After I woke up, I became a sick and weak beauty

When Junqing opened his eyes, he heard Jingling whispering in his ears.

"You're back? Why did you suddenly vomit blood?!"

Jun Qing felt a little itching in his throat, and couldn't help but coughed again: "It's okay, it's just that the souls that were sent out were wiped out."

"Split soul? Destroy?" Jing Ling was puzzled in her tone, and then shouted: "No, who are you ass? It's just a loss of a little soul, at most a loss of consciousness, how could it become like you? And manipulate It’s just a separate soul, do you still need to retreat? You won’t be out of your body, right?!”

Junqing sighed silently.

In fact, the soul splitting practiced by him is different from that of ordinary monks.

Usually, the cultivator who can cultivate to the level of distraction and split the soul uses it as part of his own spiritual consciousness. Even if the so-called "separated soul" is eliminated, it will only damage the spiritual consciousness.

And Junqing is a real soul. This method has advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that ordinary monks can't realize that what is in front of them is just a soul. The inner demon was immediately seen through.

The disadvantages are also very obvious, that is, after the split soul is destroyed, he will receive more damage feedback, and at the same time, he cannot split the soul again for a period of time.

The reason why it is said that the method of replenishing the soul has become extremely rare in the cultivation world is not only because the spiritual materials for replenishing the soul have become increasingly scarce since the decline of the aura of heaven and earth, but also because the so-called soul replenishment by monks is almost repairing the damaged soul. knowledge.

Jun Qing had no intention of entangled with Jing Ling to explain, he rummaged through the storage bag, and took out a elixir from it, the elixir just got out of the jade box for sealing, a refreshing fragrance filled the whole room .

Even Jing Ling couldn't help but said: "Good thing, where did you get such a good medicine?"

Junqing spat out two words: "Family property."

Jingling: "Huh??"

Junqing ignored him, took the elixir and entered into a state of sedation on the spot, and began to repair the injured soul.

Jing Ling was looking for boredom, so she had no choice but to let herself fall into a deep sleep again, so as not to grow hairy from being bored in this retreat room.

Not long after Jing Ling fell silent, beads of sweat appeared on Jun Qing's forehead.

One scene after another put the images of the past in front of his eyes, which can also be said to be a blessing in disguise. Although the blow from the heart demon damaged his soul, it also accidentally released part of the memory that was not known at the end.

As the memory was unsealed, invisible spiritual energy fluctuated around him, and Jun Qing's cultivation base rose again, but was stopped by himself when he was about to reach the critical point.

In the eyes of monks outside, such a speed must be horrifying, but to Jun Qing, it is just to release the sealed cultivation base, and he has to control the cultivation base not to recover too quickly so that the body cannot bear it.

There were too many and complicated memories to reply, Junqing skipped those chores, and first searched for the reason why he fell asleep in the first place.

The first thing to enter is the crystal frost that condenses all over the place.

It was an extremely cold field, and mortals would be instantly frozen into ice cubes when exposed to the cold air inside, and monks with insufficient cultivation could not resist the severe cold inside.

For Junqing, this cold air required two more clothes.

He was dressed in Firefox fur, and the fiery aura from the Firefox fur surrounded his body, keeping his body warm all the time, allowing him to walk freely in this ice and snow environment.

But Jun Qing's complexion was whiter than snow, and a pair of thin lips formed a cold arc.

There was a gust of cold wind blowing, and the flame aura on the Firefox fur was blown away, and it was about to be extinguished. The anger in Junqing's eyes was even worse-although the usual ice and snow environment was hard to bear, it was not as cold as it is now , the only reason is that the fire spirit sealed in this snow environment is about to be extinguished.

The pace under his feet accelerated, no spiritual weapon could be used here, otherwise he would have already teleported himself there.

Finally, Junqing saw the small snow pavilion, but his pupils trembled slightly after seeing the scene inside.

He saw a young man lying on his back on the ground, staring at the snow and ice in absent-minded eyes.

As a natural cremator, he will burn everything once he is born. He has been staying in this ice and snow realm since he was born with spiritual wisdom, suppressing the firepower.

The monk who subdued him always had a gentle smile on his face. He placed him here, and he would only come here when he needed to refine elixirs and spiritual weapons.

Because the color of his fire spirit is extremely bright maple red, that person named him "Sanqiu".

And now the three autumn fires that are always burning are about to be extinguished.

Junqing felt unbelievable and confused - "What happened? How did you become like this."

The young man lay still in the ice and snow, his eyes regained a little focus when he saw Jun Qing: "He's back."

Jun Qing frowned.

He glanced around, and then found a shocking thing - "Where's your heart?"

What maintains the young man's daily activities is his Yanxin, and now that Yanxin has disappeared, his life is naturally like a candle in the wind.

"It was taken by him."

