MTL - Marrying the Useless Man whose Spiritual Platform is Broken-Chapter 39 For students

The formation was interrupted.

Mu Qinglan was blown away by the slamming rune and hit the wall at the door. The food box in his hand fell to the ground, and the food that had been carefully prepared all morning rolled everywhere.

But she didn't care about these at all, and looked at Huo Jue with teary eyes.

The moment Huo Jue's fingers fell to the ground, countless runes swayed from his body, rushing out of his body with vitality—

The force of this crazily pulling away lifted Huo Jue from the wheelchair.

His limbs were soft, and his clothes seemed to be grabbed and lifted by invisible big hands, and his whole body was suspended in mid-air, like a puppet lifted by silk threads.

Red-golden runes continuously emerged from his body all over his body, which was the vitality that Mu Qinglan quietly provided him these days.

His meridians snapped destructively, and the half of his spiritual mansion, which he glued together, was like a mirror that was just pieced together and then shattered immediately, shattered so that it could never be reunited.

His face was sunken visible to the naked eye, and the look in his eyes quickly disappeared, like a starry sky covered by dark clouds, like a lamp that was blown out.

Mu Qinglan looked at the runes embracing vitality, and because the interrupted life-giving formation quickly flowed back towards her, the living-donor, she roared with rage: "Huo Jue!"

Mu Qinglan scrambled and ran to Huo Jue's side, just in time to catch Huo Jue's body that fell from mid-air.

Mu Qinglan was so heartbroken that she accidentally stepped on Huo Jue's severed finger. She couldn't stand still and fell to the ground together with Huo Jue.

Mu Qinglan got up and took a look at Huo Jue, almost going crazy on the spot.

In this instant, Huo Jue's black hair turned into an obscure gray, and his face was sunken like a living ghost.

Because of the backlash caused by forcibly interrupting the life supply formation, the vitality of his body was completely lost, and even his flesh and bones seemed to be taken away, and he became emaciated and terrifying.

"Huo Lang!" Mu Qinglan yelled like a cuckoo crying blood.

She didn't care about anything, mobilized the spiritual power in her body, and poured it into Huo Jue's body like crazy.

But Huo Jue is like a shriveled, rotten fruit that can no longer rejuvenate. Mu Qinglan's spiritual power is like a mud cow, and she can no longer rejuvenate Huo Jue.

Mu Qinglan was trembling, tears streaming down her cheeks, holding Huo Jue's body like a mummy, looking around in panic, shouting "Master" and "Qu Shuang".

But she knew that no one could save Huo Jue, no one could save Huo Jue!

Mu Qinglan looked at Huo Jue's severed fingers, her choked voice was pressed into her throat, and her throat hurt as if her throat had been strangled.

Huo Jue knows, Huo Jue knows...

How did Huo Jue know? !

Obviously there will be a few more days, and there will be a few more days, and Huo Jue will be saved when the Yanling Immortal Venerable sends the rebirth lotus!

Mu Qinglan hugged Huo Jue and howled hoarsely. Such a big movement alarmed the disciples outside the gate, and soon someone rushed in. Seeing Huo Jue's description, they were all burned inside.

"Young master!"

"What's wrong with the young master!"

Some disciples shouted: "Hurry up, go and invite Elder Yushan and Senior Sister!"

Mu Qinglan could no longer hear anything. In her eyes, Huo Jue looked like he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. His chest didn't rise and fall, and she didn't even dare to check if he was dead.

Mu Qinglan had never experienced such a feeling in her life. Like a nightmare, her whole body began to ache, as if her chest had been torn open by a ferocious beast, gnawing at her flesh and bones.

"Huo Lang," Mu Qinglan called out in a low voice.

Then, as if she remembered something, she summoned a vine from her cuff, cut off the cut, and stuffed it directly into Huo Jue's mouth.

The slurry that was too late to swallow flowed down Huo Jue's face and neck. Mu Qinglan adjusted his posture and saw that he seemed to have swallowed, and was immediately ecstatic!

When Duan Qinxuan and Qu Shuang rushed over, they saw Mu Qinglan weeping while hugging the emaciated Huo Jue.

"What's wrong with the young master?!" Qu Shuangfei rushed forward to inspect Huo Jue's injury.

Duan Qinxuan didn't come forward immediately, she is a cultivator in the Transcendent Realm, and she keenly sensed that something was wrong with the fragrance permeating the room.

She looked around vigilantly, and quickly locked on to the source of the strange fragrance of vegetation—Mu Qinglan.

