Chapter 1560: Strong wine!

Fortunately, he is, and so is he in the valley of this wild star.

The ninth sharp piercing penetrated the entire spine of Qingshui's back and did not appear half an inch, and it went deep into it, and even the wound could not be seen, as if it had grown out of thin air.

Qingshui, who was unconscious, still had pain and twisted on her face, but at the same time, there was a hint of relief and happiness. This relief was because of Wang Lin, and this happiness was also because of Wang Lin.

After a brief breath, Wang Lin's tired expression slightly dissipated. He took a deep breath, helped up the unconscious Qingshui, and fixed his back to him, his eyes as if lightning were on his eyes, staring at his thin back.

The spine on his back was bulging, looking shocking.

After a long time, Wang Lin looked solemn, slowly raised his right hand, and slowly pressed his index finger on the spine of Qingshui's back, as if looking for something. His brows were frowning tightly, as if thinking.

"Fortunately, it has not been completely integrated with its spine. If it is a little longer, once it is completely integrated, then the thorn will never be removed... It seals the body and the soul of Senior Brother Qingshui. Even if it is changed to another body, it will be like this..." Wang Lin's index finger suddenly moved and directly pierced into the first spine on Qingshui's back.

Qingshui shook her body, opened her eyes, gritted her teeth, and prevented the pain from spreading.

"Senior brother, the pain of this ninth thorn will be more severe than the previous eight..." Wang Lin spoke softly.

"I have been suffering all my life and I am used to it." Qingshui's voice was hoarse, but calm and without any fluctuations.

There was sadness in Wang Lin's eyes. After sighing softly, he stopped hesitating and whispered: "Hold on."

As he said that, his right hand suddenly went deeper inward, directly breaking through the flesh and blood on Qingshui's back, stabbing into his spine, and his fingers were like lightning, and he suddenly pinched inward.

Immediately, a weak sharp thorn was pinched directly by Wang Lin's fingers.

Qingshui's face was pale and cold sweat came out, but he gritted his teeth tightly, turning the pain into a flame of hatred and burned in his eyes.

Wang Lin pinched the weak sharp thorn and slowly pulled it outward. This feeling was like being used to pulp extraction. The pain was rarely tolerated by anyone.

Wang Lin's expression was extremely solemn, not letting his fingers tremble at all. He pinched the sharp thorn and slowly pulled it out. Every time he pulled it out an inch, Qingshui would tremble and let out a muffled groan. His hands held the ground tightly and directly grabbed the deep pit.

Wang Lin could not see Qingshui's expression, and he devoted all his energy to those fingers. As he slowly pulled it up, he always maintained a slow speed. He did not dare to be too violent. The sharp thorns were soft. Although they did not fully merge with Qingshui's spine, they also merged most of them. In this way, he had to be more careful.

Time passed, and the ninth sharp thorn was very long. In half of the incense stick, Wang Lin pulled out most of it. Sweat was left on his forehead, but he ignored it and kept looking at the sharp thorn.

The sharp thorn that was pulled out was black all over, and a large amount of black blood dripped on the ground, making a whispering sound.

"Turn out at once!" Qingshuijing's voice seemed to squeeze out from the gaps of teeth and came into Wang Lin's ears.

Wang Lin was silent. In an instant, his right hand pulled out hard with a thrust. With a scream, he completely pulled out the prickly from Qingshui's spine. Black blood was sprayed, and Qingshui even sprayed a mouthful of blood. The high bulging spine on his back slowly calmed down in the strange wriggling.

A violent gasp came from Qingshui's mouth. His eyes turned red and it took him a long time to calm down. He pinched his hands and began to meditate and breathe.

Wang Lin looked pale, threw the Nali thorn and meditated with his eyes closed, pulling out the ninth thorn. He felt it as if he was pulling out his bone marrow again. Although the pain was not as strong as Qingshui's endurance.

Half an hour later, Wang Lin opened his eyes.

"Senior brother, the last one..." Wang Lin spoke softly.

Qingshui slowly exhaled, turned to Wang Lin, silently looked at the junior brother in front of him, looking at his tired expression, and looking at the red and dry blood all over his body, his eyes were soft.

"You have grown up..." Qingshui smiled. The junior brother in front of him was no longer the little monk who needed to stand in front of him and block the wind and rain, but became a generation of strong men who could shake the starry sky.

Wang Lin looked at Qingshui and smiled. Although this smile was exhausted, it showed his true happiness.

"Are you wine?" Qingshui waved his hands. His body had been imprisoned for many years, and he became a little unfamiliar at this moment.

Wang Lin nodded, raised his right hand and grabbed it. A storage crack appeared and a wine pot flew out from it.

Qingshui laughed, grabbed the wine pot, put it in his mouth and took a big sip. The spicy feeling spread throughout his body, making him breathe a long time and handed the wine pot to Wang Lin.

After Wang Lin took it, he put it to his mouth and drank a big mouthful. A hot feeling came from his body. He looked at Qingshui and laughed at the same time.

The two laughed very happily. There were few such cheerful and heroic laughter in Qingshui, as did Wang Lin.

