"What should we do? You can't be brave anymore!"
Mu Qing felt Murong Jing's determination when she finished speaking, and for a moment she really didn't know how to speak.
Not to mention defeating the power of these Shura, it is difficult to even block the influx of these powers into his body, because long ago, he found that the method of breathing food seemed to be unable to stop...
Murong Jing's eyes were bright and clear. After looking at Mu Qing, her face became more and more ugly, "Everything has a limit. Your body is not a magic weapon. Is there any other way?"
Mu Qing naturally knows the current situation. Although his body has barely adapted to the power of Shura, the amount it can hold is limited after all. Moreover, as the process progresses, the risk of physical collapse increases almost a hundred and a thousand times.
Mu Qing sat cross-legged on the ground. Although he wanted to tell Murong Jing not to worry, once the pressure of absorbing the power of Shura came back, he had no strength to speak at all and could only try his best to resist the changes in his body.
Now, he has to absorb and condense at the same time, but the gap between the speed of condensation and the speed of passive absorption has become wider and wider.
Mu Qing, who was fully focused on her body, didn't notice Murong Jing's movements at all. He felt that his body was like an alchemy furnace that had been burned by fire for a long time, but at this moment, the alchemy furnace was about to explode.
Only when the situation suddenly took a turn for the worse, would Mu Qing feel a hint of regret in his heart. However, his regret was not directed at his own choice. It was just because when he thought that Murong Jing was here and might witness some bad consequences, he felt as empty and sour as if he had been punched in the chest.
But Mu Qing would not know that when Murong Jing, who was standing in front of him, saw him closing his eyes and frowning and tightening his facial features to cover up the physical pain, the slightest trace of emotion in his heart was born from the inequality of love and dedication. Any hint of resentment had long since dissipated, and she walked up behind him with light steps and sat down cross-legged.
Murong Jing was now separated between Mu Qing and the stone tablet. Her straight back and the stone tablet were not even a finger's width apart. However, Murong Jing didn't even bother to adjust her position. After forcing herself to calm down, she raised her palms and pressed them against the stone tablet. Mu Qing's back.
Mu Qing, who was imagining himself as a cauldron for alchemy, felt that someone had lifted the heavy oppression, and subconsciously mobilized the turbid and painful currents in his body to rush along the outlet of his back.
Although she had expected it and tried her best to suppress it, when the power of Shura truly entered her body, Murong Jing still moaned softly.
Her voice directly touched Mu Qing's nerves, and he immediately tried to stop her, but to no avail.
As if sensing Mu Qing's mood, Murong Jing's voice was very soft: "Don't worry, I can also learn the breath-taking method you taught me."
Mu Qing was even more anxious, wondering if this would be possible.
The forces that exist naturally or create between heaven and earth also have different qualities.
The characteristics of some powers tend to be docile, such as the power of luck, but the current power of Shura, even if it is absorbed and refined by the method of breathing, if it is not Mu Qing's physique, or Bai Hao has practiced Gendi Here, the Taoist heart will be severely eroded, and the killing intention will dominate the actions at the least, and the mind will completely lose its rationality, become obsessed, and become a slave to killing.
Murong Jing had been tortured by the fire of karma, and finally gained a flawless Taoist heart. Mu Qing never wanted Murong Jing to be harmed, but now it was very difficult for him to open his lips to drink, let alone using secret methods to transmit sounds.
Because Mu Qing seemed to be competing with Murong Jing, using his own body as his territory, he began to condense the power of Shura crazily. At this moment, the power of Shura was condensed into red dots and immediately integrated into Mu Qing's body. The heart-wrenching pain in his flesh and blood made Mu Qing wonder several times whether it was really more painful than before, or because Murong Jing was behind him, and his ability to endure it had unknowingly decreased.
But as soon as he thought of the danger that Murong Jing would be in, Mu Qing was like a person who lost his way in the dark night. He knew that there would be dangers on the road ahead, but he still closed his eyes and ran forward.
There is a big gap between Murong Jing's Qi-eating method and Mu Qing's. It can only absorb and refine but not condense.
After competing with Mu Qing for half a stick of incense, she finally reached her limit. If she hadn't used her strong foundation in the early stages of transcendence and her Wushou state of mind after understanding her thoughts to persevere, she would have lost the ability to move.
Mu Qing tried several times to stop Murong Jing from continuing, but was ignored by Murong Jing with a refusal or even domineering attitude.
Murong Jing is not a little girl who needs protection. On the contrary, her will is even stronger than that of many men. However, after the two fell in love, she subconsciously weakened the sassy and majestic side of her character.
At this moment, although her face became paler due to the loss of blood and her insistence on going her own way, her beautiful eyes, which were slightly closed, became brighter.
What was a little regretful was that Mu Qing couldn't see how beautiful her face was when she was so serious about saving him.
Time is slowly passing away in this silent but firm affection.
When there was no trace of red-colored power around the two people, the fireworks at the base of the formation seemed to be repulsed by some invisible force, and actually flew a little towards the entrance of the passage.
The two people sitting cross-legged on the ground had their eyes closed, and a force was still circulating in their bodies, so no one spoke at this time.
The areas where Mu Qing's flesh and blood were exposed after being injured had a layer of bright red light that was different from the skin. And as Mu Qing's chest rose and fell gradually, this layer of bright red light also disappeared quickly. At the same time, the wounds on Mu Qing's body were also slowly disappearing. It is recovering at a terrifyingly fast speed.
"How are you doing?"
Murong Jing opened her eyes first, but her pale face was red from hot water, and her voice was extremely weak. She mentioned that Mu Qing shared at least one-third of the pressure, which was not easy for her, but she didn't care now. She only wanted to hear Mu Qing's response, so she asked again.
At this time, Mu Qing's silence was even more unbearable than the soft cry of pain that she had just suppressed. Murong Jing was about to let go of her hand and walked in front of Mu Qing. Mu Qing, who had been sitting cross-legged, remained cross-legged. Position, he sat face to face with her, and at the same time, his hands were as fast as lightning, directly grabbing her hands that were hanging down weakly, and interlocking with her fingers.
"you……"
Murong Jing was not on guard against Mu Qing. Her slender eyebrows trembled as she looked at Mu Qing, but her expression became stiff.
Mu Qing's skin in front of her was even more delicate and brighter than before, but her bright eyes were filled with red blood.
In such a pair of eyes, her pale and concerned face was not reflected, but there was endless killing intent, making Murong Jing's heart plummet into the ice cave.
