The boss who came from the end of the world, she is sick and needs to be cured

In a green tree hole, Zhao Jing's whole body was wrapped in vines like a mummy, lying on the ground, unconscious.

Sunrise and sunset.

Sunset and sunrise.

The little ginseng spirit stayed in front of her tirelessly, and the trumpet flower spirit and the mushroom spirit kept bringing fresh water, flowers, fruits and vegetables from the surrounding woods and placed them next to her.

From time to time, he muttered something worried.

Seeing that day after day passed, she showed no signs of waking up, and her brows continued to frown more and more tightly. The faces of the few little goblins wrinkled up in worry.

"Master, why isn't he awake yet?"

The morning glory demon stretched out a leaf and wanted to touch the head of the little ginseng demon. When he thought of something, the leaf stopped in mid-air. "Don't worry, the master's life breath is getting stronger. He should wake up soon."

The mushroom spirit Gululu spit a transparent bubble into the sky, "Since the day before yesterday, the ground movement around here has been getting louder and louder, and many outsiders have invaded our territory. If the master doesn't wake up, we won't be able to move."

When the trumpet flower demon heard this, he was also a little anxious. They had just transformed into spirits and were still extremely weak. They could not move a "behemoth" like Zhao Jing. The tree hole they were in was not very hidden. Outsiders had come to rest in the past, so the probability of being discovered again was very high.

The trumpet flower demon took a deep breath and said, "Stay steady first. I think the master is about to wake up. Let's try not to make any noise and don't move. If the wind doesn't move, we won't move."

Suddenly, Zhao Jing grabbed her hands to the side and squeezed tightly. Big beads of sweat gushed out from her forehead. She struggled and moved around. Suddenly she sat up suddenly and shouted, "Brother Zheng!"

The three little ones were all startled and took a few steps back.

Zhao Jing covered her head violently, her head hurt like a splitting pain, as if there were thousands of ants eating every part of her head, and her brain was in terrible pain.

This is the sequelae of excessive mental overdraft.

The Dantian also hurts terribly. There are cracks all over the Dantian. There are no forests, grasslands, lakes, oceans, or the breath of life in the Dantian. There are only cracked earth and the dying body, whose body has become extremely miniaturized and transparent. Long Canglin.

Compared to the headaches and pain in the Dantian, the bones all over the body were reattached and grew back after being broken, and the skin all over the body was burned and then grew back, it was nothing.

In that battle, the sky was dark and the earth was dark. More than 20,000 of the 100,000 super-spiritual monks [Zhengzheng Fellows Association] were originally going to be executed, but at the critical moment, they stood up in front of He Zheng and the children, and they were all killed or injured.

The remaining more than 70,000 monks, with the blessing of the battle formation, were not spared, and most of them died heroically.

However, Zhao Jing let go of her cultivation suppression and fought with all her strength. Although she tried her best to protect He Zheng and her children and wiped out all the enemies, she was also seriously injured, exhausted of mental power, exhausted of supernatural powers, exhausted of spiritual power...

When she fell from the sky to the ground, she seemed to see the gate of heaven open. There was an invisible hand in the sky, sucking her back to pieces when she was about to fall to the ground...

She remembered that during the process of ascending, she looked back feebly and looked for He Zheng among the corpses on the ground. She saw He Zheng carrying the child covered in blood and flying towards her desperately, "A Jing! "

At that time, she shed a tear weakly, "Brother Zheng, wait for me to come back!"

Then she closed her eyes.

Zhao Jing patted her needle-pricked head and slowly opened her eyes. All the vines on her body automatically untied and disappeared into little starlight.

There is no trace of He Zheng's presence here.

So, He Zheng didn't catch up with her and she was sucked into the upper realm by Tianmen?

Is this the upper bound?

The three little ones looked at the disappearing vines and trembled. They looked at each other with watery eyes: The master is so scary! Will we disappear like vines? us……

Zhao Jing slowly moved her limp body and saw a few green dates and a red fruit lying on a big leaf next to her. She immediately raised her eyes and looked around, finally focusing on the three little ones who were closely together. Only on the body.

Is this... what they gave her?

Were they taking care of her when she was in a coma?

It's just that the mandala trying to pretend to be a morning glory is a little funny.

Zhao Jing's spiritual sea was also in a state of despair, almost like a depleted Dantian. As soon as the body moved, it felt like a sand barrier, ready to collapse at any time, dilapidated and dilapidated.

The top priority is to find a way to repair her Dantian and spiritual sea, otherwise, she will be useless.

The three little ones looked at me and I looked at you, both of them were very scared.

After a while, the trumpet flower demon took a deep breath and bravely stretched out a leaf, "Lord, Lord, Master, is there anything I, we can do?"

The sound directly rang in Zhao Jing's mind, and Zhao Jing's already painful brain suddenly felt as if a huge bell had hit her ear hard, and her soul was shaken.

The trumpet flower demon saw that Zhao Jing's brows were even more furrowed than before, and she was a little scared, "Master, master..."

Zhao Jing adjusted to it for a while before she regained her composure. Although it is not sure how this mandala calls her master, the contractual relationship must have been established, and it should have been signed when she was unconscious.

"Yeah. Give me the Zhu Guo."

The morning glory demon was startled, then reacted quickly, and bravely used two leaves to lift the red fruit on the ground and bring it to Zhao Jing's lips.

Zhao Jing took Zhu Guo, and her whole body was in terrible pain and exhaustion. All the injuries were instantly absorbed by the medicine, and no trace of the medicine was left. Most of her Dantian and Spiritual Sea were taken away, but she was still half-dead.

"Is there any more Zhu Guo?"

The mushroom spirit was no longer afraid at this time and jumped out immediately, "Yes, yes. Master, wait a moment, I will pick it right away."

The morning glory demon also acted quickly, "Master, I will go too. I also found other spiritual fruits, and I picked them together."

The remaining little ginseng essence looked at Zhao Jing with watery eyes, then lowered her head shyly and fearfully, "Um, lord, master, I, I..." She was so nervous that she pulled out a few of her own hair. , held it over and said, "Master, here it is!"

Once the hair was pulled out, it turned into thick ginseng roots.

Zhao Jing was not polite, "Thank you!"

"No, no, no thanks, you should."

Mushroom demons and morning glory demons go away quickly and come back just as quickly.

Under the umbrella of the mushroom essence, there are seven red fruits, eighteen golden dates, and nine black wolfberries, and a whole black wolfberry plant is held on the top of the head.

The trumpet flower demon "struggled" to pull a long vine. A trumpet flower bloomed every other section of the vine, and each leaf carried various collected spiritual fruits.

"Master, this mountain range is a forbidden area. Most people dare not come in. However, I don't know what's going on. More and more outsiders have broken in recently. Master, you have to get better quickly. We have to move as soon as possible. ”

Zhao Jing hummed and quickly ate and absorbed the spiritual power of the spiritual fruit.

Half an hour later, Zhao Jing's whole body was shaken and she slowly opened her eyes.

The dantian was already a green grassland, and Yinglong Canglin also had a hint of life, changing from transparent to translucent.

The spiritual sea finally stopped being gray and turned into black and white.

The physical body no longer looks like a fortress of sand, and finally has a sense of security that will not collapse.