It was already the second day when Jun Wuxie regained consciousness.
He was unconscious for a whole day.
The injury this time was very serious.
Fortunately, the source was not damaged.
When he opened his eyes, he saw pale-faced Mu Xuelan and Lanlan guarding him.
When their eyes met, Mu Xuelan's face suddenly turned red and she turned her face away.
Jun Wuxie was startled, feeling a little baffled.
Why is this ice-like woman blushing for no reason?
He sat up quickly and checked his injuries.
Most of the physical injuries were completely healed, leaving no scars.
But I still have a lot of pain in my back.
Obviously, the wounds cracked by the Evil Corpse King's iron chains had not healed.
There is a dead energy gathering there and it cannot be repaired until it is driven away.
He checked his internal organs and found that they were all healed.
"Lord Mu, how long have I been unconscious?"
He looked down the mountain and then toward the top.
I remember that before they fell into coma, the three Holy Sects and the three Beast Kings suddenly fled in fear, as if they had seen something terrible.
"one day one Night."
Mu Xuelan turned her back to him, her voice cold.
One day and one night?
Jun Wuxie frowned slightly.
If something terrible was really dormant here, and they stayed here for a day and spent a night, why didn't anything happen?
He stood up, feeling a little cold in his body.
When he looked down, he was shocked to realize that his clothes were torn into strips during the battle.
It can barely cover the private parts.
"Wait for me here while I go get the spiritual essence liquid."
When he spoke, the tattered clothes on his body were shattered into pieces by him. He took out a set of green shirts and prepared to put them on.
Unexpectedly, Mu Xuelan suddenly turned around when she heard him saying that she was going to get the spiritual marrow liquid.
Immediately, she was stunned, her alluring face, and her icy muscles quickly turned red.
"You... are obscene!"
She bit her lip and hurriedly closed her eyes.
Jun Wuxie was stunned.
He really didn't expect Mu Xuelan to turn around suddenly.
Hearing her words, I couldn't help but feel a little funny.
He was about to put on his clothes immediately, but at this moment he stopped and walked in front of her very naturally.
"Let me tell you, Master Mu, in the Secret Realm of Passion Tribulation, on July 749, do we have any secrets about each other's bodies? You don't need to react so fiercely, right?"
Mu Xuelan thought he had already put on his clothes. When she heard this, she suddenly opened her eyes in anger.
Suddenly, her beautiful eyes with evil aura were instantly replaced by shock and sluggishness.
Right in front of her, less than half a foot away!
This man has no clothes on! !
What made her most ashamed and angry was that she was sitting on the ground and this man was standing.
"ah!!"
She reacted and screamed.
A cold light flashed in her hand, and there was a sword glowing with icy blue light. It slashed at the place where she was so ashamed and angry that she had been living and breathing for forty-nine days.
"I X!"
Jun Wuxie was so shocked that he retreated several meters and put on his clothes in an instant.
"Mu Xuelan, are you too cruel?"
A chill ran down his spine and he broke into a cold sweat.
Although even if he is beheaded, with his powerful body, he can still grow back when he enters the realm of the Holy Sect.
But for men, this kind of thing is absolutely unacceptable.
What's more, the one who took action was the woman he had slept with before.
"You deserve it, little pervert, if you keep doing this, I'll castrate you!"
Mu Xuelan gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing with shame and anger.
"You are too cruel." Jun Wuxie shook his head and said, "You'd better not figure it out. If you figure it out one day and are willing to be my woman, I will hold a grudge and I will train you well then. Ichiban.”
"Jun Wuxie, you little thief, why don't you die!"
Mu Xuelan threw the sword in her hand at him in anger.
The sword flashed with icy blue light and flew straight between his legs.
Jun Wuxie stretched out two fingers to clamp the sword and put away his teasing smile.
He walked up to her, placed the sword next to her, and said, "Okay, stop making trouble and wait here for me to come back."
Mu Xuelan was so angry that her heart suffocated.
Who is causing the trouble?
Does this guy really want to piss her off?
Jun Wuxie ignored her reaction and turned around to walk towards the top of the mountain.
As soon as he took a step, a snow-white and crystal clear hand tightly grabbed the corner of his clothes.
"What's wrong?"
He turned around and looked at Mu Xuelan in surprise.
She said coldly: "You need to heal your injuries now, not take the [Spirit Marrow Liquid]. It's not too late to take it after the injury is healed!"
