500 Blood Mist Wasteland

Giant island.

Blood mist.

Huangfu Bing'er escorted the guards with two ice spirit flying swords. He hugged Ye Qin who had fainted in his arms and flew quickly in the vast blood mist.

"call!"

The rock fire butterfly wings slapped, leaving a faint red light in the sky, flying hundreds of feet away. It constantly changes directions to avoid being tracked.

Huangfu Binger looked at Ye Qin in his arms nervously, with a beautiful face full of anxiety and worry.

Suddenly thinking of something, she quickly took out a Vajra cover talisman from the storage bag, slapped Ye Qin's chest, and blessed a golden body protective light shield on Ye Qin's body.

Ye Qin's body was shining with golden light, and he immediately repelled the blood mist around him.

This blood mist is a blood-colored mist spit out by the blood mist demon insect. It has a strong erosion and can erode the body and magic power.

This erosion of blood mist poses a serious threat to low-level monks, but it is not a big problem for Jindan monks.

However, Ye Qin fainted now, but was unable to resist. He had to use amulets to protect his body from the erosion of blood mist.

As early as Ye Qin fought against the first attack of the Green Robe Ancestor, he suffered considerable internal injuries.

The second attack of the Green Robe Ancestor attacked him again. Although the power was shared by the other treasure hunters, Ye Qin, who was at the center of the attack, still suffered a huge impact from the Green Evil Sword. Under the bombardment of the flying sword, he fainted from the seriously injured.

"I don't know how my husband is injured...!"

Huangfu Binger was extremely worried.

But she didn't dare to stop and investigate Ye Qin's injuries, and flew towards the center of the giant island. If she was caught up by the Green-robed Ancestor and the Maranto Island evil cultivator, she would be unable to fight with her own strength.

In a short while, Huangfu Bing'er had already flown into the blood mist for nearly a hundred miles, but she had no intention of stopping.

Suddenly, a huge pressure in the sky suddenly blessed Huangfu Binger, pulling her down from the sky to the ground.

"There is a forbidden air formation in this ancient ruin!?"

Huangfu Binger's face changed drastically. With her mid-stage Jindan cultivation, she didn't even have the power to resist.

She immediately reacted.

Such power must be the forbidden air formation set up by the Nascent Soul monk.

Huangfu Binger dared not resist this huge pressure. She quickly fell down and fell on the ground in a small camp ruins.

As soon as she landed, she couldn't help but vomited a large mouthful of blood and her face was pale.

The Green Robe Ancestor's shocking sword killed and injured more than a dozen golden elixir monks, including her, and was also affected by the Green Evil Sword.

But she was far from Ye Qin who was attacking the Green Evil Sword, and was seriously injured.

Huangfu Bing'er fell on the ruins and ignored his minor injuries. Her jade hands quickly slapped Ye Qin's chest. A warm magic power was input into various meridians in his body, quickly repairing the severely damaged meridians.

Ye Qin was stimulated by external magic power, but suddenly coughed, coughed up a mouthful of blood, opened his eyes, and woke up.

"Husband, you're awake!"

When Huangfu Binger saw Ye Qin wake up, she was immediately surprised and looked at him nervously.

"Well. Bing'er, here is the depth of the blood mist?"

Ye Qin looked around quickly.

Wherever his eyes were, there was a camp ruins shrouded in blood mist, and he could only see clearly the scene about two or three miles around the camp ruins.

The ruins of the ancient battlefield of this giant island are said to have been a temporary camp for monks in the East China Sea. Civil engineering was built here, so naturally a large number of city walls were left behind.

In the distance, there is an endless wasteland.

Many desolate ruins and ruins are looming, and only the outlines can be vaguely seen. On the wasteland, rocks and rotten wood are shrouded in thick blood mist, and they look dark and bloody.

Inside and outside the ruins of the camp, the remains of various creatures were scattered.

Most of the wreckage that has been old has turned into powder and shattered as soon as it is touched.

There are also some waste flying swords, magic weapon fragments, etc. around these wreckage, but they have long lost their spiritual energy and are dim and light, just like those wreckage, they are worthless.

Inside and outside the ruins of the camp, between the wreckage and rocks, there were some withered plants and trees, mostly gray and black. There were also a few bright red plants and trees, emitting strange blood dizziness, which made people feel intimidated when they saw it and dare not touch it.

The walls of the ruins of the camp were covered with dense wormhole holes as big as fists, and inside and outside the hole, there were a large amount of dry dark red viscous liquid.

"The holes in the stone wall of this ruin should be the nest of the Blood Mist Demon Worm! Fortunately, the nests are all empty, otherwise it would be a problem!"

Ye Qin was slightly stunned, but he didn't have the heart to pay attention to these things now.

Huangfu Binger also quickly looked at the surrounding environment.

What shocked her was that her spiritual sense could only detect the surrounding two or three hundred feet in the blood mist. No matter how far she was, it would be completely ineffective.

Twenty or thirty treasure hunters who fled from outside the giant island to the blood mist have disappeared from the blood mist and are missing.

Huangfu Binger could no longer see any other monks within his field of vision, and his spiritual sense could not detect where they were.

"We have entered the island, about a hundred miles of blood mist. Other treasure hunters don't know where they are in the ruins. The ruins are full of dangers and are not safe."