Duan Qinxuan frowned tightly, she quickly opened her spiritual sense to investigate, but she couldn't detect anything strange about Mu Qinglan.

When the soft sword at her waist was about to be unsheathed, Mu Qinglan turned her head suddenly, and said in a hoarse voice with tears streaming down her face, "Master, save Huo Lang quickly, he is extremely decayed and is almost dead!"

Duan Qinxuan didn't care about anything, stepped forward, and raised his hand to pour spiritual power into Huo Jue's body.

"How did this happen? The young master was clearly fine just now, what happened!" Qu Shuang looked at Mu Qinglan and said, "Did someone sneak attack the young master?!"

Guan Zishi came a little later, and as soon as he entered the door, he smelled the smell in the air, and his expression changed.

Mu Qinglan was bleeding and injured before, and she would always try to cover up her smell, only revealing herself in front of Huo Jue. But now she is in a state of confusion, and her whole body is on the verge of collapse, so she can't care about covering up her aura that is different from ordinary people.

But Guan Zishi paused, and then sniffed carefully, but he couldn't smell any demonic aura at all.

Guan Zishi himself is a chalcedony spirit, he can tell that the source of these smells is Mu Qinglan, but he can't tell what she is.

Duan Qinxuan couldn't confirm it at all, so he didn't draw the sword out of its sheath. It's just that she frowned at Mu Qinglan while sending spiritual power to Huo Jue.

Qu Shuang was still screaming and screaming, Duan Qinxuan said: "You suspect that someone was assassinated, why don't you take the disciples to search!"

When Qu Shuang saw Guan Zishi also went to send spiritual power to Huo Jue, he was not cultivated enough, and he couldn't help much if he kept it, so he hurriedly led his disciples to chase after the non-existent assassin.

Only Mu Qinglan and the others were left in the room, and Mu Qinglan didn't hide any more, and said directly: "Master, Huo Lang was already in extreme decline almost a month ago, and he refused to tell anyone. Death will."

"I lied to him that I was a goblin, and I gave him the goblin pill to help him wait until the rebirth lotus was sent back." Mu Qinglan cried like rotten peaches, and she said, "Actually, I used the sorcery of offering life to save my life." He lives on."

After Duan Qinxuan heard this, his eyelids twitched violently twice, and he stared at Mu Qinglan dumbfounded. Guan Zishi also trembled, almost cutting off the spiritual power that was sent to Huo Jue.

Mu Qinglan said: "Huo Lang discovered the offering array! He didn't know how he found out...He actually cut off his fingers resolutely and interrupted the offering array."

Mu Qinglan cried and said, "He will die, he cannot die!"

Mu Qinglan grabbed Duan Qinxuan's arm and said, "Master, he can't die...what should I do if he dies."

Sobbing, she thought of something here, and began to crawl on the ground looking for the finger that Huo Jue was wearing the offering ring.

After finding it, she took off the ring with trembling hands, returned to Huo Jue, and was about to put it on another intact hand for him.

Duan Qinxuan shouted: "Mu Qinglan, you must be insane. The life offering formation is a sorcery, a life-for-life sorcery! How could you know this kind of magic? Are you dying!"

"Huo Jue can't die." Mu Qinglan could only say this sentence.

There was a fear in her heart that she didn't have time to think about. This fear was very deadly, as if a voice told her in the dark, if Huo Jue died this time, everything would really be over.

Mu Qinglan ignored Duan Qinxuan's roar, and when she was about to put the ring on Huo Jue again, Huo Jue suddenly woke up.

He opened his gray eyes that had completely lost their brilliance, clearly he couldn't see anything, but he said weakly, "Qing Lan... don't."

These words were like a nail piercing through the sky, piercing through Mu Qinglan's three souls and seven souls holding the offering ring in her hand, nailing her to the ground.

After a while, Mu Qinglan cried: "Huo Lang, I beg you, don't do this, you will die!"

Mu Qinglan said: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kept it from you, but I know it well, I won't lose my life, trust me!"

"This life offering ring was specially ordered by me from Yin Hezong's suzerain, Mo Ze. The life offering is very slow, but it can only renew your life. When the rebirth lotus is sent back and you are reborn, our life offering will be cut off!"

"Huo Lang..."

Huo Jue pursed his lips, facing Mu Qinglan's direction, shaking his head weakly but resolutely.

The sorcery is not just about renewing life. Huo Jue watched Mu Qinglan fall to the ground and couldn't get up, and heard her say that she wanted to go back to the mountain where she was.

