Chapter 442 I'll Drink Your Blood...

If you are not a king-level spiritual master, you are not qualified to learn, and you can't use it if you learn it.

Therefore, Jimo Ya never learned this kind of secret technique.

Jimo Ya's eyes were cold and his face was serious, "Your junior has thought it through."

Xue Lao saw that he was firm-willed, and that he wanted Huan Qingyan to regain his senses so that he could prepare medicinal food for him, so he thought about it and said, "Okay, old man, risking being punished by the old Jimo family." The risk of collective cutting is passed on to you, but you must be careful and careful..."

"Um."

But I saw Xuelao composed a thin book out of thin air with spiritual energy, and handed it to Jimoya.

Jimo Ya opened it up and wrote it down one by one, clearly in his heart.

Not long after, Jimo Ya closed his eyes and began to silently think about every step in his heart.

This kind of secret technique is undoubtedly too dangerous, no matter how careful you are, you can't be too careful.

After a while, Jimo Ya opened his eyes, calm and calm.

Xue Lao nodded secretly, this kid is indeed a genius among the geniuses of the human race, and few people can match this state of mind.

"If Old Xue doesn't mind, this junior will start now."

Xue Lao nodded, this place is actually good, no one disturbs. In addition, with him on the side, in case of any accident, maybe he can help.

Jimo Ya pulled Huan Qingyan over, stared at it for a while, took a deep breath, closed his eyes again, slowly stretched out a hand, and caressed Huan Qingyan's Baihui acupoint.

A trace of invisible spiritual power slowly invaded Huan Qingyan's mind.

...

In the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, it is boundless and boundless.

Suddenly, two strong senses of repulsion hit me head-on, very violent, and Jimo Ya's spirit was almost washed away...

Obviously, there are two repulsive forces!

Jimo Ya became more convinced of his guess.

How did this girl mess up, to allow another soul to live in her body, and she didn't reveal anything to him usually, it's really annoying, and it's not hateful.

A thought came out of Jimo Ya, and he tried to use the most insipid tone, "Little thing, it's me, don't be afraid."

The voice was neither loud nor soft, neither thick nor weak, neither too indifferent nor too passionate, so as not to arouse even stronger resistance.

One of the repelling forces hesitated for a while, as if it had weakened a little.

But another repulsive force has been strengthened even more.

A wisp of Jimo Ya's soul was wandering in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, he briefly thought about it, and first explored towards a place with a lower sense of repulsion.

It was also the first time for him to use this kind of soul-type secret method, and he didn't have much experience. Fortunately, he was very talented and insightful, and his first judgment was often extremely correct.

The sea of ​​consciousness is very wide, and Jimo Ya is trying to find the weak one against another repulsive force that is getting stronger and stronger.

Not long after, he vaguely saw a group of tiny spirits.

It can be vaguely discerned that it is a small figure, which seems to be squatting there unconsciously, with a blank face, missing arms and legs, and only half of the face left, like a damaged painting.

"Xiaoyan?" Seeing this, Jimo Ya only felt a slight prick in his chest.

Her soul was wounded like this!

It would be great if he found out what was wrong with her earlier, he couldn't help feeling extremely guilty and distressed.

The phantom with a broken face retreated a little because of the disturbance.

It seems to be afraid, and it seems to escape.

"Xiaoyan, I'm Jimo Ya. When you recover, I'll drink blood for you..." Jimo Ya coaxed softly in a gentle tone.