Chapter 115 9th Transformation
Because Mo Zhifei transferred internal energy to Ye Wenjing, and he had also taken the Withering and Flourishing Curse.
Although Ye Wenjing managed to save his life temporarily, his meridians were damaged.
At this moment, he could no longer withstand Mo Zhifei's domineering and powerful true energy.
Although he was awake temporarily, Ye Wenjing, who was leaning on Jiang Lingyin's arms, still couldn't resist the power raging in his body.
His face suddenly turned red and a dull sound came from his throat.
Immediately afterwards, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.
The blood was like a shocking red line, drawing an arc in the air.
Then it splashed onto Jiang Lingyin's white clothes, and instantly bright red flowers bloomed.
Ye Wenjing's body was shaking violently, as if being tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, twitching in pain.
Blood continued to flow out from the corners of his mouth, flowing down his chin and dripping onto the ground, forming a small, glaring pool of blood.
Jiang Lingyin watched this scene in horror, hugging Ye Wenjing tightly with both hands, trying to give him some support and comfort.
Ye Wenjing's eyes were wide open, filled with pain.
His breathing became rapid and disordered, and every breath seemed like a difficult battle.
"puff……"
Ye Wenjing spat out another large mouthful of blood, which even contained some black blood clots, making it look particularly terrifying.
His body gradually went limp, as if all his strength had been drained away at this moment.
Jiang Lingyin's tears burst out instantly.
She shouted Ye Wenjing's name at the top of her lungs: "Ye Wenjing, Ye Wenjing, you can't be in any trouble, you must hold on!"
Ye Wenjing's face became paler and paler, and the blood that kept gushing out seemed to take away the warmth of his life.
His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but only weak and vague sounds came out.
Jiang Lingyin hurriedly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with her sleeve.
But the blood kept flowing and could not be wiped clean.
Her tears dripped onto Ye Wenjing's face, mixing with his blood.
"Ye Wenjing, don't scare me, please, don't leave me."
Jiang Lingyin's voice was filled with endless fear and pleading.
At this time, Sang Tao and Lan Xie were also extremely anxious.
Sang Tao's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief and anxiety: "How could this happen? Didn't Senior Mo already transfer his inner strength to him?"
Lan Xie frowned and clenched his fists: "Senior Mo's internal strength is too overbearing. The general has been poisoned by Wu Ye Ti, and his meridians have been damaged. I'm afraid he can't bear it."
Sang Tao was so anxious that he was spinning in circles: "What should we do now? Should we just watch..."
He didn't dare to say the following words, as if it were a terrible curse.
Lan Xie took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down: "Now everything depends on Lu Tinglin."
Jiang Lingyin hugged Ye Wenjing tightly: "Don't scare me..."
Ye Wenjing started coughing violently again, and more blood spurted out of his mouth.
His consciousness gradually became blurred, his body completely lost strength, and he fell into a coma again.
Jiang Lingyin felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife.
I thought a year or so would be more than enough time to detoxify.
But who would have thought...
For her, Ye Wenjing risked everything to open up the acupuncture points.
now……
There are nine days left in ten...
Where is Su Wanyin hiding?
Just when Jiang Lingyin, Sang Tao and Lan Xie were at a loss.
There was a knock on the door suddenly.
When Sang Tao opened the door, he found it was Mo Zhifei.
He asked, "What can I do for you, Senior Mo?"
Mo Zhifei ignored him.
Instead, he came directly to Jiang Lingyin.
He handed a white jade bottle to Jiang Lingyin.
"Here, take the Nine Revolutions Pill you asked for and help that kid named Ye rebuild his meridians so that his vital energy can flow and protect his heart meridians."
Jiang Lingyin wiped her tears, took it and was stunned.
"Thank you, Senior Mo. However, this Nine Revolutions Pill is extremely precious. Why did you just give me a bottle?"
Mo Zhifei rolled his eyes at Jiang Lingyin: "You little loser! It's not difficult to make this thing."
After saying that, Mo Zhifei left Ye Wenjing's room without looking back.
"Thank you, senior!" Jiang Lingyin was overjoyed.
Jiang Lingyin hurriedly said, "Lan Xie, hurry up and help Ye Wenjing."
Lan Xie quickly stepped forward and carefully helped Ye Wenjing sit up.
Jiang Lingyin's hands trembled slightly as she poured out a Nine Revolutions Pill from the white jade bottle.
She gently opened Ye Wenjing's clenched teeth, her movements as gentle as if she was treating a rare treasure.
She brought the pill close to Ye Wenjing's mouth and slowly put it in.
As soon as the pill touched Ye Wenjing's mouth, it melted instantly.
Jiang Lingyin stared at Ye Wenjing intently, her eyes full of concern and expectation.
She murmured softly: "Ye Wenjing, you must get better, you must..."
However, after taking the Nine Revolutions Pill, it needs to be guided by someone with deep internal strength, otherwise it will cause blood vessels to burst.
After Jiang Lingyin absorbed the spiritual power of the jade bead, she became the one with the strongest internal strength among all the people present. Even Mo Zhifei could not compare to her.
Jiang Lingyin asked Sang Tao and Lan Xie to guard the door.
She supported Ye Wenjing, sat cross-legged on the bed, and prepared to guide the true energy for Ye Wenjing.
Ye Wenjing's body began to tremble, his brows were tightly furrowed, and the muscles on his face were twisted in pain.
The meridians began to reshape under the effect of the Nine Revolutions Pill, and it was a severe pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.
It was as if countless sharp knives were cutting into his meridians.
Every inch of skin and every cell is suffering unspeakable torture.
Ye Wenjing let out a low groan from his throat, and sweat rolled down his forehead like a rainstorm, soaking his clothes in an instant.
His hands were clenched into fists, his nails dug deep into his palms, and blood oozed from between his fingers.
But he seemed to be unaware of anything, because the pain of his meridians being reshaped had occupied all his senses.
Jiang Lingyin could feel Ye Wenjing's pain, and her heart was also in pain.
But she knew that she could not have the slightest hesitation or soft-heartedness at this moment and had to concentrate on guiding her true energy.
Inside Ye Wenjing's body, the meridians were like reforged steel, constantly deforming and reshaping under the fierce fire and hammering.
Every change brought a piercing pain, his body twitched involuntarily, and his teeth chattered.
"what……"
Ye Wenjing finally couldn't help but let out a long howl of pain.
The voice was full of pain and struggle.
Jiang Lingyin held his hand tightly, trying to give him some strength and comfort.
Time passed minute by minute, and Ye Wenjing's pain seemed to show no sign of easing.
His face was sometimes as pale as paper, sometimes as red as blood, and his breathing became disordered.
However, in this endless pain, Ye Wenjing's meridians gradually became strong and unobstructed.
The true energy flowed smoothly in his body, repairing the damaged areas.
Finally, Ye Wenjing's body gradually calmed down and his breathing became steady.
Jiang Lingyin breathed a sigh of relief.
Ye Wenjing has temporarily passed the dangerous period.