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found it!Finally found!

Full of hope, Ling Mochen crawled to the edge of a small river, bit his finger and dripped blood into the water. If someone from the same sect performed the spirit-seeking technique, he would definitely be able to find him, but he was afraid that no one would... Perform spirit seeking.

Bai Lingshan has thousands of fellow disciples, will anyone look for him at this time?In fact, Ling Mochen was not sure.

After thinking about it, Gong Loujue was originally a fox demon with many tricks, so it shouldn't be easy for Mu Cunfeng to deceive him. Thinking of this, Ling Mochen felt a little relieved, but God quickly denied his idea.

The blue sky gradually darkened, and then the wind howled, making the shadows of the trees messy. Ling Mochen felt a chill in his heart. He looked at the sky through the shadows of the trees, and the dark clouds rolled in the extreme, pressing down layer by layer.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning appeared, and then there was a thunderclap that shook the ground, the ground trembled, the lightning flashed, the thunder rumbled, and Ling Mochen was astonished as if his liver and gallbladder were torn apart.The world seemed to explode, accompanied by lightning and thunder, and heavy rain poured down.

Ling Mochen's face was pale, and he watched the big black clouds in the sky still gathering towards the south, like a vicious god who wanted to take people's lives, holding countless silver snake-like lightnings and swooping down from the clouds to the ground, the thunder sounded like drummers cheering The bombing continued, as if it was about to tear people's eardrums.

This thunderstorm was huge and endless, and the rain and mist blurred Ling Mochen's vision, as if every drop of rain that fell on his body weighed a thousand catties. He lay on the ground, struggling to support his body with his arms, his face wet. The marks were intertwined, and it was hard to tell whether it was tears or rain.

He whimpered and called Gong Loujue's name, and the heart-piercing pain soon mixed with the rain and wiped him out.

"Tracing the source method" was originally one of Bailing Mountain's methods of seeking help. It was suitable for when the spiritual power could not be activated, but the sky was flooded with rain. Even if someone was using the spirit-seeking technique, it would be difficult to find his breath in such a storm.

Could it be... Lou Jue is doomed to escape this catastrophe!

There was a dull pain in his heart, but Ling Mochen didn't give up. He drew his sword out of its sheath and slashed fiercely at his wrist. The blood flowed out slowly from his body that had not fully recovered. He gritted his teeth and sucked the blood from his body Wrist wound forced out.

In this way, his breath should be more obvious.

At this time, Yun Chuxiao, who was hundreds of miles away, suddenly stopped, grabbed Murong Xuan who was beside him, and said:

"I seem to sense the big brother again!"

When the emotions of the Ling clan members fluctuate violently, the immediate relatives can sense it.

The two of them escaped from the demon world and originally planned to go back to Bailing Mountain immediately, but on the way they encountered a group of monsters that escaped from Fuyao Pagoda, some of them were subdued, and a cat monster escaped, so they tracked it all the way here, and then During thunderstorms, the cat demon was not caught, but Ling Mochen's breath was sensed.

Murong Xuan said:

"The cat demon will let it go for the time being. Let's find the elder brother first. You use the Ling's blood in your body to speed up the blood flow, let go of your spiritual sense, and try to find the breath of the elder brother."

"let me try."

As Yun Chuxiao said, he closed his eyes and followed what Murong Xuan said, and after a while he opened his eyes in surprise, "I found it!"

"where is it?"

The surprise on Yun Chuxiao's face was only fleeting, replaced by worry, "It's a hundred miles away from here."

"It's not too late, let's go!"

"it is good!"

The two rushed to the place where Ling Mochen was regardless of the weather, and they found him by a small river.

"Brother!" Yun Chuxiao quickly helped Ling Mochen up, only to find that his face was pale, a fresh wound was on his wrist, and Ling Mochen was already unconscious.

"Modest! Modest! Come see what's wrong with him?" Yun Chuxiao hurriedly dragged Ling Mochen under a tree, and asked anxiously.

Murong Xuan put his finger on Ling Mochen's wrist and checked his wrist for a while, so he knew his problem, and said with a frown: "Eldest brother, he is seriously anemic, we have to take him back to Bailing Mountain..."

Before Murong Xuan could finish speaking, Yun Chuxiao picked up Ling Mochen's Dragon Scale Sword, and slashed open his wrist with the sword. Using the sword as a medium, the unique grooves of the sword were filled with blood, and the tip of the sword touched Ling Mochen lightly. The wound on Mochen's wrist, then poured into a wave of spiritual power, allowing the blood to flow into Ling Mochen's body through the sword.

At this moment, Yun Chuxiao didn't care about what to say to Murong Xuan, and just poured blood to Ling Mochen continuously.And Murong Xuan set up an enchantment to protect him.

This is the "same root spirit support technique", which can only be performed between relatives with blood relationship, otherwise the blood flow of the person being treated will be reversed, and the consequences will be serious.

The body suddenly felt a warm current, and the medicinal power of the cartilage powder was gradually diluted. Ling Mochen slowly opened his eyes, and Yun Chuxiao's focused face came into view in the mist.

This is... the same-root spirit-supporting technique?

"Yunxuan?"

Why can Yunxuan use this method to save herself?Ling Mochen was puzzled.

Seeing Ling Mochen waking up, Yun Chuxiao put away his spells. At that time, he was only anxious to save people, but now he couldn't explain all this.Said that he was actually his younger brother, the younger brother cultivated by Master with the derived flower seeds and senior Ling Fan, and that he was also... the child of Senior Ling Fan, are they brothers of the same father!

"Big..." Call Big Brother?

Yun Chuxiao hesitated, but in the end he couldn't speak out. His existence was not recognized by his elder brother!

He finally called out, "Elder brother."

"Eldest brother, how are you?" Murong Xuan asked with concern.

The roar of thunder was deafening to the ear, and at the end of the line of sight, there were streaks of lightning and white light in the south, Ling Mochen struggled to get up, Murong Xuan followed his line of sight and raised his eyes, saying:

"I'm afraid there are monsters crossing the calamity there. With such a huge formation, it should be a thousand-year calamity. If you can't survive it, I'm afraid you will die out of your wits."

"Soul...soul flies..." Ling Mochen's heart felt like a knife was twisted for a moment, his face was bloodless, and then he said to Yun Chuxiao with firm eyes:

"Yunxuan, although I don't know why you saved me, I still want to thank you." Then he turned around and patted Murong Xuan on the shoulder, saying:

"If the master asks, he will say that the disciple is unworthy and disappoints him. Let me... be expelled from Bailing Mountain."

"what!"

Murong Xuan turned pale with shock, expulsion would be too serious, "Brother, what are you going to do!"

Ling Mochen remained silent, clenched the dragon scale sword in his hand as if he was about to walk away with the sword, but was stopped by Mu Cunfeng who was rushing all the way, he threw off the phoenix feather whip to block in front of Ling Mochen, staring intently With a glance, the resentment in his eyes gradually became apparent, and he said:

"Hengzhi, are you really going to make a mistake to the end?"

Facing Mu Cunfeng again at this time, the warmth in Ling Mochen's eyes faded away, and he struck Mu Cunfeng's acupuncture points in an instant, making him unable to stop himself, and every word in his ear was resolute. typical:

"I can't keep the promise I made when I was a child. If I'm doomed to be a ungrateful person, I'd rather blame you than him. Furun, if you want to hate, then hate me!"

After saying that, the dragon scale sword flashed, and Ling Mochen walked away with the sword.