Immemorial Paragon

"Linglong, how are you doing?"

Seeing Qian Linglong fall into a deep sleep, Mo Qingyun was immediately shocked, and his eyes were full of worry and self-blame.

If Qian Linglong does not help him to resolve the imprint, he will not cause the injury to worsen, and he will not fall into a deep sleep.

Mo Qingyun now clearly felt that Qian Linglong's breath was weakened a little, as if it would collapse at any time.

Sensing the weakening of Qianlinglong's breath, Mo Qingyun immediately released his soul power to check the situation of Qianlinglong's Yuanshen.

Under Mo Qingyun's inspection, he found that Qian Linglong's injuries were worsening sharply.

"Not good, Linglong Yuanshen's balance of injuries, because Tengyu's attack was broken."

When he found Qian Linglong's injury, Mo Qingyun was immediately shocked, and his brain turned quickly.

He must find a way to stabilize Qian Linglong's injuries.

Otherwise, if Qian Linglong's injuries are allowed to worsen, Qian Linglong really only has to be reborn and rebuilt.

"The exacerbation of Linglong's injury is entirely to help me resolve the crisis, and I have to save her at all costs."

Mo Qingyun wanted to blame more and more, showing solemn expression, showing determination to save Qian Linglong, solemnly said: "Linglong, you do not hesitate to take risks for me, even if I am in the last nine days, next nine you Definitely heal your injury. "

When Mo Qingyun spoke, a drop of inconspicuous light flowed out of Qian Linglong's eyes.

Perhaps he was too concerned about Qian Linglong's injuries, and the shining light in Qian Linglong's eyes was not noticed by Mo Qingyun.

"Taichuhuahua has strong resilience. If Linglong refined my blood, it might relieve her injury."

Thinking of his blood's special abilities, Mo Qingyun couldn't care less, and immediately stroked his wrist.

A drop of Yinghong's blood flowed from Mo Qingyun's wrist and fell into Qianlinglong's mouth.

Up!

He put blood into Qian Linglong's mouth with his left hand, and Mo Qingyun lifted his right hand slightly, holding Qian Linglong's body up.

Then, Mo Qingyun played a spirit of Xuanqing and penetrated into Qianlinglong's body.

Xuan Qing's spiritual power penetrated into Qian Linglong's body, and she guided the fairy spirit in Qian Linglong's body to run orderly in her body.

As Qianling's immortal spirit power operated, she began to refine Mo Qingyun's blood and merged into her blood.

Gradually, the immortal power in Qianlinglong's body began to operate on her own.

Less lean, maybe Mo Qingyun's blood played a role, Qian Linglong's improvement has improved.

Seeing such a scene, Mo Qingyun's complexion improved a little, and the hanging heart finally let go.

From this point of view, his blood should be effective and temporarily control the deterioration of Qian Linglong's injuries.

I don't know how long, Qianlong's eyelashes fluttered, and a pair of beautiful eyes slowly opened.

But Qian Linglong's appearance was still very weak and shy.

"Linglong, are you awake? How are you?"

Seeing Qian Linglong waking up, Mo Qingyun looked nervous, and quickly asked about Qian Linglong's situation.

In the face of Mo Qingyun's inquiries, Qian Linglong's eyes dodged for a moment, showing a strong apology, saying: "Qing Yun, I'm sorry, although my Yuan Shen has deteriorated and controlled, it has slowly begun to fall apart, I am afraid it won't take long , My primordial spirit is about to fall apart. "

"Yuan Shen collapsed? Isn't your breath smooth?"

Upon hearing Qian Linglong's words, Mo Qingyun trembled immediately, as if being struck by lightning.

How could he never think that the exquisite Yuan Shen's injury would worsen to such a degree.

From this point of view, Qian Linglong's performance now is just a reflection of retrospection.

"Sorry, my primordial **** is constantly disintegrating. I am afraid that the avatar is maintained."

Qian Linglong's apology was even a little bit more, in a weak expression, there was a strong helplessness.

Upon hearing Qian Linglong's remarks, Mo Qingyun looked at it for a moment, and could not help but step back.

This situation completely exceeded his expectations and made him feel a bit surprised.

At this moment, Mo Qingyun clearly felt that he was so small.

"Strength is that my strength is too weak. If I have a sacred place, I won't be afraid to swell and I won't hurt Linglong seriously ..."

For a moment, Mo Qingyun's expression was crazy, as if he was caught in a kind of magical maggot.

Seeing Mo Qingyun's response, Qian Linglong showed distressed face and quickly comforted Mo Qingyun: "Qing Yun, don't be too blameful, if there is a future life, maybe we will meet again."

"No, no matter what method I use, I will heal you, definitely!"

Mo Qingyun's expression returned to calm, his eyes firmly looked at Qian Linglong, showing an extremely strong determination.

Seeing Mo Qingyun's performance, Qian Linglong showed a moving expression and put into Mo Qingyun's arms, saying: "I believe you can do it."

For Qian Linglong's move, Mo Qingyun had a strange emotion, as if Qian Linglong was Long Hanyan.

"Did I have an illusion?"

This strange emotion appeared, Mo Qingyun couldn't help saying to himself, as if Qian Linglong was a little different.

However, although Mo Qingyun was confused, he didn't say much.

For a moment, the two were silent, hugging each other silently.

"Linglong, since my blood is effective, you can refine some of my blood."

Thinking that his blood had a healing effect, Mo Qingyun was unwilling to delay it, and was prepared to let Qian Linglong refine his blood.

Seeing Mo Qingyun's move, Qianlinglong Horse was touched by the exposure and shook his head: "No, unless I have been refining your blood, my Yuanshen will continue to dissipate."

"But if you don't refine my blood ..."

Seeing Qian Linglong's move, Mo Qingyun's expression was tense, and he was ready to persuade Qian Linglong.

Just before Mo Qingyun finished speaking, Qian Linglong raised her hand and interrupted.

Interrupting Mo Qingyun's words, Qian Linglong showed a playful look, smiled at Mo Qingyun, and said, "If you consume too much blood, it will affect your future cultivation talents, and you will not be able to cultivate into the Holy Land , I still expect who will heal my injury. "

"Okay, I listen to you!"

Hearing Qian Linglong's words, Mo Qingyun also distinguished his priorities and clenched his fists.

When Mo Qingyun's secret determination was to heal Qian Linglong's injury, his face was indifferent: "Teng Yu, Teng Xi a pulse, I Mo Qingyun swear today, he will definitely cut off your pulse in the future, God block Kill the gods, block the immortals and kill the immortals, destroy the Buddhas, and block the demons. "

When Mo Qingyun said this, a horrific killing intention was derived from his body.

Immediately, Mo Qingyun no longer wasted time, and immediately fell into cultivation.

To say so many words, if there is no corresponding action, it is tantamount to talking in blank words and talking on paper.

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