Maybe she really wouldn't die, but her years of practice were ruined, she was beaten back to her original shape, and turned into a tree again.

What is the difference between killing her and killing her? There are very few monsters in this world who can take the form of grass and trees, and cultivating human form is rebirth.

Huo Jue would never trade the lives of others for his own.

Especially this person is Mu Qinglan.

If he can't protect his woman, forget it. Do you want her to die for him in exchange for his life?

That's despicable.

Huo Jue did not allow himself to live despicably.

Mu Qinglan shook her hands, clutching the ring and crying uncontrollably.

She looked at Huo Jue and coaxed her, "Believe me, I really won't die, I won't die!"

Huo Jue refused to agree, Mu Qinglan could force her, but with Huo Jue's temperament, living like that would be worse than death.

His decision to cut off his finger is still vivid in his mind. Mu Qinglan stepped forward on her knees and took Huo Jue's intact hand.

Huo Jue held her back, pulled her to lean over, and then raised his hand to hug her with difficulty.

Duan Qinxuan and Guan Zishi were still sending spiritual power to him from one side to the other. Huo Jue hugged Mu Qinglan and said softly, "Qinglan, life and death are destiny."

"No." Mu Qinglan said. "I don't accept such a fate, you promised to be good to me, you promised!"

This time, she didn't cry fakely, but really cried. She cried so hard that her heart was broken and her whole body trembled.

Huo Jue soon lost his strength, his body could not retain his spiritual power, and now every moment was wasted.

The backlash from the life support formation was so fierce that Huo Jue felt that he was going to die anytime.

He said sorry to Mu Qinglan, and quietly explained the follow-up matters in Duan Qinxuan's family.

He was lifted by several people and put back in the wheelchair. With a back that never bends, his long gray hair makes him look like a bunch of dry wormwood.

Mu Qinglan was always by his side, using the pretext of pouring him water to drink, and feeding him the juice of the vines, it lasted a second longer.

Huo Jue did not refuse.

When you are good, life is always long, let it be wasted.

Once life starts counting down, everything becomes as short as a moment.

Duan Qinxuan, Guan Zishi and even Qu Shuang were all sent away after Huo Jue personally confessed. Everyone left Mu Qinglan and Huo Jue with the last time they knew well.

Mu Qinglan was crying all the time, as if she had cried out all her tears for a lifetime.

Her heart was clamoring and buzzing, and something was going to break through the ground with the passage of Huo Jue's life.

She repeated over and over again: "You promised me, how could you go like this..."

You promised me... you said you would come to me!

Mu Qinglan froze when these words came out of her mind, but her mind was in chaos and she couldn't think of anything.

The palm of Huo Jue's severed finger was wrapped, and the intact hand was placed on Mu Qinglan's head.

With a weak breath, he murmured, "Your life is long and you can love many people."

"Forget about me, go down the mountain."

"You think well, but you want to go back on it!" Mu Qinglan's voice was hoarse, and it was on par with Huo Jue's.

She "fighted fiercely" and said: "If you die, I will go with you!"

Huo Jue trembled all over when he heard these words, his lips trembled a few times, and he choked with collapse. But the body that has been drained of vitality can't even cry. He couldn't shed tears, he could only dry up and let the sadness flow through his meridians with the blood stagnantly, even though there was a scream-like gasp in his throat.

Mu Qinglan said again: "Huo Jue, can you trust me just once? Just trust me once."

Mu Qinglan hugged Huo Jue's leg and said, "I lied to you, I'm not a dryad, no!"

"I don't have a demon pill, I condensed my consciousness in Xiangjun Mountain," Mu Qinglan said, "I cultivated a human form with offerings from mortals, I will not die, as long as the offerings continue, I can always recover. "

Huo Jue paused, but he couldn't show any surprised expression now.

"They all call me the God of the Mountain, Huo Lang, I am the God of the Mountain! I am the **** race brewed in Xiangjun Mountain, and the sap I feed you is all mountain marrow." Mu Qinglan was actually lying again.

Those who call her Mountain God are the foolish people she helped at the foot of the mountain, and those goblins call her Mountain Ghost.

There has been no magic in this world for tens of thousands of years.

She is a lonely ghost in Xiangjun Mountain. Probably because her obsession persisted after death, she was lucky enough to be enshrined and transformed into a human body. Her soul is incomplete and she doesn't remember what happened before her body, but she is indeed not a **** condensed by mountains.

She has not dared to tell the truth to Huo Jue until now, because talking about ghosts in this world has turned pale.

