After Transmigrating into a Tyrant [Transmigration Book]

Luo Yangsheng rushed over quickly, took out a silver needle to stop Yan Zhilan's bleeding quickly, and then calmed down to investigate slowly.

While he was taking his pulse, his brows gradually frowned. Qi Jing looked at the blood on the bed, worried, and couldn't help asking: "Mr. Luo, how is it?"

Luo Yangsheng put Yan Zhilan's hand back into the quilt, his eyes full of doubts: "Fanzhi's spiritual pulse is normal, but the spiritual sea is a little strange. I have been practicing medicine for several years, and I have never seen such a thing."

Qi Jing was very anxious: "How do you say this? What's going on?" He had already paid Yan Zhilan for his core, if Yan Zhilan couldn't be saved...

In case Yan Zhilan really had any accidents, even if he didn't kill him, no matter how he explained, people would all die on his bed in his palace.

Luo Yangsheng twirled his beard, pondered for a while, and said to Qi Jing: "It's hard to say. Luo is not sure yet. You might as well find some people with profound spiritual power to try."

Qi Jing hesitated and said: "Mr. Luo's medical skills are still uncertain, can other people do it?"

Luo Yangsheng said: "Luo is ashamed. Although Luo claims to be unparalleled in the world in medicine, his qualifications are mediocre in practice. With his current cultivation level, Luo's qualifications are limited, and he can only find out one or two, but can't find out the details."

Seeing that he really didn't look like he was hiding something, Qi Jing took a few deep breaths and prepared to call someone.

"Wait a minute!"

Fuyou stopped suddenly.

Qi Jing looked up, Fuyou's expression was still not good, and he asked in a stiff tone: "Your Majesty must save Yan Zhilan?"

Qi Jing nodded without thinking: "Uncle You, do you have a solution?"

Fuyou stared at him with a complicated expression for a while, and after a long time, he pointed out: "Your Majesty, this may be your only and last chance, are you really going to give up?"

The implication is that it may not be so easy to kill someone in the future.

At this moment, the time and place are right, Yan Zhilan is on the verge of life and death, and the unparalleled sage Luo Yangsheng is here again. With Ah Jing's strength and his assistance, getting rid of these two people is easy and effortless.

only……

He looked at Qi Jing who was all focused on Yan Zhilan, and sighed in his heart, it was too cruel for him to ask him to get rid of the person he likes with his own hands just now when he was in love.

Forget it, take one step at a time, with his protection, you can always protect Ah Jing well.

Thinking of this, Fuyou calmed down and said, "Why do you need to find someone else? Ah Jing, have you forgotten Uncle You's ability?"

Qi Jing was stunned for a moment, and then realized, by the way, it seems to have been mentioned in "Xian Tian", the servant Fu Fuyou is not only highly cultivated, but also quite accomplished in medical skills, otherwise the tyrant in the original book would have been assassinated countless times. Just died.

Qi Jing was overjoyed, and hurriedly dragged Fuyou to the bedside, urging repeatedly: "Uncle You, quickly see what's going on."

Fuyou took a deep look at him, sighed a long time, calmed down, injected a small amount of spiritual power into the unconscious Yan Zhilan's body, and followed his spiritual veins into the spiritual sea.

After a while, he withdrew his spiritual power and his expression was complicated.

Qi Jing hurriedly asked: "Uncle You, what do you see?"

Fuyou looked at Luo Yangsheng, and the two looked at each other, seeing the same doubts in each other's eyes, he said: "Mr. Luo, let's talk first."

Luo Yangsheng pondered for a moment, and said solemnly: "In Fanzhi's spiritual sea, there seems to be an extremely domineering spiritual power, which is entangled with his own spiritual power, and seems to be harmful to his core."

Fuyou nodded, and also said: "The two spiritual forces refused to give in to each other, and fought in his body, resulting in the current situation."

Qi Jing was taken aback when he heard it, he could understand every word, how come he couldn't understand what it meant when they came together?

Seeing that he was puzzled, Fuyou explained: "The two strands of spiritual power are like two powerful men who regard Yan Zhilan's body as a fighting arena. They are fighting each other in his body, and no one wants to suppress it. The other party seized the sovereignty. Yan Zhilan is just a mortal body, how can he bear such a torment? Why don't you poke your body full of holes and blood?"

Qi Jing understood this time, and asked in a daze, "Then how can we stop these two strands of spiritual energy?"

Fuyou and Luo Yangsheng looked at each other.

Luo Yangsheng smiled wryly and shook his head: "I only hate that Mr. Luo has so little knowledge, that he has never heard of or encountered such a thing... I only heard that if a cultivator goes mad, two distinct strands will appear in his body. For different spiritual powers, you can find someone to unblock them in time. But Fanzhi is different from them, he has never shown any signs of becoming obsessed, so if he undid it rashly, it might backfire."

"Why?" Qi Jing was burning with anxiety, "Isn't he also..."

"It's not the same." Fuyou took up the conversation, his already fierce face now looked even more gloomy and terrifying because of the frown, and said: "For a person who has gone mad, the two strands of spiritual power in his body are his own spiritual power. , It is no problem to use a strong external force to dredge and guide. However, one of the two strands of spiritual power in Yan Zhilan's body is not his. He does more harm than good."

"What's more difficult," Luo Yangsheng continued, "the Dan core in Fan Zhi's body is extremely repulsive to outsiders, and we can't find out the condition of his Dan core."

Qi Jing's brow was dripping with sweat: "Then what should I do?"

Fuyou and Luo Yangsheng fell silent together.

Qi Jing was at a loss, looking at this and then at that: "How can I make them stop?"