Junqing's expression turned cold: "Are you not resisting at all?"

The young man smiled wryly: "I can't resist either."

When he was born with a new mind, he was like a blank piece of paper and didn't understand anything, so the monk came over with a gentle smile and tricked him into signing the master-servant contract in a muddleheaded manner.

The expectations for each other have long been wiped away in the ice and snow day after day.

Jun Qing closed his eyes and realized that his emotions had fluctuated unreasonably. He calmed down, half knelt beside the young man and said, "How long can you last?"

The young man was silent for a while, and said: "I'm afraid I'm hopeless, I can feel that Yan Xin was 'used' by him."

"After I die, you won't come here anymore. Is this the feeling of 'cold'? No wonder you always complain every time you come here to accompany me..." He chuckled lightly at this point, and then turned to Wei smiled wryly, "It's a pity that I can't see your brother for the last time."

"The food you bring every time is so beautiful, I really want to know what it tastes like..." He muttered to himself.

As a human form transformed into a fire spirit, even if the firepower is suppressed in this ice and snow environment, every time he touches the food brought by the two of Junqing, it will immediately turn into coke, without exception. .

So every time the two brothers brought all kinds of food and wine to enjoy, the young man could only watch helplessly, imagining the taste of those things, although he might not even have a sense of taste.

Hearing his words, Jun Qing suddenly felt a numbness in his heart, and an unknown feeling spread.

He lowered his eyes and suddenly said, "You won't die."

The young man had already closed his eyes at this time, although there was still a faint and invisible rise and fall in his chest, he couldn't answer him anymore.

Jun Qing bit his own finger, and began to draw runes on the young man with his own blood. The temperature here was too cold, and the blood froze as soon as it overflowed. Jun Qing had to keep running his spiritual power to keep the blood flowing out.

Keeping the temperature again and again drawing runes, the spiritual power in the body is being consumed at an accelerated rate. Fortunately, he has a deep background and can persist.

After finishing everything, Jun Qing closed his eyes, but a figure flashed in his mind.

He also realized today that the so-called plan cannot keep up with the changes.

It was obvious that everything had been planned, but it was just one step away, and now it was ruined by an accident...

Those eyes full of disbelief, injury, and despair came to mind again, and Jun Qing tasted powerlessness for the first time in his life.

If only my brother was here.

If my brother is here, then things should get better, right?

This thought inadvertently crossed his mind, Jun Qing tightened his fingers, and then sighed.

He is destined to be sorry for his long-term love.

The spiritual power in his whole body was being drawn crazily, Jun Qing's lips were faintly pale, he stretched out his hands, and those hands miraculously fell into the young man's chest.

A fiery burning sensation came, Jun Qing gritted his teeth, and slowly withdrew his hand.

A broken maple-red phantom appeared in his hand.

As the talisman array drawn on the young man was activated, the spiritual energy in Jun Qing's body was drawn crazily. He gradually felt a little powerless, but he still gritted his teeth and moved.

The reason why the fire spirit can't control its own firepower is because it has no entity to accommodate itself, so the firepower is released and everything is burned.

There was no material in this world that could carry Sanqiu Yan.

But now that Yan Xin was gone, and only his weak spiritual consciousness was left, Jun Qing was given a chance instead.

He wants to fabricate a soul for the other party.

With a soul, Huo Ling can also enter reincarnation and obtain his own body.

However, Huo Ling was originally a spirit of heaven and earth who cultivated spiritual consciousness. To create a soul for him is almost like going against the sky. Jun Qing Xuxu's hands in the air began to tremble, as if he was about to lose his grip.

The soul that was being glued together in the palm suddenly showed signs of breaking if it was weakened by external help.

As if feeling what Jun Qing was doing, the young man opened his eyes weakly, and the corners of his mouth moved weakly twice, looking at the shape of his lips, he said: "What are you... doing..."

"Do you want... to kill yourself, quickly... stop..."

Jun Qing ignored the opponent's stop, anyway, now the young man could only lie on the ground unable to move, as he desperately squeezed the spiritual power in his body, a wisp of silvery white slowly appeared on his hair.

The soul is slowly bonding together, and Junqing's hair is becoming more and more white. When the soul is formed in his hand, his head is covered with frost and snow.

The young man lying on the ground looked at him with wide eyes, as if he wanted to say something.

After finally finishing it, Jun Qing knelt down on the ground with no strength, his eyelids were so heavy that it seemed as if a heavy object had been placed on it, he took a deep breath, and suddenly grabbed it.

Then the young man's body on the ground turned into a maple-red light and flew towards his palm.

Jun Qing put the last bit of flame into his soul, then propped up his body and said: "After I let go, you will enter reincarnation, will you still have memories, where will you be reincarnated, and which world will you go to?" ,I don't know either."

