Jiang Zhuoxue is indeed a powerful character, but his power is limited to killing people.

Just as Sang Ying guessed, he had no way to completely cure Sang Ying. Sang Ying's Dantian was severely damaged, and the golden elixir turned into countless fragments, constantly destroying her Dantian.

What Jiang Zhuoxue could do was to use his spiritual power to digest those golden elixir fragments, and then seal Sang Ying's already damaged Dantian.

"This method can only prevent your spiritual energy from leaking out, but the damage to your Dantian is irreversible. Even if it is sealed, your Dantian will no longer be able to store spiritual energy." Jiang Zhuoxue told Sang Ying straightforwardly.

A monk's cultivation is a process of absorbing and storing spiritual energy. The more spiritual energy that can be stored in the Dantian, the higher the monk's cultivation level. But now Jiang Zhuoxue told Sang Ying that her Dantian can no longer store spiritual energy.

Does this mean that Sang Ying can only reach the first or second level of Qi training in her life?

Sang Ying frowned and said nothing.

Fortunately, Jiang Zhuoxue quickly added: "But since I promised to help you, I will not break my promise. Do you believe that a monk can still practice without his dantian, and he can even practice faster than when he has his dantian?"

Sang Ying's eyebrows twitched: "Please give me some advice, senior."

"The dantian is just a place where spiritual energy is stored, also called a cyclone. But there is more than one cyclone in a monk's body. The dantian is the easiest one to open. Without this, you can still practice if you change the cyclone."

Sang Ying asked calmly: "Then where are the other cyclones?"

Hearing this, Jiang Zhuoxue stretched out her right hand with difficulty, which had a chain cut off, and gently touched Sang Ying's forehead: "Apart from Dantian, this is your best choice."

"In addition, there are also your chest and limbs. As long as you master the method of opening cyclones, when your cultivation slowly increases, you can open multiple cyclones. By then, even if you only have the cultivation of Jindan

Because, the spiritual power you can use will be several times that of other Jindan monks!"

Jiang Zhuoxue's voice was soft and soft, but it carried great bewitching power.

Even someone as cold-tempered as Sang Ying could not help but be attracted by the scene he described.

"Senior, please teach me!" At this moment, Sang Ying's words were extremely sincere.

Jiang Zhuoxue heard the passion in her heart and chuckled: "Okay, then I will do as you wish!"

He raised his slender index finger and middle finger together and suddenly placed them between Sang Ying's eyebrows.

A huge amount of spiritual power suddenly poured from his fingertips to the center of Sang Ying's eyebrows. Sang Ying did not avoid it and allowed the spiritual power to penetrate.

At that moment, she felt as if her head had been split open with an axe, and things kept pouring in, as if her head was about to burst.

She bit her lower lip tightly, refusing to cry out. Beads of sweat kept appearing on her forehead. After just a few breaths, Sang Ying's whole body was soaked with sweat.

She tried hard to control herself and not roll around in pain.

Jiang Zhuoxue in front of her lowered her eyes and "looked" at her, her smoky gray eyes reflecting Sang Ying's miserable state at this moment.

Sang Ying knew that this person must be in as much pain as she was. But even though she was already in such pain, Jiang Zhuoxue seemed to be fine, still smiling, not showing any signs of pain.

So, is he really afraid of pain?

For some reason, Sang Ying suddenly thought of this.

The thoughts in her mind were still messy, and Sang Ying had completely fainted from the pain. When she woke up again, she could feel the pain in her head still rising, but it was not as severe as before.

Moreover, there seemed to be an additional whirlpool in her sea of ​​consciousness.

The vortex kept absorbing spiritual energy, like a giant beast that didn't know how to feed itself, eating greedily.

The spiritual energy it absorbed was quickly transformed into spiritual power and circulated in Sang Ying's meridians.

"I finally woke up. If you don't wake up, your sword spirit will tear down my cave." Jiang Zhuoxue complained helplessly.

Sang Ying raised her eyes and looked over. She saw that the other person's face was more than a little paler than before. There was a small wound on his lower lip, and the bright red blood stained his lips a little bit.

Seeing this, Sang Ying raised her hand and touched it, and sure enough she found the same wound on her lower lip.

Before she could say anything, Long Yuanjian suddenly flew into her arms and cried towards her: "You scared me to death. I thought you wouldn't wake up! You didn't even know the look on your face at that time.

Pale, no matter how much I call you, you don't make any move, I'm really scared to death!"

Sang Ying raised her hand and touched the hilt of the sword: "Sorry, I won't be so impulsive next time."

After being comforted by Sang Ying, Gu Shu awkwardly expressed that he had reluctantly forgiven her.

"I've done your favor, I'm going to rest now, you can leave for now!" Probably because he didn't want to see these two people in such a tiring scene, Jiang Zhuoxue immediately issued an eviction order.

Sang Ying originally planned to leave. After all, she had just opened a cyclone, so she had to go back to stabilize herself.

But before leaving, she took out a small white porcelain bottle from her storage bag and placed it in front of Jiang Zhuoxue.

"I'm really sorry for causing the senior to get injured again. This junior has nothing to offer. If the senior doesn't mind it, just use this bottle of ointment!" This was the medicine Nan Gurong made for her, and she naturally used it from Sang Ying.

The spiritual grass brought back from the secret realm of Qishan.

These spiritual herbs are good things. If there is a chance, Sang Ying will definitely find some more spiritual herbs to take with her in case of emergency.

After Sang Ying left, the vine on Jiang Zhuoxue's shoulder slowly came over, picked up the white porcelain bottle, and brought it to his lips.

He sniffed the ointment inside, and soon smelled the scent of several elixirs.

"She has a good chance." If any of the elixirs here were put up for auction, it would probably cost tens of thousands of top-grade spiritual stones.

The little monk was lucky enough to use it to paint his lips.

While he was thinking wildly, the vine had already uncorked the bottle and soaked his master's mouth with some ointment.

Jiang Zhuoxue, whose whole mouth was completely covered with mud, said: ...I have been so smart all my life, how could I raise such a fool like you!

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Demon Realm, Demon King’s Palace.

In the palace that has been shrouded in demonic energy all year round, there are two more righteous monks. One of them is the famous Yanchen Immortal.

As soon as the news broke out, Fan Nanjun's magic palace suddenly received many more visitors.

Although he is a demon king, the demon clan has always valued strength, and there are many powerful demon generals who covet his position.

And Fan Nanjun must have been living comfortably for too long, and was temporarily carried away by Su Fuyun. A dignified demon king actually went to Liuguang Sword Sect to embarrass a golden elixir monk.

Now that he was stabbed by someone, his cultivation level plummeted, but he actually protected Gu Huaiwei in the palace.

Isn't this just sending the handle directly into the hands of other demon generals?

The demon generals who already coveted the Demon Lord's position naturally would not miss this opportunity to come to their door. They blocked the door one after another and asked the Demon Lord to give them an explanation.


Chapter completed!