Mysterious world: I live forever by hanging up!

About Xu Youran

After Wei Han was silent for a few breaths, he didn't say anything more.

Although he has various means to repair her injuries that failed to overcome the catastrophe, let Xu Youran form a pill again, and even personally protect her from the catastrophe.

But is this necessary?

Everyone has their own destiny, and it is not good for others to interfere.

I have not helped her much over the years, and if I continue to help her, I will only become a nanny.

"Qing'er, you go to the Changsheng Sect tomorrow." Wei Han pondered for a moment and then ordered: "Send Xu Youran some elixirs to recuperate your body, to strengthen the friendship between old friends."

"yes!"

Xiaoqing nodded again and agreed.

Then she hesitated and then said softly: "When Miss Lu sent someone to deliver the battle report, she also brought a message."

"Verbal message?" Wei Han was surprised.

"That's right." Xiao Qing said softly: "She said that the Changsheng Sect was suspected to have been infiltrated by the Demon Sect. Yan Ruxue, the deacon of the inner sect, and Mu Xiyue were suddenly attacked and killed by their fellow sect members while performing tasks outside. Yan Ruxue was killed on the spot, and Mu Xiyue was killed on the spot. Xiyue returned with a serious injury, which would cause panic. She has suppressed the news, and now she is just reporting it to you verbally."

"she?"

Wei Han frowned silently again.

Naturally, he knew Yan Ruxue. She was his master who took over his cheap brewing apprentice Mu Xiyue. Now both of them are deacons of the Jindan period of the Changsheng Sect. She is a gentle, intellectual, and mature beautiful woman. image.

Although Wei Han was not familiar with it, he spoke highly of it.

Unexpectedly, she fell into the hands of the traitor, which was really a pity.

The reason why Lu Qingqing asked someone to bring the message was probably because the matter was related to Mu Xiyue.

Wei Han, Mu Xiyue, Yan Ruxue, Lu'er, Xu Youran and others all came out of the Dali Dynasty together. Unexpectedly, they fell into this turmoil in the end. One can imagine Wan Xinghai's current situation. The commotion is probably not small.

"Give Xiyue some more healing medicine to help her mourn!" Wei Han sighed and spoke. After all, he didn't say anything more and had no intention of comforting the other party in person.

The dead are gone, people have to learn to grow!

It is inevitable to encounter this kind of thing on the road of spiritual practice, and no one else can help her bear it after all.

As for the fact that the Changsheng Sect was suspected of being infiltrated by the Demon Sect, he was even too lazy to care. Whether these people came for him or were normal infiltration operations, it had nothing to do with him.

It is impossible for him to be a nanny for the Changsheng Sect all the time, so wish yourself well!

The more you use this thing, the thinner it becomes. Even if he keeps thinking about the friendship between his former masters, he can't help much, otherwise he will harm them.

…

a moment later

Wei Han returned to the Void Dharma Hall to practice in seclusion.

Taking advantage of Yiyi's free time while refining elixirs, he took the time to inspect his spirit insects and refined corpses.

The three major spirit insect races have multiplied and grown in the cave world, consuming massive amounts of blood food every day. Now Wei Han simply didn't bother to pretend, and just asked the sect's foreign affairs office to send blood food regularly.

With the support of sufficient blood food, the number of spiritual insects is increasing day by day!

Now they have recovered to the number of hundreds of millions, and their grades have reached the middle stage of the third level. Once released, they can definitely sweep a place.

"So many spiritual insects are fed here every day. The amount of blood food they feed is an astronomical figure. I have already made up my mind to stay in seclusion all year round. It would be too wasteful to raise them like this."

A hint of calculation flashed in Wei Han's eyes.

Although most of the blood food is now provided by the sect, tens of millions of kilograms of blood food are fed every month, which still takes up a lot of the sect's share.

He secretly made up his mind that before he reached the peak of Nascent Soul Realm, he would never leave the mountain again if nothing happened!

Raising hundreds of millions of spiritual insects like this for a hundred years in vain will probably destroy the entire Zixiao Holy Land, right? Even if the other disciples had no objection, Wei Han would be embarrassed.

"In that case, it's better to let them out and let them prey on their own!"

Wei Han thought about it and immediately decided to let them go.

Raising spiritual insects for a long time will inevitably cause them to lose their wild nature, which is also detrimental to their growth.

Now that the war in the outside world is going on, it is a good time for the spiritual insects to run rampant. Wei Han returns to the world as an insect Taoist clone, while his real body is practicing hard in seclusion within the mountain gate. Can't he perfectly solve their food problem?

As for the corpse refining!

Wei Han groaned and looked at the copper coffins on one side of the space-time formation. They were all soaked in a massive lake of demonic energy, absorbing the demonic energy day and night.

It has been five and a half years since the trip to the Earth Demon Realm!

The flow rate of time in the space-time array is two thousand times that of the outside world, which means that they are equivalent to absorbing more than ten thousand years of demonic energy. Each refined corpse has become a veritable ten thousand year corpse king.

Even the copper coffins they sleep in!

Under the erosion of the demonic energy, it became dim and shimmering, no less than ordinary spiritual treasures, and many mysterious demonic patterns were derived from its surface.

It can be seen that the erosion of the demonic liquid is very terrifying.

Not only the corpse refining will be affected, but even magic weapons such as copper coffins will be assimilated into magic weapons.

"rise!"

Wei Han raised his hand and clapped it.

The lid of a copper coffin suddenly opened. Inside, the Golden Armored Corpse Refining King suddenly opened his eyes, and his body slowly floated into the air for him to inspect.

It has been eroded by the demonic liquid for thousands of years in the space-time magic circle, and it has changed much more than before.

At this moment, he has a green face with fangs and is covered with black armor and scales. He is tall and strong, and all kinds of demonic aura surrounds him. He is as ferocious as a demon god emerging from hell.

Its eyes have turned emotionless scarlet!

The hands have even grown sharp bone claws, which, combined with the bone spurs all over the body, add a bit of ferocity and edge. A slight hint of aura makes it difficult to compete.

"Here comes the sword!"

Wei Han casually summoned the Nine Heavens Wind and Thunder Sword and struck him on the shoulder with a vicious strike.

As a result, a spark flashed. Not only did the Golden Armored Corpse Refining King remain motionless without any damage, but when the flying sword fell on the black armor, the surrounding demonic energy and the magic patterns on the black armor automatically superimposed to resist, and the power of the flying sword was instantly reduced. blocked.

The Nine Heavens Wind and Thunder Sword seemed to have struck a piece of high-grade immortal iron ore, without leaving even a trace of white marks!

Immediately afterwards, Wei Han released fire and thunder spells to blast hard. It turned out that these spells were less harmful to the corpse, and their weaknesses that were once restrained by the fire element were easily resisted by the demonic energy.

"Hiss! It's amazing. Now you can at least resist the attacks of the late Nascent Soul."

"I have only stayed in the space-time circle for five and a half years. If I stayed for another hundred years, wouldn't it be comparable to the 200,000-year-old corpse king?"

Wei Han's eyes became brighter and brighter, and it was difficult to imagine the upper limit of three thousand corpses.

In this case, it is not suitable to send them out to fight. An Jing can cultivate and become stronger in the space-time magic circle. Maybe a hundred years later, they will even dare to touch the divine realm.

"Not bad!"

Wei Han chuckled expectantly, with a domineering look in his eyes!