Before he finished speaking, he heard Yan Zhilan groan weakly on the bed. He turned his head and saw that all the wounds on Yan Zhilan's body burst open again at some point, and bright red blood rushed out. The changed sheets were stained red again in the blink of an eye.

Qi Jing rushed forward with one step, and pressed his hands on his wound, trying to help him stop the bleeding.

It's a pity that there are countless large and small blood holes on Yan Zhilan's body, like a cloth bag with air leaks everywhere, he can cover this side, but not the other side.

Fortunately, Luo Yangsheng was by his side, repeatedly applying needles to stop the bleeding.

It's just that he had just put down the silver needle, and before he had time to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, Yan Zhilan's body suddenly burst into more large and small blood.

Qi Jing's hands were covered with blood from Yan Zhilan's body, his eyes were blindingly red, and his mind was blank. He heard his own voice as if coming from far away, and asked blankly, "How can I make them stop?" ?”

Fuyou stood beside him, looking at Qi Jing with a fragile expression, although he couldn't bear it, he still said truthfully: "There is no way. We can only wait for them to fight for a victory, or wait for this kid from the Yan family... will end."

The word "death" was blurred in his mouth, and he couldn't bear to watch the pain and sorrow of the child he brought up.

Yan Zhilan groaned inaudibly, Qi Jing suddenly regained consciousness, looked at Yan Zhilan, who was dying and dying, and comforted himself in his heart: don't panic, don't worry, Yan Zhilan can do it without a core They were all rescued by him, this trivial matter is nothing at all, there must be a solution.

He searched quickly in his mind, not letting go of a clue.However, the headache was splitting from thinking about it, and I didn't find any clues.

He had obviously given the core to Yan Zhilan, even the magic breath on the spirit devouring whip, he did completely eliminate it, why is there still magic breath in Yan Zhilan's body?Why is there another spiritual power of unknown origin?

He was still alive and well without the core, so why did Yan Zhilan die?Is it true that God is going to kill me?

Qi Jing held his head, really couldn't figure it out.

No pill core... Dan core...

Qi Jing stood up suddenly, because he stood too fast, his eyes were dizzy.

Before he could recover, he endured the discomfort and said to Luo Yangsheng, "Mr. Luo! I thought of it!"

At this moment, Luo Yangsheng was trying in vain to stop Yan Zhilan's bleeding, bead-sized beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, without raising his head, he said, "What?"

Qi Jing didn't dare to speak directly about the Pill Core in front of Fuyou, and said cryptically, "Mr. Luo, I just have a vague guess in my mind, and I'm not sure if it's because of it. You have to try it first to know."

Luo Yangsheng paused and looked up at him.

With his back turned to Fuyou, Qi Jing quickly winked at him.

Luo Yangsheng instantly understood what he meant. After thinking about it, he decided to give him the position: "I'm going to be a horse doctor right away. There's nothing I can do about it. Why don't we give it a go. Let's go outside and protect you."

Qi Jing was very satisfied to see that he was so good at the way. The other party not only believed in him, but also took Fuyou away by the way to prevent him from seeing his flaws.

He lifted Yan Zhilan from the bed, sat with his back against the wall, and sat cross-legged opposite him, concentrating the spiritual power of his whole body in the palm of his hand, gently pressed Yan Zhilan's lower abdomen, and slowly and firmly penetrated into it. .

As soon as his spiritual power touched Yan Zhilan's dantian, a strong and powerful spiritual power sucked him in, and he was tightly attached to Yan Zhilan.

The thick smell of blood rushed into his nose in an instant, Qi Jing raised his eyes, and there was faint blood seeping from Yan Zhilan's eyes and nose.

With a shudder in his heart, he hurriedly stabilized his mind and found the elixir that originally belonged to him in his dantian. The elixir was small, only the size of a thumb, and he was very excited when he encountered the breath of the original owner. The spiritual energy jumped up and down.

Qi Jing tried to comfort her, but unexpectedly, Dan He calmed down obediently, which made him heave a sigh of relief.

Then he followed the places where the spiritual power fluctuated one by one until he found Yan Zhilan's spiritual sea. As he said before, there were two strands of spiritual power, one blue and one red, constantly rolling and entangled.It's just that it's not as indiscriminate as Luo Yangsheng said, the blue spiritual power is obviously at a disadvantage at the moment, and under the siege of the red spiritual power, the color is dim and almost disappears.

Qi Jing made a decisive decision, and when the red spirit was about to destroy the blue spirit, he threw out his spiritual power.The dense and strong spiritual power was released at once, surrounding the other two strands of spiritual power heavily.

The blue spirit was able to breathe, while the red spirit gradually disappeared, and finally the red light flashed and disappeared completely.

Qi Jing comforted the core again, and at the same time carefully guided Yan Zhilan's little spiritual power into the core. Under the comfort of the original owner's spiritual power, the core gradually no longer resisted, and Yan Zhilan's spirit Absorb as much as possible.

Qi Jing breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew from Yan Zhilan's Linghai and Dantian.As long as the core no longer resists Yan Zhilan's spiritual power, it will gradually merge with Yan Zhilan's cultivation and will not hurt him again.

He wiped his sweat and saw that the bleeding on Yan Zhilan's body and face finally stopped, he finally felt relieved, asked someone to come and put on a clean mattress, put him away gently, and looked at Luo Yangsheng carefully. Tightly bandage his wounds.

Fortunately, the internal source has been eradicated, and there are countless large and small wounds. Although they look horrifying, they will recover in a few days.

Qi Jing stroked his chin and watched everyone busy, thinking, at that time, Luo Yangsheng must get Yan Zhilan some plaster for promoting muscle growth and removing scars, otherwise such a good skin will leave so many pitted scars , How distressed his daughter-in-law will be when she sees her in the future.