The Eldest Martial Sister Gave Up Treatment

Well, are you going to kill me for this? You are a goddess, if you kill someone because of this trivial matter, it will be too cheap! "

"Haha." An Lan's face showed a bright smile, but her face soon turned gloomy, "Don't think I don't know what you are thinking about Bai Lian!"

Yan Yue hurriedly lowered her head: "I'm Bai Lian's uncle, uncle, what kind of bad thoughts can uncle have?"

An Lan released Yan Yue's hand.

Just when Yan Yue secretly let out a sigh of relief, a cold index finger suddenly touched her belly button.

Yan Yue was immediately "petrified", just like being stabbed in a flaw.

Her two rows of teeth were fighting.

As if she didn't see it, An Lan moved her index finger slightly to the left, and then slowly drew a circle around Yan Yue's navel.

Such a frivolous move made Yan Yue tremble even more.

Crispy, fluffy.

An Lan thought thoughtfully: "It turns out that this is the feeling, it really makes people feel very satisfied."

She took her hand back.

Yan Yue seized the opportunity and immediately stepped back, her hands tightly pressing the hem of her clothes, like a weak woman who had just been ravaged.

An Lan huddled in the quilt: "I'm going to rest, I'll take care of you after a while!"

"I……"

Yan Yue wanted to say something, but seeing that An Lan was no longer away from her, she walked out of the cave dejectedly.

When he reached the entrance of the cave, he heard a voice from behind.

"If you hadn't woken me up just now, I would have missed something, thank you."

"Eh?"

Yan Yue froze in place.

She didn't know how she returned to Zhu Yanfeng with what kind of mood, and under the inquiry of the ancestor of the blood tree, she told the experience just now.

The ancestor of the blood tree comforted her and said: "An Lan is not really angry, otherwise she will not poke you in the stomach or say thank you."

"But……"

"Whoever told you to run to Qiongming Peak when you're okay, your disciples will probably see that your attitude towards Bai Lian is unusual, let alone An Lan."

"That's not the problem."

"Where is that?"

Yan Yue opened her mouth: "I can't say it."

Can she say that she has docked with Bai Lian?

An Lan, who knew the truth, was afraid that she was not trying to block all the holes in her body.

Yan Yue couldn't calm down, she could only sleep with her head covered.

Qiongming Peak.

An Lan stared blankly at the ceiling.

She has a total of eight avenues, and she lost two in a row, which seems to be only a quarter less, but the sudden withdrawal of those two avenues has completely disrupted her roots.

If that's the only way she can take time to slowly recuperate, but she has encountered other problems.

In Yingzhou overseas, she fought with the demon emperor of the extraterritorial demon, and neither side took advantage of it.

At first, she didn't take the injury on her stomach seriously.

It was just a hole, and she poked it with her finger in disdain.

But after returning from Yingzhou, she found that her soul was wilting like a heat stroke.

Affected by this, she became unable to control her spiritual power, and over time, her strength and spiritual power also lost.

Healing?

How to heal without spiritual power.

In fact, this is not the first time she has encountered such a thing.

When she first arrived at Duxianmen, her spirit had a similar problem.

She was lying on the bed that time, her hands and feet were as thin as she was starving all the year round. No matter what Yan Xiyi fed her, her condition did not improve.

But suddenly one day, after a good night's sleep, she was surprised to find that she was back to normal, and even some of the dark wounds left by escaping from that bitch Hongchen were smoothed out.

It was because of this experience that she swore to Bai Lian that she would get better soon.

but……

Just now, An Lan realized that she thought too much.

There was no sign of her soul getting better at all, she fell into a black dream and watched her soul "get old".

With every breath she passed, she was one step closer to death.

Her divine soul was just one piece out of hundreds of millions, and once it was broken, she would have no possibility of resurrection.

An Lan froze in place.

The reason why it got better the first time may be an accident in itself.

When she was stunned, Yan Yue's muttering sounded in her ears.

bother.

Super annoying.

Why does this stupid woman keep babbling beside her when she is about to die? !

An Lan woke up when she was angry.

She found herself out of the dark dream and into a wider ocean.

changed.

The world she saw was completely different from before.

What she saw was no longer a cold stone wall, no longer a thin quilt embroidered with lotus flowers.

In front of her eyes are countless black and white lines that, when they collide, cause huge waves to roar.

catastrophe.

Countless calamities.

The spirit is sluggish, the body is dilapidated, the spiritual power is lost, and the avenue is disordered, and now she is originally a sea of ​​turmoil.

It was at this moment that An Lan felt a wisp of gray gas that could not be traced in his body.

That wisp of breath firmly dominates

Occupying the center of her air sea, like a beast waiting to be fed, it began to devour the surrounding spiritual power.

An Lan understood at once.

"Ten Thousand Tribulations Refinement of the Heart!"

She had practiced for a long time before, but she only made her spiritual power even bigger.

Now when she fell into a predicament, it seemed that the Myriad Tribulations Refinement Method finally showed her strength.

Are there new avenues behind these black and white lines?