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Sitting silently by the pond, Zheng Lin helplessly felt that the witch's aura was getting weaker and weaker, and he had nothing to do. If he still had some cultivation, even if he was only at the second level of understanding, he could help the witch dissolve the potion.
, however at this time, everything is empty talk.
Those potions applied to Her Majesty the Witch's wounds had no effect at all and could not even stop the bleeding.
Originally, he could not tell the functions of the elixirs given to him by Her Highness the Witch. Now that he wanted to use them, he could only use them randomly. As for whether they would work or not, he could only leave it to fate.
Facts have proved that Her Highness the Witch's luck is really not very good, perhaps because she has killed too many people, and God deliberately wants her to pay off her debts at this time.
I want her to wake up again, I want her to be as good as before. At this time, it seems that there is no hope at all.
The river lies deep underground. What's strange is that it's not pitch black. Although the light is weak, it allows Zheng Lin to see everything around him clearly.
However, the bone-piercing chill attacked Zheng Lin like a sword. Although his physical injuries were unharmed, he was weak in energy and blood and in thin clothes. There seemed to be little he could do to face the cold.
"Ahem..."
When Zheng Lin was shivering from the cold, Her Highness the Witch suddenly coughed twice. Zheng Lin looked closely and saw that Her Highness the Witch's eyes were still closed, but some dark purple blood was coughed up from the corner of her mouth.
The chest was directly penetrated by the silver-haired old man's spiritual sword, and there must be a lot of blood congestion in the body, which is also a shackle that hinders the recovery of Her Highness the Witch.
The comatose Highness the Witch turned over and trembled slightly, apparently feeling cold.
Zheng Lin looked at the bruises on Her Highness the Witch's lips and suddenly came up with a plan. He pressed his big hand on Her Highness the Witch's intact chest and pressed down a few times with slight force, trying to make Her Highness the Witch spit out a few more mouthfuls of bruises.
However, on the contrary, although Her Majesty the Witch vomited blood, she looked quite uncomfortable and her brows were furrowed tightly.
Zheng Lin didn't dare to move anymore. He probably squeezed the witch's highness's inner abdomen, which was already seriously injured.
"Little baby, you can't save her if you do this!"
Just when Zheng Lin was frowning, an old and obscure voice sounded in his ears.
Zheng Lin suddenly stood up and looked around nervously, but he didn't see even a single figure.
The voice just now was old and feeble, like the voice of an old man who was dying.
Although the voice of the silver-haired old man was also very old, it was very powerful and very obviously different from this voice.
Looking around with a strange expression, Zheng Lin returned to Her Majesty the Witch, looking at her with great pity and feeling at a loss. He wanted to save her, but without her, Zheng Lin would be hard-pressed to escape from the pursuit of the immortal cultivators.
Killing, out of love and selfishness, Zheng Lin didn't want anything to happen to Her Highness the Witch, at least not at this time.
"Little baby, she is an immortal cultivator in the Yuanling stage. All her natal essence is concentrated in her spiritual crystal. Only by stimulating her spiritual crystal to provide her with energy will she gradually get better. She does not need any pills at all.
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Zheng Lin paused for a moment before the voice sounded again, appearing very kind and weak, like a candle in the wind.
"Who are you? Come out!" Zheng Lin narrowed his eyes and kept patrolling around. Although the other party's voice sounded kind, Zheng Lin was most worried about unknown things. He couldn't even see anyone. How could Zheng Lin believe it?
its words.
"Haha, if you want to see me...then I'll come out and meet you."
Zheng Lin heard it clearly this time. The sound came from his chest, and he couldn't help but look down.
Just as he lowered his head, a golden light suddenly shot out, and then the golden light condensed and took shape in mid-air one meter in front of him, gradually turning into a gleaming golden shadow of an old man.
Zheng Lin looked at the phantom old man in front of him in surprise, with his mouth wide open and his eyes filled with brilliance.
"You really want to know my identity, right?" the old man Xuying asked with a smile.
Zheng Lin nodded, bent down and saluted: "Senior, do you have a way to save this witch?"
The old man Xuying glanced at His Highness the Witch lying on the ground, and then praised: "This woman actually only has more than a hundred years of cultivation, but she has reached the Yuanling stage with great strength, aptitude and understanding. It's just her cultivation progress.
So fast, I probably took a lot of pills, which caused my cultivation level to be relatively weak, and it is difficult to recover after a slight blow."
Zheng Lin felt happy as soon as he started listening. When the old man Xuying changed the subject, Zheng Lin couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.
The shadowy old man Xu saw Zheng Lin's thoughts and said with a smile: "It is not difficult to treat her. There is no rush now. Please listen to me first and tell me something very interesting. It may be very useful to you."
When Zheng Lin heard that he could be saved, he felt much relieved. He bowed to the old man again and said respectfully: "Senior, please speak. I, the junior, will definitely listen to your teachings!"
Although he is a gangster on earth, Zheng Lin still treats the elderly with respect. He just likes the unrestrained feeling that his status as a gangster brings him, and is not a villain who does evil.
The old man smiled faintly and sighed softly, as if recalling. After a while, he spoke to Zheng Lin:
"Many years ago, I can't remember exactly how many years ago. At that time, the world of immortality was no different than it is now, but the monks at that time were more ambitious than the monks now. In order to pursue immortality, they
The pursuit of stronger strength can be said to be a laborious effort, and various wonderful cultivation techniques were born from that time.
However, among all the thousands of people who have found their own unique path, it is very difficult for one person to succeed. Most of those who fail have no luck in the immortal path and eventually die of exhaustion of life. And I can also be considered a loser!
You should know that if a cultivator cannot break through the cultivation level for a long time, he will die when his life span is exhausted. No one can escape this fate. Therefore, in addition to constantly improving the cultivation level, the method of cultivation must also try to
Keep the longevity energy in the body from leaking out, or leak it out as slowly as possible to buy more time for cultivation.
Once upon a time, while I was practicing, I also figured out a way to preserve lifespan, which was to lock the lifespan in my body so that it could not leak out between heaven and earth."
Hearing this, Zheng Lin was surprised and said: "Should human power be unable to prevent Shou Yuan from leaking out? I heard that Shou Yuan is an invisible thing. Although it exists in the body, it can only be felt but cannot be controlled.
How did senior make it locked?"
The old man Xuying said proudly: "To lock the longevity, I use the Life Lock. Every monk has his own life magic weapon, and in order to lock the longevity, I asked a master of weapon refining to refine one for me.
Little lock treasure, temper it into my life magic weapon, and then use it to lock the longevity. In fact, I have been in the life lock for so many years, and now I am just a ray of remnant soul.
In half an hour, I will dissipate. Only in the life chain can this remnant soul of mine survive for a while, but it will eventually dissipate."