Chapter 153 Only Lovesickness Cannot Be Healed (Part 2)
Chapter 153 Only lovesickness cannot be cured (Part 2)
Author: Waste Paper Bridge
Chapter 153 Only lovesickness cannot be cured (Part 2)
"The sixth level!"
"Lovesick to the point of madness."
"When the beauty was there, the house was filled with flowers. After the beauty left, the flowers were left on the bed. The embroidered quilt was not rolled up in the bed, and the lingering fragrance has lingered for three years now."
Yin Li raised his sword and looked around as if he was confused and nowhere to turn.
Then the sword edge was in a daze, but the sword intention became more solid.
Her whole body seemed to be 'glowing'.
A thin layer of light enveloped her body. It was not internal strength, true energy, or sword energy.
Yue Buqun couldn't quite understand, but he felt that Yin Li at this moment had actually disappeared from his consciousness.
She was right in front of me, but she was hiding.
Yue Buqun couldn't tell when she would draw her sword, or where her sword would come from.
Being elusive is no longer enough to describe it.
Her sword is like Li Xunhuan's flying knife.
You knew she was going to take action, but by the time you reacted, the sword had already slit her throat.
Unable to explain in detail, Yue Buqun could only start a live broadcast and ask Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Zhiwei, and Mao Xiaofang to help with the details.
"This is divine light, the light of the primordial spirit... Incredible! Her aura is at the peak of the second energy level at most, and her primordial spirit cultivation has not yet been activated. How come she can emit the light of the primordial spirit and cover it all over her body?
It's like a divine message? This completely goes against the common practice of practice and goes against everything I know." Mao Xiaofang couldn't understand, but he was greatly shocked.
Ling Yue said: "The soul leaves the body and travels in Taixu. Jian Twenty-Three is similar to it, but different... Her soul seems to be attached to something and never leaves."
At this moment, Yin Li was thinking of returning alone to the broken house where she once lived with 'Brother A Niu' after leaving Zhang Wuji.
The atmosphere of their life together still lingers there.
Zhang Wuji, who defeated the six major sects on Guangmingding and then became the leader of Mingjiao, was so dazzling.
She just felt strange.
It was clear that the living person was there, but she was so lovesick that she had nowhere to look for him.
"The seventh level is love-sickness."
"People are different, today is not yesterday, the sick soul is always like a rope on a swing, the sound of the horn is cold, the night is dark, afraid of people asking questions, swallowing tears to pretend to be happy, hiding, hiding, hiding."
The swordsmanship suddenly seemed intense and exciting.
The sweeping sword energy and the rapid roar of the wind seemed to exhaust the last carnival before nightfall.
The setting sun interprets joy and sorrow, but this joy and sorrow cannot be conveyed to the person she wants to convey it to.
On Spirit Snake Island, she was scratched on the face by Zhou Zhiruo and then exiled to the sea.
She thought she was about to die, but was pushed back to the shore by the waves.
She wanted to go to Brother Wuji to reveal the details, and because her martial arts was abolished, all the poison on her face was eliminated, and she had regained her beauty.
She couldn't wait to let Zhang Wuji take a good look at her and see how beautiful she was.
She is no less than anyone.
But what she received was the news that Zhang Wuji was going to marry Zhou Zhiruo. The woman who almost killed her was now getting married to her brother Wuji.
She was wrong! She thought everything could be undone.
But in fact, everything was never right from the beginning.
She didn't even have enough standing to appear at Zhang Wuji's wedding hall like Zhao Min.
"Eighth level, love is deep in the bones."
"I want to get drunk with the madness, and sing to the wine. The strong music is still tasteless. The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I will not regret it. I am haggard because of the beauty."
The wooden sword in Yin Li's hand became brighter and brighter, but she herself began to 'dark'.
All the light melted into the sword.
This is destined to be a sword that exhausts the heart and destroys the soul.
Such a sword can even cross space and ignore the conventional strength gap.
To put it simply, if such a sword was used against Yue Buqun, he might not be sure that he would be able to escape unscathed.
However, Yin Li is at the peak of the second energy level, while Yue Buqun is at the fourth level, two levels higher than Yin Li.
The difference between these two big levels can actually be made up for by such a sword.
She made Yue Buqun feel threatened.
"No! We can't let her continue. With this sword thrust, her mind will be empty."
"If she can't take it back, she will become an empty shell." Zhang Sanfeng and Mao Xiaofang reminded the group almost at the same time.
In fact, without their reminding, Yue Buqun took action in an instant.
Forcibly using the Love Sword to the eighth level, the lovesickness penetrates the bones, which is Yin Li's limit.
Her emotions may still be full and not over yet.
But her body has reached its extreme.
If it were in Mao Xiaofang's world, even if she lost her body like this, she would turn into a special ghost or spirit and continue to exist.
However, in this world, once the body is broken, everything stops.
The soul relies on the body, and the body is the ship that carries everything.
"drink!"
Yue Buqun shouted loudly, also with the intention of forcibly awakening Yin Li from his state of mind.
At the same time, it affected the ray of true power in the wooden sword and exploded the sword into pieces.
Yin Li held her empty hand empty, as if she was still holding a sword, and wanted to continue to advance, but Yue Buqun blocked her by pointing a few fingers at Shenque, Fengfu, Dantian and other key points.
The circulation of essence and qi in the body.
Without the help of these two, even if Yin Li's soul wanted to jump out of the spiritual platform, he would have no helpers and would be unable to declare defeat.
Afterwards, Yue Buqun took out a bottle of Dawn Potion and after thinking about it, changed it to Dawn Potion.
Pour the potion into Yin Li's mouth.
She forcibly vibrated a large amount of soul power, almost emptying her body. If she didn't give her a lot of replenishment at this time, even if her body was not broken, it would be unable to bear the return of her soul and she would fall into a coma forever, just like
The living dead.
In fact, if Yue Buqun hadn't cooperated with Qiaoba's guidance to transform Yin Li into a highly poisonous body, and instilled a large amount of Dawn Potion into her during the process, the potion's potency would have been much more than that stored in her body.
in vivo.
She should have run out of energy long before she had two or three sword intentions.
It is impossible to use the eighth level at all.
As the Dawn Potion took effect, Yin Li's life breath, which was boiling to the point of evaporation, finally slowly stabilized.
She opened her eyes suddenly, and a hand grabbed Yue Buqun's arm tightly.
"The formula!" She said firmly, although her breath was weak.
Yue Buqun looked at her and said nothing.
"The formula!" she continued to ask.
Yue Buqun sighed: "I can tell you, but you must also swear in the name of Zhang Wuji that you will never practice in private, otherwise I would rather destroy you."
Yin Li hesitated for a few breaths, and then his voice became much softer.
He nodded slightly and then said: "The formula!"
Yue Buqun said: "The further back I go, the less clear my deduction becomes. In the ninth level, what I deduced is 'Lovesickness enters the soul'."
"Ten years of life and death are boundless. I don't think about it and I can't forget it. I am alone in a tomb thousands of miles away. There is no place to talk about desolation."
When Yin Li heard this, he gradually became crazy.
"Thousands of miles of lonely grave, no place to talk about desolation... Hahahaha!" She was actually laughing, but then tears flowed down her face.
What a beautiful face, but the crying has no image, and the crying looks like a ghost.
"Cry! Maybe it won't be so uncomfortable if you cry." Yue Buqun comforted.
His heart was full of pity.
This new second disciple he had taken in felt so miserable!