How can one become an immortal if one is so lazy?

"Is that it?"

This thought flashed through Tulou's mind, and he struggled to turn over, at least not to die in such a humiliating position...

only……

A revolving door of scenes flashed through his mind, and Tulou realized that he really didn't have the strength to turn over, so he forced a smile and died facing the earth, that would be fine...

"..."

"..."

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Death has yet to come.

Tulou was confused. He looked at Yao Qingkong out of the corner of his eye, only to find that the other person had one foot raised, with various complicated expressions on his face.

One moment he is painful and guilty, the other moment he is cold and heartless, and the next moment he is... uh, decadent?

In just ten seconds, Yao Qingkong's face switched to various expressions, black and red spiritual energy surged, and suddenly her body froze, and her face returned to the cold... er, dead fish eyes.

"Weird."

Hong Li looked at the soul of this body through the sight of the demon shadow, but was surprised to find that the soul of this body was originally fighting with a group of purple mist, like a snipe and a clam, but instead became less resistant to the invasion of the demon shadow. smaller.

Ignore them for now...

Hong Li controlled the demon shadow to shake her head, then lowered her head in confusion, and then she saw "himself" raising a foot and preparing to step on it. Under the foot...

Well, there is a person under my feet, and he looks a bit familiar...

Hong Li narrowed her eyes and widened them suddenly.

"My grass, my grass, my grass..."

This is not, this is not that, that so and so!

That’s right, it’s the earth elder Tulou from her Five Elements Sect!

Although his face is now covered in blood, he is still wearing the Five Elements Sect elders’ standard uniform!

Hongli has a set of disciples and a set of sect masters. They are similar in style to the "elder set". You will never mistake them!

Hong Li was so frightened that she quickly moved her feet away, staggered, her center of gravity was unstable, and she lay on the ground beautifully.

"Paji"

"Hmm... I don't have as much control experience as Hei Yang... I still need to practice..."

Yao Qingkong, controlled by Hongli, raised his head from the ground, rubbed his head with a speechless expression, and then saw a big confused face not far in front of him.

"Ah this..."

Yao Qingkong tilted his head.

"Well……"

Tulou blinked, what was he doing? Wasn't he trying to kill him? Why did he fall?

(Oh ho, I’ve always wanted to see this expression on your face, this expression of jealousy on me...)

Chapter 247 My name is Tulou. I am a high school detective. I will run out of energy in three minutes.

"you……"

Tulou looked indignant, and a large amount of black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth: "Kill if you want, do you want to humiliate me again?"

"Ah, this, no, no, that..."

Yao Qingkong quickly got up from the ground and waved his hands with an embarrassed look on his face: "Don't die, wait a minute, let me think of a solution."

"Want...to figure out how to use me again?"

Tulou sneered: "Don't even think about it, I would rather die than..."

"No, please, don't die!"

Yao Qingkong's eyes widened with helplessness on his face: "If you die, there will be a big problem!"

"Oh, do you know you're afraid now?"

Tulou showed a relieved expression and sneered angrily: "It's too late, you won't live long after I die, hahaha!"

"Fuck, you, why are you still cursing people?"

Yao Qing's head popped up with a tic-tac-toe: "I said, don't die!"

"I won't die if you don't let me die?"

Tulou snorted: "I want to die!"

"What the hell..."

Yao Qingkong took a deep breath: "Don't die!"

"No, I'm going to die!"

"Don't die!"

"I'll die!"

Yao Qingkong: "..."

Elder Tu: "..."

"Forget it, anyway, with you like this, it's not up to you whether you live or die."

Yao Qingkong sighed, moved his fingers, and a few drops of black blood floated up in his spiritual power.

She frowned and looked at the black blood in front of her eyes, nodded thoughtfully, took out the storage bag she was carrying, opened it and rummaged through something.

"I hope there is something useful here, otherwise, I won't be able to get through for a while, and then I will have to try to stuff you into the other side..."

Yao Qingkong murmured in a low voice, and the knowledge about medicinal herbs and alchemy was rapidly moving in his mind, exploring the bottles and jars among them.

"Uh... uh..."

Tulou closed his eyes and his breathing became weaker and weaker.

Although he didn't know what Yao Qingkong's plot was, he suddenly didn't want to kill him with his own hands.

But even so, the toxins in his body doomed him not to live long.

The spiritual power in his body was not even enough to support him to continue leaving messages, so he could only lie here, waiting for death to come.

The revolving door continues to flash...

Uh, where did you flash to just now?

Tulou's thoughts gradually became confused and his pupils gradually became dilated.

"Well, ah..."

Yao Qingkong was frowning and flipping through bottles and jars, identifying various drugs and their properties, thinking about whether they could be used for detoxification, when he accidentally glanced at Tulou out of the corner of his eye, and was instantly startled.

