Dijun's black moonlight is back

There is a dojo outside Tianmen Pass, where many disciples practice sword practice. Lingyu walked through the middle and walked out of the stone gate.

This is where Fushuang entered the closed door back then, and the person who entered this door today is Ling Yu.

Chips and dust fell from the heavy stone door, and then the two immovable stones retreated to the sides.

There was cloud and mist inside the door, making it difficult for people outside the door to see clearly what was going on inside.

Ling Yu stepped over the steps and walked in, and the stone door closed again.

After passing through the clouds and mist, there is another platform, but this is more like a disc hanging in the sky.

Wen Jingchan sat cross-legged in the middle of the Taoist platform, and next to him sat an old man with white hair.

Ling Yu stepped on the floating ladder in the clouds and walked over. If she lowered her head, she could still see cranes and birds flying under her feet.

Wen Jingchan closed his eyes and looked like he was in meditation.

Sitting next to him is Taiyi Qingwei's real master Xiyan.

Ling Yu didn't have much impression of this old man. When she was in Jinsha Relics, she belonged to the disciples of the outer sect who couldn't be outer sect.

The number of times I have seen elders of this level is really very few.

But what he didn't expect was that Daoist Xiyan had an impression of her.

"You are Lingyu." Daoist Xiyan said.

Ling Yu didn't really care how he knew her name, she was just curious about what happened to Wen Jingchan.

"What is he doing?" Ling Yu asked.

Speaking of practice, how could Wen Jingchan carelessly go to other people's territory to practice.

"My little friend was slightly ill yesterday," Master Xiyan said, "The Master borrowed the spiritual veins of Qingcheng Mountain to save you."

Yes, I need to use my spiritual veins, and I am still slightly ailing.

"Why didn't he wake up?" Ling Yu asked.

"The spirit root leaves the body and returns to the body, and the consumption is extremely great," said Zhenren Xiyan. "The true king is injured, and he needs to protect you from hurting the sea of ​​​​spiritual consciousness, so that's why it is so."

Injured?Ling Yu couldn't remember when he was injured or injured during this journey.

After getting the spirit root yesterday, she was quickly drawn into a dream, and she had no idea what happened afterwards.

When Master Xiyan said this, she became a little curious.

"Can I take a look?" Ling Yu asked.

Master Xiyan didn't know what she wanted to see, and he also felt a little strange. This was a matter between their master and apprentice, so why should he ask an outsider.

Before he could answer, Ling Yu stretched out a finger and touched the seal between Wen Jingchan's eyebrows.

She wants to see Wen Jing Zen memory.

In an instant, Lingyu returned to the world that was split apart by Chunshan's smile, and saw the scene of yesterday.

The spiritual roots penetrated into her body, and the fusion process between her body and this spine was not very long, but the problem was that her strength was very unstable.

The originally stable Tiancai Pearl in the sea of ​​consciousness also became turbulent, and the spilled spiritual power turned into countless sharp blades and flew everywhere.

After the surrounding rocks were hit, they continued to shatter and roll down.

Wen Jingchan passed through the bright light and the blade, and barely approached the wandering Ling Yu.

The spiritual power she saw turned into small and sharp blades, which passed through Wen Jingchan's body.

He was wearing light sea blue today, blood gushed out, and blood flowers bloomed on his clothes in an instant.

Hongmeng Liangyi flew out from his sea of ​​consciousness and turned into a gauze-like curtain to cover Ling Yu.

He cast a magic spell to gather the spiritual power that was flying around randomly and lead it back into Ling Yu's body.

After doing this, he looked down at the wound on his body.

Seeing that her aura had finally calmed down, Ling Yu immediately fell from the air.

She couldn't help shouting: "Hey!"

Wen Jingchan's reaction was faster than hers, he flew over to catch Ling Yu, and then checked her breath.

Ling Yu's heart, which was afraid of being planted and gnawed by dogs, also fell.

Maybe it was a little uneasy, after Wen Jingchan thought for a while, she directly appeared in Tianmenguan with Lingyu.

Master Xiyan was about to retreat, but the sudden appearance of these two people really startled him.

But after seeing clearly the person Wen Jingchan was holding, he was stunned.

"Lingyu?" Master Xiyan recognized her.

Wen Jingchan was obviously a little surprised: "The real person knows my apprentice?"

Since Fushuang's death, Master Xiyan, no matter how difficult it is to improve his cultivation, all the demons he has born are all because of the person in Wen Jing's arms at this time.

But he didn't know how to tell Wen Jingchan, so he could only shake his head: "Some karma is not worth mentioning."

Wen Jingchan doesn't have so much time to care about other things at the moment, he has his own purpose: "I am from Mingjing Mountain, and my name is Wenyu."

Daoist Xiyan bowed to him immediately: "True Monarch Wuyang."

"There's no need to be too polite," Wen Jingchan said, "I'm here today for something important, and I want to borrow your noble lineage."

Daoist Xiyan took a step back: "The spiritual vein is at the feet of Zhenjun."

Wen Jingchan didn't say much, put down the spirit feather and sat cross-legged next to her.

The formations lit up one by one with his luck, and the abundant power in the spiritual vein was pulled out of the cocoon, pulled out from the ground, and poured into Lingyu's sea of ​​consciousness.

Seeing this scene, Master Xiyan also understood. It turned out that her spiritual root left her body for some reason and returned to its original place.

The changes made the blood in her meridians roar like mountains and tsunami, and the sea of ​​consciousness was also constantly collided with spiritual power.

Daoist Xiyan also put his whisk in his arms and sat down to protect the two of them.

I don't know how long it has passed, maybe an hour, maybe two hours.

The blood on Wen Jingchan's body was still gushing out, but he didn't care about it.

When the moon appeared above Tianmenguan, he finally opened his eyes.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, so I missed some disciples," Wen Jingchan said, "Send my disciples to rest."

Master Xiyan replied: "That's natural, but your injury, Zhenjun..."

Wen Jingchan lowered his eyes: "I still need to use the spiritual vein again, I don't know if it will disturb the real person."

The spirit vein is constantly creating spirit energy day and night, as long as Wen Jingchan doesn't cut it into pieces, it doesn't matter how much it is used.

"True Monarch, take this first." Daoist Xiyan took out a pill and gave it to Wen Jingchan.

"It's not as good as the wound medicine that Zhenjun usually uses," Xiyan said, "at least it can stop the bleeding."

Wen Jingchan took the pill and took it: "Thank you, Master."

"True Monarch, don't worry about healing your wounds," Daoist Xiyan said, "I'll be here to protect the True Monarch."

Wen Jingchan turned her head to look at Xiyan, and found that there seemed to be a ray of black air in his seal.

When Master Xiyan saw that Wen Jingchan noticed it, he had no choice but to bow his head with a little shame: "It's all karma."

"The real demon," Wen Jingchan said, "is probably related to my apprentice."

There was no doubt in his tone, but full affirmation.

"Yes," Daoist Xiyan admitted generously, and then continued, "Now that I can help you two, master and apprentice, maybe the gods have mercy on me, so that I can make up for the mistakes of the past when I am old."

"If you don't talk about this, it's important for Zhenjun to heal his injuries first."