"After taking out this thorn, I can recover my cultivation and improve a lot more! The origin of killing, the origin of killing..." Qingshui said, with a flash of sadness, but he hid it deeply, took the wine pot from Wang Lin's hand and took another sip.

"Come on, take out the last thorn!" Qingshui put down the wine pot, his eyes shining. He looked like this and made Wang Lin vaguely see Qingshui from that time!

"This last sharp thorn is in the blood vessels all over your body! This thorn is probably the longest!" Wang Lin looked at the bulging objects in the blood vessels on Qingshui's body and slowly spoke.

"From here, I remember that this stinger entered from here." Qingshui's eyes were contemplating, and after concentrating for a moment, he raised his right hand to the heart of his chest. Under his finger, a bloody scar immediately appeared on his chest, and the blood and flesh inside separated, revealing the blue blood vessels below.

Taking a deep breath, Qingshui pinched it hard without thinking, and the blood vessel was actually pulled out of the wound by him. His expression was calm and he could not see any pain, but the contraction of his pupils was enough to show how deep the pain was at the moment.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, raised his right hand and waved it forward, directly cutting off the blood vessel that was coming out of Qingshui's chest. As soon as the blood was about to spray, Wang Lin immediately used the seal to solidify one end. Then he went deep into the blood vessel at the other end and pinched it inward as it expanded.

As if he had grabbed something, Wang Lin suddenly pulled out, and Qingshui's body trembled sharply before. His face that had just recovered was pale, but he gritted his teeth and lowered his head, staring at the blood vessels in his chest. Under Wang Lin's pull, half of the purple sharp thorn was pulled out!

Nali thorns are softer, like a snake, and are still twisting when they are caught halfway.

Every time he twisted, the cold sweat on Qingshui's forehead would be more, so he simply grabbed the wine pot next to him and put it in his mouth and took a big sip again.

The moment he drank this sip of wine, Wang Lin pinched the purple thorn with his right hand and pulled it out hard. The thorn was twisted and pulled out directly seven feet long. Qingshui's face turned blue, his lips trembled, and a low roar came from his mouth. He stared at the sky tightly, and the anger in his eyes burned again. In the severe pain, the wine pot he grabbed with his right hand was crushed directly, and the wine inside it sprayed and landed around.

"Wang Lin, do you have any spirits..."

Wang Lin raised his left hand with his left hand and grabbed it. A green wine pot appeared. It was not wine, but the flame dragon blood given by the old Zhuque!

This blood is very strong!

Qingshui took the wine pot and put it in his mouth to drink it. He took a long breath and laughed: "It's a fishy smell, but it's also sweet. This is not wine, it's obviously blood, but this blood wine is strong enough! Wang Lin, pull out all the sharp thorns!"

Wang Lin's eyes were solemn, and he grabbed the two fingers of the Lits and pulled them out suddenly. Under Qingshui's low roar, he pulled out most of them! Countless blue veins in Qingshui's body bulged, and they gathered towards his chest as they wriggled.

Even as Wang Lin pulled, the solidified cultivation level in Qingshui's body loosened, and a evil aura rose up in the sky, turning into rolling black clouds, and the murderous aura was extremely rich in this moment!

Black snow slowly fell from the clouds and drifted across the earth.

"You have a rest, I will do it myself." Qingshui's eyes flashed with cold light, and she stood up directly, put the wine pot in her right hand beside her mouth and took a sip. She raised her hand with her left hand and grabbed the purple thorn on her chest, and pulled it outwards.

With a bang, the blue veins that were squirming all over his body became even more intense, and the purple thorn was suddenly pulled out by Qingshui.

"I have sealed this Immortal Lord for the past few years. Today, you will come out for me!" Qingshui's voice was extremely cold, as if he didn't care about the pain. He grabbed the last piece of purple thorn in his chest. After a thrust, he pulled the thorn in half by him!

The half of the disconnected blood vessels immediately contracted, as if he wanted to return to the blood vessels to hide. Qingshui didn't even look at it. After throwing away the sharp thorn in his hand that was twisted like a snake, his fingers became a sword, and a shocking breath of killing origin suddenly filled his mind. His fingers instantly pressed into the blood vessel in his chest.

"Since you don't want to come out, then die in my body!" The moment Qingshui's two fingers fell, the black snow that was descending from heaven and earth came quickly and headed straight to his chest. The origin of killing that moved Wang Lin was rushing into the blood vessels in his body with Qingshui's two fingers.

A bang sound continued to come from Qingshui's body, and the wriggling blue veins on his body immediately sounded like screams, and it soon calmed down, but the sharp thorn that looked like a living creature was directly killed by Qingshui's killing source in an instant.

Qingshui's body shook, and she opened her mouth and spewed out a large piece of black blood. Her thin body expanded directly, slowly growing flesh and blood, returning to what she was like back then.

At this moment, the origin of killing in his body exploded and suddenly became shocking. The sky and the earth were instantly pitch black. Under the black snowflakes, an illusory gate suddenly appeared at the end of the sky!
Chapter completed!