught him how to use his spiritual power to teleport directly to his destination, so he could only fly the sword as he moved a hundred meters at a time. Yi sobbed, "Master, I'll take you back. We'll take good care of our bodies."
"Yeah." The old man had no more strength left and rested his chin on his shoulder, "Leng Can, it's time to come back."
Inside the ice room at this moment,
Leng Can's human form can already be seen on the puppet.
Cong Mo was sweating profusely, her mouth was dry, and she closed her eyes tightly. Dozens of gray talismans had fallen between her and the puppet.
From between Cong Mo's eyebrows, spiritual power rushed out, penetrated the talisman, and was injected into the puppet.
When the magic process was halfway through, the spiritual power in Cong Mo's body was almost exhausted and was transferred to the puppet to shape its body.
If she relied on her original spiritual power, helping Leng Can to reshape his body would make her sleep for half a year at most, which would not harm her roots and meridians. However, she had consumed too much spiritual power in the past few days, and her mind was disturbed by her love affair. She was unable to cultivate her spiritual power calmly in a short period of time, so that her spiritual power could not be extended infinitely.
Cong Mo took a deep breath, and conjured two talismans between the two people. Then he crossed his hands in front of his chest and pressed hard on his chest without hesitation.
"Uh..." Bitterness surged up from the chest and gradually evolved into the smell of blood, pouring into the throat and overflowing from the corners of the mouth. Blood gushed out and dripped down the chin onto the clothes, staining a patch the size of a flower. Cong Mo closed his eyes tightly and bit his lips hard.
She shattered the spiritual veins in her body and stimulated the most basic spiritual power remaining in her bone marrow to keep her body alive.
This is something she has had since birth, something that ordinary people don't have. It was given to her by her parents, no, it was obtained by her parents in exchange with the way of heaven. It is a natural spiritual power.
The spiritual power required for body shaping is neither too much nor too little. She cannot guarantee that the spiritual power in her body can support Leng Can to wake up, so she has to make this decision.
Mei's spiritual power immediately surged and was input into the puppet's body along the direction of the talisman.
Cong Mo felt vaguely uneasy.
She clenched her teeth, biting her lips until they bled, and tried hard to suppress her voice, but the pain caused by the broken spiritual vein was still unbearable for her, and her whole face was twisted and wrinkled in pain.
It hurts so much.
How can it hurt so much?
Cong Mo slowly opened his eyes and watched Leng Can's clean face gradually recover.
When Xiaocan fell into the lava, he must have felt a hundred times more pain than her.
She shouldn't have... failed to protect him.
She thought of Qinggen Congmo's words.
"Weak spot... cough..."
Is Xiaocan her weak spot?
Won't…
Weaknesses and the like are excuses that only the weak will make for their own failures.
And she is strong.
Cong Mo swallowed the bloody smell in his mouth, opened his left palm, drew the spiritual power directly from his chest, held it in his palm, and injected it into the puppet in another direction to speed up the process.
I don't know how much time has passed,
Leng Can's figure is attached to the puppet and already has the appearance of a human body. The puppet is almost invisible. He is just one step away from having the body successfully shaped. Then Leng Can's soul will have something to rely on to survive in this world.
Cong Mo felt weak and sore all over, and the spiritual power that could be drawn out of his body became increasingly scarce, as if his whole body had been sucked dry.
"Xiaocan... wake up, um, wake up..." Cong Mo said with difficulty, calling him.
If Xiaocan can wake up, it means success is imminent.
"Xiaocan, Xiaocan..."
"Wake up...Leng Can!"
"Leng Can!"
After calling for a long time, Leng Can just raised his eyelids slightly, as if he was waking up, but did not make any other movements.
"Why...it's still not enough..." Mei Li's spiritual power had dried up, Cong Mo looked painful and spoke angrily.
He clenched his fists, and blue veins popped up on the inside of his arms, winding upward to his palms. He opened his hands, and the spirit ball that ignited was the last bit of spiritual power in his body.
"It's okay." Cong Mo released his spiritual power into his body. "If you don't wake up, you can still use my natural body."
"Um..."
The aura disappeared, and the space suddenly became quiet. Time dragged on, moving forward slowly second by second. The beads of sweat accumulated on the cheeks fell down in large drops, hitting the stone surface.
"Hiss..." Cong Mo covered her chest with her hands. The emptiness in her body was gnawing at her bones, as if only an empty shell was left, and all the flesh and blood inside had been sucked away. She took a deep breath, supported herself with her arms on the stone, and was about to fall down.
Why...it still doesn't work...
No, she could also sacrifice herself, her body...
"Xiao Mo..."
Above her head, a voice pulled her back from her endless reverie.
Cong Mo raised her head in disbelief, and saw Leng Can smiling at her with his beautiful eyes open, charming and charming.
"Xiaocan..."
At this moment, what was missing in her body seemed to be reborn in an instant. She no longer felt pain and emptiness. The numbness in her heart was cured and she learned to tremble.
Because of Leng Can's smile, she experienced for the first time what it felt like for flesh and blood to grow wildly.
Leng Can quickly caught her, put his arm around her waist, and rubbed his chin on the top of her head. "Yes, it's me, Xiaomo, it's me, Leng Can, the cold Leng, the brilliant Can."
"We finally meet." Leng Can shed a few tears as he spoke, "Finally, I can hug you for real."
"Yeah." Cong Mo pressed against his chest, feeling the slow and powerful beating of his heart.
"Wait..." Leng Can suddenly realized a problem, grabbed her arm, and pushed her to wake up.
"What's wrong?" Cong Mo looked at him in confusion.
Leng Can blinked, looked at her, then looked down at himself.
Cong Mo subconsciously followed his gaze and looked down.
"Um... a little..."
"Ahh..." Leng Can tumbled off the stone bed, but fell down again in his haste. "Why, why don't you let me put on clothes?"
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