The Immortal Spiritual Picture

"Brother Zhenjing!!!"

께 Before Si Lingren entered the holy pool, young and anxious voices could already be heard.

Zhen Jing, who had recovered a little energy, looked up and saw Si Ling running in like a gust of wind.

Seeing the shrunken Zhen Jing with a weak face, Si Ling was extremely anxious.

"Brother Zhenjing, who bullied you?

Brother Si Huang, go and beat up those who bully Brother Zhenjing..."

It seems that although Si Ling is not as mature as ordinary monks, he still knows how powerful Si Huang is.

Zhen Jing didn't have the energy to say anything, so he only smiled to comfort him, but even such a smile made him feel extremely difficult.

Although there was no physical pain on the surface, Zhen Jing felt like he was about to be torn apart on the inside.

This is the biggest weakness of the Xiantian Spirit Clan. Although they are stronger than monks of the same level and have some innate magical powers that others can't expect, once the body is injured, even the slightest trauma is enough to break the muscles and bones.

Si Huang raised his hand and touched Si Ling's head and nodded:

"께Si Ling, don't worry, brother Si Huang will not spare them.

You first help Brother Zhenjing heal his injuries. "

Si Ling came so quickly that Zhen Jing didn't have enough energy to say more.

Different from Si Huang's Zhen꽮's domineering Kung Fu, Si Ling's Kung Fu is pure and natural, Zhen꽮 also contains vitality, and Si Ling is also proficient in healing techniques. He is a rare all-rounder who can both fight and assist. Monk.

Nowadays, there is only one treasure in the Shangui clan who can both heal and fight. Therefore, although Si Ling is only in the early stage of Mahayana, his position in the Shangui clan is not low.

Here, Si Ling nodded when he heard the words, and concentrated his hands seriously. Suddenly, the grass and trees in the sky became full of energy. The gentle wood-attribute aura mixed with the grass and trees was transformed into the meridians and the body without having to absorb it. 꽮The spirit and consciousness feel much more comfortable.

But at this moment, Si Ling's expression gradually became serious.

Zhen Jing's injuries were more serious than she imagined.

The true 꽮 is exhausted, the 꽮神 is injured, there is not much spiritual consciousness left, the meridians are torn three-fifths, the internal organs are also severely damaged, and there are some other auras on Brother Zhenjing's body, like a curse...

This is almost the most seriously injured monk Si Ling has encountered since he started practicing to this day.

How could it be hurt like this?

Si Ling couldn't understand.

Brother Zhenjing is not weak, and everyone also says that Mahayana monks are the most powerful, and few people will kill them if they want to escape.

But in Brother Zhenjing's situation, it seems that he is only a hair away from death.

Si Ling examined and healed Zhen Jing's injuries, and seemed to be able to vaguely see through these injuries the dangerous scenes Zhen Jing experienced at that time.

It is not an exaggeration to say that 놆깇 death and life are true 놆.

You must tell Brother Si Huang all this!

Let brother Si Huang teach those people a lesson!

With this in mind, Si Ling increased his efforts to cure the real mirror.

After three consecutive hours, there was finally a trace of blood on the surface of the real mirror, and he finally had the energy to speak.

께Si Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She put down her hands and turned to Si Huang and said:

"Brother Zhenjing's injuries were too serious, and his spirit was exhausted.

But I still can’t cure Brother Zhenjing...”

께Si Ling felt very guilty.

Zhenjing treats her very well, even better than some Mahayana monks from the Shangui tribe; brother Zhenjing is also one of the few friends of brother Sihuang. If brother Zhenjing dies, brother Sihuang will have no friends. ······