Even evil cultivators and goblins have the chance to turn back to the right path, but ghost cultivators have always been evil, cruel, and even more disgusting than bloodthirsty demons.

Because most ghost cultivators practice with human souls, they peel human skin alive to make human skin lamps, human soul flags, and use pregnant mothers and babies to refine ghouls as ghost servants.

People who kill ghosts kill people without exception, and everyone in the cultivation world can be punished!

Mu Qinglan has never done anything, she has never harmed anyone, but because she is a mountain ghost, she dare not reveal a single word of the truth.

Huo Jue might be able to accept a tree demon, but he would never accept a mountain ghost.

So Mu Qinglan lied to Huo Jue that she was a mountain god.

"I am a mountain god, and I have many followers." Mu Qinglan coaxed Huo Jue with a hoarse voice, she could not let Huo Jue die.

I don't know why, but she just knows that they have no future. If Huo Jue died, it would be over.

Mu Qinglan clutched the life offering ring, and coaxed Huo Jue, "If you give birth to me, we can both live."

Huo Jue remained silent, and didn't believe what Mu Qinglan said at the moment. He couldn't take any risk of taking Mu Qinglan's life to accept the offering.

He just caressed the top of Mu Qinglan's head with his palm, and just wanted to spend the last time with her quietly.

Mu Qinglan spent so much time talking, Huo Jue refused to agree to reunite with her.

Mu Qinglan squatted there, her swollen eyes, like rotten peaches, slowly overflowed with a dark green light.

The eyes replaced by Youlu looked extremely terrifying and ghostly. She looked up at Huo Jue, her eyes were full of stubbornness and madness.

If Huo Jue saw Mu Qinglan's appearance at this moment, he would definitely be terrified, because her appearance was exactly the same as those ghost cultivators who would not spare the corpse after killing someone.

Mu Qinglan was expressionless, she looked at Huo Jue, and asked one last time, her voice was sharp: "You decided to blame me, right? You made up your mind to die and leave me, right?!"

Before Huo Jue could speak, Mu Qinglan stood up suddenly, and disappeared into the room in a flash.

Huo Jue was at the end of his battle.

He noticed that Mu Qinglan was gone, raised his hand slightly, and called "Qinglan" in his heart, but he only raised his hand slightly.

It's better to go, it's better to go...

Huo Jue told himself this, and closed his eyes. On his skull-like face, blood slowly gushed out of his nose.

He lowered his head and nestled in the wheelchair, as if he had breathed out. The dark red blood dripped on his gray hair and on his robe.

Like a red plum in winter, it blooms proudly, hard to break in frost and snow.

Mu Qinglan flew into the snowfield, stood in the boundless snowstorm and raised her arms, the dark green aura scattered towards the surroundings, and the snowfield pine spirit was quickly activated by her.

Countless cedars rise from the ground, and they run quickly on the snowfield with their roots.

But in the blink of an eye, Mu Qinglan found her way.

Mu Qinglan turned into a gloomy green light and flew away, gathering together with a group of running tree spirits, chasing a lilu deer whose body was pitch black but whose antlers were shining with silver.

The ghostly green aura turned into a rope and strangled the lilu's antlers.

Soon Li Lu was tripped and fell to the ground, and was quickly entangled on the ground by the pine tree vines in the snow field, unable to move.

Mu Qinglan appeared next to Li Lu, met Li Lu's wide-eyed eyes, and slowly squatted down.

She didn't kill it, Mu Qinglan never kills.

She is a mountain ghost, and her soul has been scattered in the mountains for many years, so she can communicate with plants and trees. There is always a line in her heart that cannot be crossed, that is, not to kill. It seemed that as long as she crossed that line, she would lose the most important thing, and she also used this to restrain the spirits in the mountain.

Even though she was like an ordinary ghost cultivator, drooling when she smelled the fragrance of mortal souls, she never had the intention of killing her.

She took some Lilu's blood from the deer's leg, and then asked Song Ling to release the Lilu.

Huo Jue said that Lilu's blood in Xueyuan Lilu has the same effect.

She refused to listen to Huo Jue, so she had no choice but to make a bad move.

She took a small bottle containing deer blood and went directly to Duan Qinxuan.

She stayed in Duan Qinxuan's room for less than a moment, and Duan Qinxuan took back the long sword that Duan Qinxuan pulled out in response to her confession.

Not surprisingly, Mu Qinglan got through with Duan Qinxuan, and she could only get through with Duan Qinxuan.