"How can that be done?" Jun Wuxie grabbed her hand, pulled the corner of his clothes out of her hand bit by bit, and said, "Although those Holy Sects and Beast Kings have left, it is difficult to guarantee that they will not return again. return."
"You don't know how many Holy Sects have come from various forces. Although most of them have been buried in the secret realm of the Three Disasters and Seven Tribulations, there are definitely more than just those alive. Once they meet and gather people, they will most likely return here."
"It's okay if you don't heal your wounds. Just bring the soul amulet."
"Are you kidding? Your soul is so weak now. Without the soul amulet, do you know that you will die on this mountain?"
"Then you send me down the mountain."
"What if those people come back when I am getting the [Spiritual Essence Liquid]? Won't you have to fall into their hands? When the time comes, they will use you to force me, and both of us will be ruined..."
Having said this, he looked at Mu Xuelan with strange eyes: "You can't bear to let me suffer the pain of soul tearing?"
"You are so sentimental!" Mu Xuelan glanced at him coldly, turned her back to him, and said coldly: "I wish you could die on the top of the mountain!"
"I said Lord Mu, I just protected you twice. You must not be moved by this, hahaha!"
Jun Wuxie smiled and strode towards the top of the mountain.
Mu Xuelan gritted her teeth and was so angry that she wanted to stamp her feet, but as soon as she raised her feet, she froze.
"How could I subconsciously act like a little girl?"
She was stunned by her own reaction, and slowly put her foot down, dazed for a moment.
After not hearing Jun Wuxie's voice for a long time, she couldn't help but turn around and saw that Jun Wuxie had walked far away.
He has now reached the highest position he reached yesterday.
By the time he got here, his body was shaking a little and he was covered in sweat.
The power of refining the soul is like a thousand knives cutting into the soul, causing severe pain.
The top of the mountain is only a few hundred meters away.
But with each step, the pain deepens.
Five hundred meters.
Four hundred meters.
Three hundred meters.
…
The distance was getting closer and closer, and his steps were getting harder and harder. With every step he took, his body was spasming and twitching.
My whole head felt like it was about to burst.
Because her back was turned, Mu Xuelan couldn't see how scary he looked at the moment.
His facial features were severely distorted, his face was ferocious, and his eyes almost bulged out.
When we were only two hundred meters away from the top of the mountain.
He could no longer stand upright due to the unbearable pain, and his whole body was rickets.
But he still gritted his teeth and climbed up step by step.
The distance is shortened meter by meter.
When he was only a hundred meters away, he was completely unable to stand.
The huge pain caused his facial features to almost twist together.
He lay on the ground, feeling not only the pain of being cut by thousands of knives, but also the pain of being burned by flames.
These two kinds of severe pain were intertwined, making him unable to restrain himself from letting out a low roar of pain.
He firmly grasped his scalp with one hand, and embedded the five fingers of his other hand deeply into the bluestone steps, crawling up bit by bit.
His head was so painful that blood oozed from every pore.
Blood was pouring from the ears, eyes, nose, and mouth.
"Little thief, come back quickly!"
Mu Xuelan's voice trembled.
She knows best how terrible the pain of soul tearing is.
At that time, when she was about 500 meters away from the top of the mountain, the feeling made her feel extremely terrifying.
Jun Wuxie, who did not have the soul protection talisman, was currently only about a hundred meters away from the top of the mountain.
The pain of refining the soul is infinitely more terrifying than when it is five hundred meters away from the top of the mountain.
Faced with so many battles between the Beast King and the Holy Sect, he fought until his body almost disintegrated, without making a sound or falling down.
But now, it hurts so much that I can't stand!
…
However, Jun Wuxie ignored her and continued to crawl towards the top of the mountain.
As the distance shortens step by step.
The blood vessels in his body burst due to the severe pain, and blood spurted out from every pore in his body, leaving traces of blood along the way.
"It's close. If you keep persisting, we'll be there..."
Jun Wuxie gritted his teeth, and with tenacity and will that no one else could imagine, he endured the pain of soul splitting, tearing and burning, and crawled with great difficulty.
Thirty meters.
Twenty meters.
Ten meters.
…
The closer you get to the stone tank containing [Spirit Marrow Liquid], the more terrifying the power of soul refining becomes.
The pores on his body burst out into large amounts of blood mist, which was too horrible to look at.
The various internal organs began to fail due to the severe pain that exceeded the endurance limit of living beings.