Huangfu Binger said this and asked, "How is your injury? It is best to repair the injury in the shortest time, otherwise it would be very dangerous in this ancient ruin."

"Let me take a closer look!"

Ye Qin sat cross-legged and meditated, searched his spiritual sense, opened his eyes, and saw Huangfu Binger's nervous expression, and shook his head and said, "The main meridians are shaking seventeen places! The second meridians are shaking one hundred and sixty-three places. Now he can only barely mobilize a small part of the weak magic power in his body, and temporarily loses the power of fighting... Fortunately, although the main meridians are shaking, they can be repaired, and it only takes time."

"Um."

Huangfu Binger nodded, and finally let go of her fearful heart.

Injuries such as meridian cleavage are definitely serious for ordinary monks. They need to cultivate for at least one or two months and use high-quality elixirs and elixirs to cure the injuries.

Moreover, even if the injury is healed, it is likely to leave sequelae. Once the meridians are permanently damaged, it will affect the future cultivation progress speed and the speed of fighting spell casting.

However, it is not a big problem for her and Ye Qin.

Because she and Ye Qin are both rare alchemy masters in the East China Immortal Cultivation World. On weekdays, in addition to refining spiritual pills that increase their cultivation energy, the one they have refined the most is the spiritual pills used to heal injuries.

Especially Ye Qin, he has been able to refine the ninth-level healing spirit pill.

In the East China Sea Immortal Cultivation World, even if the Nascent Soul Cultivator is injured, most of them use this level of spiritual pill to repair serious injuries.

After Ye Qin checked his injuries, he did not delay. He took out a green gourd from the storage bag and poured out a pigeon egg-sized milky yellow pill with rich spiritual energy and a faint fragrance. He swallowed it directly into his mouth and slowly sent it to his mouth.

This is the "Guizumari Suspension Pill" he personally refined to heal the wound. It repairs the traumatized meridians and has excellent results.

"It takes three days to repair all the wounded meridians by taking this Turtle Marrow Restoration Pill. However, I completely entered a state of sleep with the foundation-building chapter of "Sitting and Forgetful Meridians". In this way, the time required to repair the meridians can be greatly shortened."

Ye Qin thought for a while and said calmly.

"How long does it take to sleep to repair the meridians and wake up?"

Huangfu Binger asked hurriedly.

"It probably takes about one day to repair all the meridians."

Ye Qindao.

"One day, no problem!"

Huangfu Binger's eyes were firm.

"Okay. On this blood mist wasteland, this small camp ruin can hide and hide from sight. I sleep here for a day, striving to repair my meridians in the shortest time. Unless other monks lean into this camp ruin, it is difficult to find that there are people hidden here! However, this ancient ruin is extremely dangerous. Until now, we don't know what kind of ghost cultivators are there in this ancient ruin, and monsters appear, so try to make more preparations!"

Ye Qin is not an indecisive person either.

This ancient ruin is indeed inexplicable.

Once he sleeps deeply, he will most likely die in the deep sleep and will never wake up again.

However, if he does not repair the cleaved meridians as soon as possible in the shortest time, once danger strikes, he will also die due to excessive injuries.

Besides, how can you avoid danger when practicing in the world of immortal cultivation? If you want to be comfortable and absolutely safe, then don’t practice immortality. Otherwise, if you form a pill or a baby, any small heavenly tribulation or a great heavenly tribulation will be enough to destroy the monks.

Without enough experience, training the will to survive in desperate situations, struggle between life and death, and extremely skillful fighting methods, it is extremely difficult to resist this terrifying heavenly disaster.

Ye Qin found a hidden corner of the ruins of this small camp, as his hiding place to sleep, took out a spiritual beast bag on his waist and threw it out.

The rotten bone crocodile skeleton demon on the seventh level of the golden elixir crawled out of the spirit beast bag in a daze, and looked at Ye Qin with empty eyes.

Ye Qin directly used his spiritual sense to command it to protect him.

It lay on the ground, but turned its head and looked into the depths of the blood mist, and roared a few low voices. It seemed to be alert that there was something extremely dangerous in the depths of the blood mist.

There is also a silver armor guard in Ye Qin's storage bag.

This silver armor guard was controlled by a puppet secret technique. This puppet secret technique was obtained from several drawings of refining that the Yin family sold to him by the direct descendant of the Holy Emperor.

Ye Qin taught Huangfu Binger the secret technique of the Silver Armor Guard.

Huangfu Binger understands the secret technique of puppets and can control this silver armor guard.

But driving this mitril silver puppet consumes the best spirit stone. It cannot be used easily unless it is a critical moment of life and death.

Ye Qin sat cross-legged in a corner of the camp, closed his eyes and ran the "Sitting and Forgotten Sutra" ***, forcing himself to enter a deep sleep. With the help of the Turtle Marrow Pill, he repaired the injured meridians in his body to the greatest extent. He would not wake up on his own initiative until the meridians were repaired.

After a short moment, Ye Qin fell asleep.

Huangfu Binger closed her eyes and focused her mind, quietly guarding a corner of the camp ruins, beside Ye Qin, focusing on the movements on the blood mist wasteland.

One hour, two hours, time passes silently.
Chapter completed!