Astonishing Spiritual Master: The Fifth Daughter

"As long as you can withstand this last blow, I will let you confirm it yourself."

"OK." Chu Ling's phantom hand was used quietly.

Qiu Qianhe slightly narrowed Feng's eyes. She didn't like the woman's firm and unyielding eyes.

"If you die, you can't blame yourself."

With that, Qiu Qianhe's palm shows a red halo. The air is rapidly concentrated. It's suffocating. Just standing there makes people feel scared. If he hits him, he will die in an instant.

"Bang!!" Chu Ling's body flew tens of meters away and rolled on the ground for several times before she stopped.

But there was no response for half a day.

Feibai, as well as the man in black who slowed down, stared wide, and couldn't bear to wipe it in his expression.

Is she an idiot? Knowing that it is impossible to take the three attacks of the national master, I have to be brave.

Although she wants to see the little Lord, if she dies, not only will she not see the little Lord, but even the little Lord will

Don't you love the little Lord very much? Knowing that Miss Chu can save the young Lord, why do you do such a thing that will kill her?

Looking at Chu Ling who fell in the ruins and had no movement, Qiu Qianhe sneered. Now you know xuan'er's pain?

I will think of other ways to save xuan'er. Even without you, I will cure xuan'er.

"Send her to the foot of Jinlin mountain." Qiu Qianhe shook his long sleeves, turned gracefully and raised his feet to leave.

"Wait a minute."

If there is no sound behind the fly, the pupils of the three people present will open wide in an instant.

Qiu Qianhe suddenly turned around and saw Chu Ling slowly stand up from the ruins. Her eyes were unbelievable.

Her last blow used 80% of her spiritual power. Chu Ling could not stand up again, but she... How did she do it?

Feibai and ran were also shocked. If that blow hit them, they must have died.

Why can Chu Ling stand up? Is she a monster?

"Now... Can I... See... Xuan Mo Bai?"

Although it was far away, Qiu Qianhe could feel it. Chu Ling's firm eyes stared at her without blinking.

"Hum, whatever you want." Qiu Qianhe's chest is dull and he strides away with a overcast face.

Until Qiu Qianhe disappeared into the night, Chu Ling softened and fell down again.

"Miss Chu." Feibai dodged in front of her and caught her body.

Under the pure radiance, her beautiful face was frighteningly white.

"It's all right. I'll have a rest first." Chu Ling raised her pale mouth, sat cross legged, ate a healing pill, and began to regulate her breath.

Qiu Qianhe didn't want to kill her, but even so, if he took the last blow, he would die.

Fortunately, she blocked most of the attacks with the secret sound piano in time, so she could barely stand up.

Chu Ling's face was a little better under the action of the secret sound piano.

Chuling slowly breathed out. When she opened her eyes, she saw an enlarged face in front of her, and her conditioned reflex punched her.

"Ah!" Feibai was caught off guard by a blow. He covered his face and complained, "Miss Chu, why do you hit people as soon as you open your eyes?"

"Who made you so close to me? You should be glad I don't have a knife. " Or he'll die.

Feibai knew he was wrong and didn't say anything. He helped Chu Ling into the National Teacher's house and stopped in front of a door after a long walk.

"The little Lord is inside."

"Thank you." Chu Ling looked up at the plaque on the door, and the three characters "Temple of the Holy Spirit" looked extremely dignified.

After feibai left, Chu Ling reached out to open the door and walked in.

As soon as she got inside, the door closed automatically.

The Holy Spirit hall is the forbidden area of the National Teacher's house and the birthplace of the national teacher. Here is the sacred tree, the sacred object of the Holy Spirit empire.

Except for the master, no one is allowed to step into the temple of the Holy Spirit.

The temple of the Holy Spirit is very large and empty. There is nothing superfluous in it.

More than 200 meters away from the door, there was a stone bed on which a man lay.

That man is black and white.

Above the black and white, there was a strong light that shone brightly on the whole temple of the Holy Spirit.

Chu Ling walked slowly to the stone bed, and her heart also picked up.

The people on the stone bed were motionless, and even their breathing was very weak, as if they couldn't feel it at all the next second.

Seeing the black ink and white on the bed, Chu Ling tightly pursed her lips and stretched out her hand to explore his pulse.

Just for a moment, Chu Ling's face just had a little blush and completely disappeared.

Why can't you feel his pulse?

Although it is very subtle, he does still breathe. If he breathes, he will have a heartbeat. If he has a heartbeat, he can feel the pulse, even if it is very weak.

But now, she can't feel it at all.

Chu Ling frowned and turned her hand to her black white neck.

She calmed down and listened carefully... Although she was weak, she could feel it.

Chu Ling's tight heart string is a little loose. It seems that the broken muscles and veins of Xuan Mo Bai are not connected well.

It's estimated that this luminous thing above has protected his heart until now.

Chu Ling looked at her low eyes. Her eyes were black and white, her face was pale, and she didn't look lazy at ordinary times.

The closed eyes covered his deep eyes, and the long and warped eyelashes covered his eyes, like a butterfly on the sleeping beauty's cheek.

High bridge of nose, nice thin lips.

On this handsome face with sharp edges and corners like a knife, there is no coldness of strangers, but a bit of softness.

Even at the edge of life and death, it is so charming that it is the most beautiful masterpiece pinched by God.

Chu Ling stretched out her hand to pull him up and let him sit cross legged. Then she sat opposite him.

I wonder if that method is feasible? You'll only know if you try.

Chu Ling grabbed her hands and lifted her black and white hands. With a stroke of her fingernails, his palm broke.

Then she cut her hand and closed it with her palms, and began to operate the mixed force in her body to deliver blood and mixed force to him at the same time.

Her forehead lit up, and the secret organ appeared, hanging in the sky, bright and dark.

Chu Ling led her blood to the place where the black ink and white muscles and veins were broken, and then recovered with mixed force.

With the passage of time, Chu Ling's face was as pale as paper again, and the sweat on her temples fell drop by drop.

When the last muscle in xuanmo Bai's body was restored, Chu Ling stopped running hunli, but suddenly found... She couldn't stop.

What's going on? Chu Ling tried several times. Not only could she not stop, she couldn't even put her hand down.

The thing on xuanmo Bai's head suddenly lit up, and Chu Ling couldn't open her eyes because of the light.

Gradually, Chu Ling became weaker and weaker. She narrowed her eyes and looked at the black ink and white around her.

Why is that? He is like a sucker, sucking not only her mixed power, but also her vitality.

It's so cold, the soul power is exhausted, and there is too much blood loss... It's no longer possible.

Chu Ling curled her lips with a sad smile. You stopped me from being punished. Now I'm going to give my life back to you?

The price is a little big!

Chu Ling, who was already hurt, finally couldn't hold on and fell down.

When she was about to faint, she felt that someone rushed in at a very fast speed to separate them. Before she could see the person, she fell into a warm arms