The waste she became the first array mage

A small piece of blood Ganoderma had completely melted in her mouth. It had barely managed to repair the damage caused by the giant bear elephant, but was once again drained of all its blood by this strange dead tree.

The spiritual energy in the meridians and dantian was exhausted, and Li Yiru's body began to absorb the spiritual energy in the space autonomously at a speed only achieved when meditating.

After circulating in the body for a week, the spiritual energy returned to the dantian, replenishing Li Yiru's vitality, but it could not stop the dead tree from continuing to drain her spiritual energy. She was like a reservoir whose water intake was slower than its discharge, and she tried desperately to save herself, but ended up nourishing the dead tree.

The dead tree received an endless supply of pure spiritual energy, and its shriveled interior became full again, but Li Yiru's breathing became weaker and weaker, until she was breathing out more than she was breathing in.

Duobao was sensitive to spiritual energy and could sense that Li Yiru's life force was fading, but he could only worry in the space.

The Soul-Eating Thorn also lamented while holding the young seedling of its own clan. The Wind-Winged Eagle lowered its head and continued to breathe in the abundant spiritual energy in the space. Every breath it took was one less. Alas.

Duobao moved his ears, as if he heard an almost inaudible "meow" from Taxue. He went over to look at it, but it still looked the same. He felt so sad. If the cat was here, maybe it would know what to do.

It wanted to go out and bite the branch! It used it as a toothpick and wore it through!

Duobao gritted his teeth and made a "crunching" sound. His nose twitched. No, this wood is wrong...

It had never eaten it before so it didn't recognize it, but it could sense that it was beginning to emanate a pure spiritual power with the momentum to devour everything, and a burst of flaming red light erupted on Li Yiru's body!

The dead tree is just a carrier, there are other things hidden inside! Duobao watched the red light fly out from the dead tree, transforming into a bird, flying around Li Yirou's body, scattering countless sparks, and falling into Li Yirou's body.

As these sparks fell, the deathly aura on her body was dispelled, the spiritual energy in her dantian circulated, the dead wood stopped absorbing, and the light began to repair her body bit by bit again.

The light of the flame-colored bird became weaker and weaker, and finally turned into a red dot, which was led into Li Yiru's forehead and entered her space.

Duobao kept trying to pounce on it after it came in, but the little red dot flew high up, so it let the wind-winged eagle swoop down and knock it down, intuitively intending to swallow it, which would be a great benefit to their cultivation.

The Wind-Winged Eagle flapped its wings and was about to get closer, but the red dot had an inexplicable aura of oppression, as if it had seen a more powerful monster of the same species. The Wind-Winged Eagle had no choice but to surrender. The Wind-Winged Eagle shrank back to the ground, not daring to attack it.

"Waste!" Duobao pounded the ground angrily and asked the thorns to grow longer so that he could knock it down.

But this little red dot seemed to carry endless fire power. When it swung out its branches, they were burned clean in an instant. The thorns were most afraid of such spiritual fire and dared not stop the red dot anymore.

It finally fell into the light representing Li Yiru's spiritual roots. The fire spiritual root, which was originally only as long as a wood spiritual root, slowly rose a bit after it fell in, like the gradually rising scale of a thermometer.

Duobao tilted his head, and in his sight, he could only see that it suddenly disappeared. He looked around in confusion, but the rat monsters had average eyesight, and when he asked the Wind-Winged Eagle to look, it gave the same answer.

Forget it, there is no such luck, the monsters are not worried.

Duobao began to nervously sniff the air outside. The surroundings were dark and damp, and there was no sunlight under the cover of trees and cliffs. Even though they were monsters, they did not like such an environment.

Li Yirou was injured and unconscious again. They were worried and scared. This was not a place for people of their strength to explore. It was too dangerous.

Not long after, Duobao vaguely heard a "hissing" sound. He asked the silly big bird, and it also said there was a snake. It must be a snake!

Birds and mice have an instinctive fear and disgust of snakes, and the rustling noise makes them want to escape.

Immediately afterwards, a small group of snakes appeared in their sight, gradually crawling up Li Yiru's body, entwining with each other, and finally lying down at her waist and abdomen.

At certain angles, their eyes are like two small oil lamps, reflecting orange-yellow light, but most of the time they are like dead objects, blending into this dark place.

Duobao was so scared that he hid in the thick feathers of the Wind-Winged Eagle, sticking out a little bit of his head to observe the outside.

Why are there so many? Will they eat her up one bite at a time? What should I do...

Her blood was sucked dry by the dead tree, and the smell of blood was gone. In addition, the bracelet concealed her spiritual energy. Now Li Yiru was like a stone, unable to attract the attention of monsters.

They live here and rely entirely on their spiritual sense to detect the environment, and their vision is often blurry and unclear.

Those little snakes didn't seem to regard Li Yirou as a living creature. They just felt that this place was soft and comfortable. They coiled around her, constantly wriggling to fight for territory, and finally closed their eyes comfortably.

Li Yirou had been in a coma for three days and was shrouded in miasma for many days. When she opened her eyes, she felt as if her whole body was falling apart and she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen.

She just felt as if her body was run over and was in great pain. It was probably because she fell off the cliff. Fortunately, she was still alive. Li Yirou was somewhat relieved.

When she finally regained consciousness, she first sensed Duobao screaming in panic in the space, and then she noticed that there seemed to be a cold thing on her body, directly touching her skin under her tattered clothes, making her feel creepy.

Looking closely, there were more than ten small snakes on her body!

After experiencing several shocks from giant beasts, Li Yirou's heart's ability to withstand damage has greatly improved, but this is the first time she has been used as a den at such close range.

In the dim light, Li Yirou distinguished the patterns on their scales. They had no horns on their heads, a red blood line on their sides, a circle on both sides of their heads, and the rest of their bodies were as black as ink. They should be third-level monsters, red-lined pythons.

Most of the magical powers of pythons are swallowing, but this red-lined python has another talent which is to spit poisonous fire. It usually lives in dark valleys, places connected to underground flames.

There are mountains wherever almost all sects are established. Firstly, there is abundant spiritual energy there, and secondly, it can draw out underground fire, making it convenient to refine elixirs and weapons. Some even have hot springs that can strengthen the body and repair wounds.

Perhaps this place is near the underground spiritual fire of Yijian Sect, which is why the red-lined python can survive.

Fortunately, they haven't grown up yet. A mature red-lined python's head is probably half the length of her body. But with such a small snake, will there be a big python nearby?

She had just desperately dodged a fourth-level monster, and now a third-level monster was using it as its nest. She had to get away as quickly as possible.

She took out the fasting pill from the space and put it directly into her mouth to replenish water. She then realized that something was wrong with her abdomen, as if something was sticking there. As she woke up, the pain became more severe.

The poisonous miasma was eroding her body with her breathing, causing greater damage to her wounds. She should treat the wound as soon as possible and then cast a purification spell on herself.

If she moved now, she was afraid that she would wake up these little monsters and attract the bigger ones. But if she didn't clean her wounds quickly and still have the poisonous miasma, she would die.