The soul was flickering, as if the young man was anxiously wanting to talk to him.

Jun Qing smiled, he looked indifferent when he was not smiling, but this smile made the ice and snow around him seem to melt.

"Talking, don't leave yet." He said as he let go of his hand, and the soul seemed to be grabbed by an invisible suction force, and then quickly pulled out.

Seeing that the soul had disappeared, Jun Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and then an uncontrollable look of despair appeared on his face.

Such desperation to squeeze and consume, for other monks, even if they are powerful, they will be exhausted.

Forced to leave this ice and snow environment, Jun Qing returned to the Immortal Palace, subconsciously wanted to call out "Yu Changqing", and then remembered that he had already driven that person into the abyss.

The voice is stuck in the throat, do you regret it?Can't tell.

Of the two roads in front of him, he can only choose the one with the lightest result.

If you don't act, you will only usher in the worst results.

Turning her head inadvertently, seeing the frost-white hair on her shoulders, Jun Qing pursed her lips.

I don't know what I look like now?

I just saw that guy's stunned look, I'm afraid it's not very good-looking...

He has seen those monks who died of excessive wear and tear, all of them looked old, and their faces had so many wrinkles that they could kill flies. It was the result of too much cultivation and their bodies reflected their real age.

All in all, it's an ugly death.

Shouldn't he also become an old man now?

Jun Qing was a little flustered. He glanced at the back of his hand. His skin was still very smooth. He relaxed a little. He tried to speak, but found that his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and he felt a chill in his heart.

When Yu Changqing came back and saw his appearance, he might feel disgusted and ugly. He remembered that this guy liked to look at his face the most. be found.

As everyone knows, Junqing would be blind if he didn't notice such a focused and scorching gaze.

Junqing gritted his teeth and walked to his bedroom. Now that his brother is not there, he has no way of knowing whether there will be any sequelae after the exhaustion of his family. He can only rely on his intuition to swallow a large number of genius treasures that contain spiritual energy, and then lie down in the past. In the ice coffin set up for insurance.

The ice coffin is made of a special material, not only indestructible but also able to put him into a state of suspended animation.

Lying in the coffin, Jun Qing was moved before closing the ice coffin, and then all the creatures in the fairy palace were automatically expelled from the range, and a huge blocking barrier slowly shrouded the fairy palace inside.

Drawing the ground as a prison, this function was originally a trap, but I didn't expect to use it on myself now.

At the end when the ice coffin was closed, Jun Qing accidentally added another person to the selection of those who could open the forbidden barrier.

——a person who will definitely come back here.

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After several months passed, Jun Qing healed the injuries in his body by seven or eight points before opening his eyes.

Suddenly there was a trace of regret in his eyes, and with the recovery of his memory, he caught the loophole in the words of the inner demon, but now he has lost the best time to explain.

After tidying up his emotions, Jun Qing finally walked out of the retreat room. As the stone door slowly opened, the scenery outside fell into his eyes.

It was already winter.

The white snow scene made Jun Qing slightly stunned, almost delusional that he was still in the ice and snow realm in his memory.

Jingling complained: "I finally came out. I was suffocated to death after staying in it for so long. I knew I wouldn't come out with you. Now it's more boring than being in that cage."

Junqing was noncommittal.

After retreating for so long, it's time for him to report to his nominal "Master".

Thinking of this, he flew to Meng Hansheng's peak, but met Xi Chengle on the way.

When Xi Chengle saw him, he froze for a moment, and then showed a look of hell, he hesitated, recalled the hair growth method given to him by Junqing before, touched his black and thick hair and said: "You go out of the customs Already? Your cultivation base has risen pretty well, but you'd better not go back now."

Seeing Junqing's puzzled eyes, Xi Chengle sent him a voice transmission: "The head of the sect is out, your master is not in a good situation now, he is now in the black prison."

Junqing's expression turned cold.

Seeing his expression, Xi Chengle trembled inexplicably.

He had an indescribable feeling. For some reason, he always felt that after leaving the customs, he behaved more humanly than before...

The Black Prison is a place specially used by Tianhaizong to punish traitors of the sect.

The cultivation base is imprisoned here, and the cold air in the black prison will continuously torture and damage the monk's body. It can be said that if he stays for a long time, the whole person will be crippled.

Junqing frowned and came to the black prison. He did not inform the sect steward. First, he was also involved in the disappearance of Jing Ling. He was also a disciple of Meng Hansheng, so he must have suspicions. Second, he was not alone in the black prison. Ordinary inner disciples can easily enter.

Appearing in the black prison without a sound, Jun Qing covered his body with a layer of spiritual power to separate the poisonous gas. He raised his head and sensed it slightly, and then found where Meng Hansheng was.

Meng Hansheng's current situation is even worse than he imagined.