Duan Qinxuan has a lot of love, and she can't let go of Huo Jue. Her red eyes say it all.

But when Duan Qinxuan followed Mu Qinglan towards Sushuang Pavilion, he still couldn't help but said: "But if you are a ghost cultivator, why don't you have a ghostly aura?"

Up to now, there is nothing to hide, Mu Qinglan told Duan Qinxuan how she was lucky enough to be born.

Duan Qinxuan was amazed and hesitated again.

She couldn't sacrifice a lonely soul who had never harmed anyone to save the life of her junior.

Mu Qinglan said again: "I will not die, Master, as long as the villagers continue to worship, as long as the Xiangjun Mountain is still there, it is only a matter of time before I reshape my body."

"But Huo Lang can't wait any longer."

Mu Qinglan said to Duan Qinxuan outside Huo Jue's house: "Master, this disciple is not filial, and he failed to serve Master by his side. If one day... this disciple can achieve a positive result, I will respect and continue the relationship between master and disciple. "

"Master, for the sake of you and me as master and apprentice, promise me. Help me seal up part of Huo Lang's memory, so that he can wait for the rebirth lotus with peace of mind."

Duan Qinxuan's complexion was extremely ugly, and her heart was also extremely entangled. Knowing that Mu Qinglan was a mountain ghost shocked her, no less than her shock when she knew that Huo Jue fell in love with Mu Qinglan.

Now, in order to save Huo Jue, Mu Qinglan wanted to seal up Huo Jue's memory.

She remembered that Huo Yuanfei, the head of the family, had done the same thing to Huo Jue.

Huo Yuanfei said to the immature Duan Qinxuan at that time: "Huo Jue is entangled in karma, his inner demons are born, and his will to live has been lost. He can only continue his life in this way. What happens in the future depends on karma."

Duan Qinxuan thought of the past, dazed for a moment, Mu Qinglan had already pulled her into the room.

Duan Qinxuan knew that he shouldn't agree. Even though Mu Qinglan was a mountain ghost, she hadn't done anyone any harm. She didn't deserve to die. And Huo Jue woke up, if one day he remembered everything, he would never forgive himself.

But how could Duan Qinxuan bear it? How could she have the heart to see Huo Jue die, and see the child she brought up died tragically in front of her before Rebirth Lotus was about to be sent back?

At this moment selfishness took over everything, she listened to Mu Qinglan's assurance that no one would die.

Without knowing it, Huo Jue was poured with hot lilu blood, and the dark green life offering ring was put on Huo Jue's intact finger.

The bracelet on Mu Qinglan's hand collided with Huo Jue's ring and never separated.

The life offering array was activated, and in an instant, the spiritual light in the room was overwhelming—the aura of the runes in the entire Sushuang Pavilion soared into the sky, and was suppressed by the array quickly deployed by Duan Qinxuan.

Duan Qinxuan took out Huo Jue's disciple's fate card, and watched as the vitality in Mu Qinglan's body was quickly drawn away, and all of it was poured into Huo Jue's dying body.

Huo Jue's long, gray hair danced in mid-air with the red-gold life-giving runes for a moment without wind, and gradually returned to pitch black.

The sunken cheeks bulged again, and the lingering death energy on his body was scattered by the runes, and he returned to life in the blink of an eye.

When he completely recovered to his innocent but handsome appearance, with a "buzz", the bracelet on Mu Qinglan's wrist fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

The life storage or green gemstone in Huo Jue's hand also shattered into sand.

The formation is complete!

But because Huo Jue interrupted the life supply once, the meridians and inner mansion were too damaged, and it was restored after the oil was exhausted, which was equivalent to the flesh and bones of the living dead.

He couldn't recover to the peak state before the Lingfu was not damaged because of life offerings.

It was already the limit for his spiritual mansion to recover to a state full of cracks. And Duan Qinxuan didn't even have time to say a word to Mu Qinglan, she disappeared in front of Huo Jue the moment the offering formation was formed.

Huo Jue was still in a deep coma. After Duan Qinxuan inspected his spiritual residence, he began to search for souls as agreed with Mu Qinglan to extract part of his memory.

The last ray of sky soul that was drawn away was sealed by Duan Qinxuan into the life card of Huo Jue's disciple.

Duan Qinxuan looked down, there were two strands of memory in this white jade fate tablet, like two snakes that could never be entangled, swimming at both ends of the fate plaque.

Duan Qinxuan tightened her brows, sighed deeply, put away her fate card and put Huo Jue on the bed.

When Huo Jue woke up again, it was October 15th.