She seemed to have vaguely seen Tulou's soul just now?

The other person's face is peaceful, and it seems that there are no unfulfilled wishes or resentments. Let go of everything, and the halo of light gradually rises above your head, and you will merge into nature...

"Fuck! You're such a ghost!"

Yao Qingkong's eyelids twitched as he condensed his spiritual power into needles and stabbed them at the acupuncture points on Tulou's head and heart!

(Dangerous actions, please do not imitate (fog)

The latter's eyes widened suddenly, and before his soul could react, he was pulled back again, and the light circle was pulled away.

Tulou's peaceful expression suddenly became uneasy, and the breath he swallowed was spit out again. He was forcibly blessed with a temporary blood lock buff, and his blood bar turned gray, and his life was extended for a few more minutes.

"Hu..."

Yao Qingkong let out a long breath, and didn't care about the best combination of medicines. The bottles and jars around him that were supported by spiritual power automatically unscrewed the stoppers, and they were selected and mixed and added together according to a certain ratio.

She didn't care whether the effect of the medicine would be too strong or leave any sequelae. She saved the person first, and if there were any omissions, she would wait until later to recuperate.

"Hmm..."

Multiple drugs were crushed and purified with spiritual power, and then condensed into clear water, poured into a small transparent bottle, and the bottle stopper was plugged...

"Not enough..."

Yao Qingkong frowned and looked at the mixed liquid medicine in the bottle. After thinking about it, he held it tightly with his hands and threw it randomly (crossed out), using superb and unique skills to accelerate the fusion of the liquid medicine!

"Uh ah..."

The dying Tulou groaned meaninglessly. He said he would not live for more than a few minutes, but these few minutes were as strong as Ultraman's three minutes.

Although he inhaled more and exhaled less, he was still strong and alive!

Yao Qingkong frowned and looked at the liquid medicine, opened the bottle stopper, fanned it, and felt that it was about the same. Without much hesitation, the spiritual power lifted Tulou's head and poured it into his mouth.

Tulou was confused and thought Yao Qingkong was pouring corpse-dissolving water into his mouth...

The last time someone was poured medicine in this posture was a high school student detective.

However, Tulou did not rejuvenate, and still looked like a middle-aged man of several hundred years old. He just trembled in his throat, and suddenly opened his mouth with a "wow", and vomited streams of black blood on the spot.

The amount of blood was like a water pump, and the internal organs were vaguely visible. It seemed that the poison was effective. Cough cough...

Yao Qingkong was not harming him. This wave helped him to expel the toxins in his body. Without the inhibition of toxins, Tulou, who was already in the Nascent Soul stage, could heal himself and recover blood.

However, in the blink of an eye, Tulou vomited several liters of blood, which made people sigh that the hematopoietic ability of cultivators was really strong.

Although he vomited so much blood, from Yao Qingkong's perspective, the more Tulou vomited blood, the more ruddy his face became, and his internal energy gradually increased.

As he continued to vomit blood, the opponent's momentum continued to rise. If he vomited a few more liters, he might become an immortal on the spot, but it was a pity that he couldn't vomit...

After a long time, Tulou gradually recovered. Although his injuries were still serious, he could at least support himself to get up and sit on the ground.

"Why did you spare my life?"

Tulou looked up at Yao Qingkong with an unpleasant expression, and asked in a deep voice: "Do you want to use me to achieve your ulterior motive?"

"Ah..."

Yao Qingkong raised his eyebrows, crossed his hands and put them on his chest, closed his eyes, smiled mercifully, and a faint holy light appeared behind him.

"If I say that I am actually a soft-hearted saint who can't bear to see people suffer, do you believe it?"

"I don't believe you!"

Tulou gritted his teeth and refuted without hesitation.

"Ah..."

Yao Qingkong's smile disappeared instantly, he opened his eyes and put down his hands, and looked down at Tulou with an expressionless face: "Then it's okay."

After a pause, Yao Qingkong showed dead fish eyes and looked at Tulou speechlessly.

"I say, what's wrong with you? You've become like this after not seeing you for a few days, and you almost died again...

It's not long since I saved you last time...

Sure enough, I said that practitioners are high-risk professions..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? When did you save me again? Last time was clearly..."

Tulou was stunned before he finished speaking. Looking at the pair of dead fish eyes in front of him, his brain crashed again.

"Then, then, that, could it be..."

Tulou stuttered, looking at the expressionless Yao Qingkong with an unbelievable face: "Sect, Sect Master, Xiaoli?! No, no way?"

"Hmm."

Yao Qingkong snorted: "Did you finally find it?"

"Could it be..."

Tulou's pupils directly exploded the universe, the origin of the world, and the replay of the wind, water, and fire of the earth...

"That's right."

Yao Qingkong nodded gently and smiled: "It's just what you think."