Chapter 50 Back to the Spirit

The old man put his hands around one person and flew to the base camp of the spiritual tribe.

"Stand!" Tali stood in front of the old man, constantly gathering her true desire to stop the three people opposite, and her enchanting body looked so thin in front of the old man in the first-class spiritual realm.

"Demon girl, get out of here!" An angry shout mixed with strong spiritual power swept to the direction of Tali, who quickly operated Zhenqi and wanted to stabilize her body, but in the face of the spiritual master, all her defenses were useless. Even if the old man only shouted an angry voice, Talley still weakly retreated a few steps.

Finally, the figure of the three gradually disappeared here. Ling Xing showed a comfortable smile. His body gradually became blurred, and the golden halo kept dissipating in the air.

Qingyuan gave up chasing Mu Chen and the other three. He had to admit that he was not the current opponent of Ling Xing, and Ling Xing would not take the initiative to attack, which would only make his body be swallowed up faster.

"The third-class spiritual realm is already very strong. There should be nothing you need in the Dora Mountains. Why stay here?" Ling Xing looked at Qingyuan and broke the silence here.

"I don't think it's necessary to tell you." Qingyuan opened the fan, and the gray-black arm originally wrapped in black mucus also turned back to its original whiteness. He twisted his neck and then said, "Anyway, you're going to die. Let me tell you, I'm really not interested in the Dora Mountains, but a very powerful man in the mainland of China needs something from the spiritual tribe. I'm just sent to carry out a mission."

"The Continent of Heaven..." Ling Xing was stunned. He didn't expect Qingyuan to be like this*. The mainland of China was too far away and mysterious for him and Mu Chen. Now a more powerful and terrible enemy has been established than Qingyuan. Ling Xing is indeed a little worried, but what can he do?

The body finally completely dissipated, and the gorgeous golden light shone in all directions. Ling Xing disappeared here, not leaving a trace of soul. Without the master's sustenance, it could only be scattered in the air and turned into invisible energy between heaven and earth.

In the spiritual tribe.

The three had just entered the door of the tribe, and the old man put down the two in his arms.

"Come on, find the best medical doctor in the tribe for me!" The old man gasped and shouted loudly. The lark looked at Mu Chen silently, with his hands tightly folded together and his teeth clenched on his red lips, hoping that the man could wake up earlier.

It seemed that she felt the girl's missing, and her closed eyes suddenly opened.

"Mu Chen, you woke up. Is there anything wrong with your body?" The lark quickly asked when he saw the situation.

Mu Chen did not answer, and his eyes were full of scarlet blood. He pushed away the lark who supported him and walked straight out of the tribe.

"Where are you going? Come back!" The patriarch quickly stood in front of Mu Chen and said harshly.

"Get out of the way." The red eyes looked at the old man, his whole body trembled, and his tone was a little murderous. The old man believed that the young man would take action against him without hesitation.

"You will die when you go, is that worthy of the sacrifice of Ling Xing?" The patriarch lowered his voice and roared at Mu Chen.

"I'll say it again, get out of the way." Mu Chen had no expression on his face, and his tone of voice was unprecedentedly cold, and the remaining true spirit was slowly condensed in his hand.

"No, please, please don't go." The lark suddenly hugged Mu Chen's waist tightly and cried in a low voice: "You will be killed. I don't want you to die."

"Give it away!" The turbid and purple true air suddenly burst out. The lark's hands holding him were shaken away in an instant, and his body lost its balance and couldn't help falling to the ground.

Mu Chen was about to rush outside the tribe. Suddenly, a severe pain came from his body. He wanted to hold on, but this feeling was really unbearable.

There was not much real qi in the body, and the power of the whole body was instantly drained, and the nerves in the mind were constantly painful, becoming more and more severe.

The patriarch who was going to stop Mu Chen didn't expect him to suddenly be like this, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

The severe pain keeps getting stronger, and there is no feeling of swelling pain. No, there is a kind of gas in my body. Through the detection of pride in the body, this inexplicable gas gradually comes to my mind. It is golden. This thing is a little familiar, but it does not originally exist in his body.

Because this airflow is in the body, the true qi begins to become chaotic, even beyond its own control. There is a trace of golden yellow, but it is full of rage. This kind of rage is very familiar, is it arrogant? No, but he is very arrogant. It should not be said that it is like another kind of ancient magic.

As if thinking of something, Mu Chen suddenly said, "Domineering!!!"

How can it be? How could Lingxing's domineering come to me? Can there be two ancient demons in a person's body at the same time?

There is only a trace of golden domineering, but if you feel it carefully, you can easily find that this golden domineering is slowly growing and constantly devouring the true qi in the body, but the speed of devouring is very slow, and even has no effect on the body at all.

Mu Chen forcibly operated his arrogance and suppressed the true qi in his body*. He, who was already empty in his body, is now extremely weak. Coupled with the severe pain just now, Mu Chen's head was dizzy and fell to the ground again.

At the moment of falling to the ground, the girl's crying voice echoed violently in his ear. It was a lark, but at this time, he didn't care about all this, and there was only one name in his mind - Ling Xing.

The mind is very heavy and heavy. Ling Xing's last-minute smile can't be dissipated in his mind for a long time, and the scene of meeting Ling Xing is constantly replayed in the dream.

Ling Xing, where are you going? Don't go. You are not Qingyuan's opponent and will be killed.

That year, we were still children and shoulder heavy burdens together. That year, we killed our enemies. That year, we calmed down the chaos of the princes, but now you are leaving...

I don't know how long it took, the heavy eyelids seemed to be weighing tens of millions of pounds. I woke up from a long sleep, but I couldn't open my eyes.

"Wrath." The sound of water sounded in his ears, and he tried his best to open his eyes, the familiar room and the familiar wooden house. This was the first time he came to the place where the spiritual tribe was located. He lay on the wood**. The girl on one side was slowly pouring the fried medicine, and the fragrance of herbs involuntarily penetrated into his nose.

The girl's grape-like eyes are full of fatigue, and the heavy dark circles are reflected around her eyes. Her lips are dry and pale, as if they may crack at any time, and her face has lost the ruddyness that a girl of this age should have.

"Ling, you have always been here to take care of me...?" Mu Chen said hard in a hoarse voice and sat up slowly. Although there would be some residual pain from all over his body, these were nothing for Mu Chen.

"You're awake!" The lark seemed to have closed his eyes at any time, and a sweet smile appeared on his face. Although the doctor had already told her that Mu Chen was fine, the lark still could not restrain his excitement when he woke up.

"How do you feel? Drink the medicine first, the medicine that has just been decocted." Lark quickly brought a bowl of water soaked in herbs to Mu Chen.

Looking at the table with a bowl of cold and exactly the same medicine containing herbs, a trace of apology suddenly rose in my heart: "You decoct the medicine like this every day. Your wound hasn't healed yet. You have been guarding me here. I really don't know how to repay you. Last time I took you..."

The white palm quickly covered Mu Chen's mouth: "The injury has not completely improved. You can't say too much."

Mu Chen nodded. What's the use of talking too much? After all, she can't make up for what she owes.

After drinking the medicine, Bailing smiled and said, "That's right. The doctor said that you should call him as soon as you wake up. He has prepared good supplements for you, so that your injury will get better soon."

After saying that, the lark ran out of the house.

Mu Chen sat alone and felt the situation in his body. What he cared about was not the injury, but the ancient magic that should not have remained in his body - domineering.

The lavender arrogance scattered in every vein of the body began to spread, chasing the golden footprint.