The super son-in-law of the female president

Then, the two came to Zuo Feng's side.

At this time, the middle-aged man with his limbs cut off beside him was already dead.

Even so, Qin Fan checked the situation of the enemy with some uneasiness.

"How is it?" Chen Ajiao asked with a slight frown.

Qin Fan then made an "ok" gesture.

"It's dead, don't worry."

After speaking, Qin Fan carefully moved his footsteps to Zuo Feng's side.

At this time, Zuo Feng was facing the ground, lying straight on the ground, motionless.

The power of consciousness that was originally restless has disappeared at this moment.

There is no aura pressure, no energy fluctuations.

It looks like there is no life at all.

The two looked at each other, neither of them dared to test it.

Qin Fan swallowed his saliva: "This state seems to be no different from death."

Jiang Xinyue, on the other hand, was a little unhappy and summoned up her courage, kicked Zuo Feng's thigh to test it out.

But the result can be imagined, just as the two expected, the left wing lying on the ground still did not change at all.

Seeing this, Qin Fan became bolder and turned Zuo Feng over.

Seeing Zuo Feng's eyes closed tightly, his lips turning purple, and even his face turning pale obviously, he suddenly felt his heart tighten.

Immediately, quickly pressed the index finger and middle finger of his right hand to hold Qin Fan's wrist pulse.

The breath is vague, and very unstable, as if it will stop in the next second.

This is not a good sign.

Without further ado, Qin Fan quickly took out a handful of sackcloth from his bosom.This is the guy he used to wrap the ancestral treasure - the nine silver needles.

Opening and closing the hands, the linen was instantly spread flat on the ground.

Qin Fan quickly withdrew two needles from it.

"This guy is dying. According to numerology, his seven souls and six souls have already gone."

Hearing Qin Fan's words, Chen Ajiao didn't dare to say anything, she didn't even dare to take a breath.

He just asked in a low voice: "Got a soul? Can it still be cured?"

Before Qin Fan applied the needle, profuse sweat had already appeared on his forehead, rolling more and more.

"It's hard to say. If it's a simple skin injury, it's easy to deal with. Now that I've practiced medicine, I'm not sure at all."

"Go get me some water!"

Chen Ajiao nodded, and was about to get up when Qin Fan suddenly stopped her.

"What else?"

"Bringing Jiang Xinyue here by the way, she's in a coma, it's not a safe decision to be outside."

Chen Ajiao stood up, and at the same time agreed: "Well, I know this, and my original plan is the same."

"Take care of yourself here!"

After finishing speaking, Chen Ajiao took out a dagger from nowhere, walked to the middle-aged man's corpse, and did not forget to stab the corpse's neck again.

Seeing that the incision was deep, but the blood rarely flowed out, she walked away with complete peace of mind.

After a few seconds, he disappeared, and he didn't know where to fetch water.

Qin Fan looked at Zuo Feng who was lying motionless in front of him, with a very serious expression on his face.

Zuo Feng's condition was actually much more serious than what he just told Chen Ajiao.

To be precise, Zuo Feng's heart had stopped beating, but judging from the pulse condition, there was still a faint pulsation.

This is really a headache, and it seems that something is not right.

Baihui Point, Rendu Point...

Qin Fan then quickly inserted two silver needles.

First lock the blood and protect the left wing.

Although these two injections continue to be used, it is just a very routine medical practice to save lives.

But something is better than nothing.

Next, Qin Fan released his consciousness, and with the power of his consciousness, he quickly walked around Zuo Feng's body.

Only the head, the power of Zuo Feng's own consciousness, actually formed a protective wall, blocking all the power of temptation from outside.

Qin Fan frowned slightly, and shook his head with a wry smile. It seemed that he had to use a secret technique that he didn't want to use at first.

That is the nightmare of nine needles and thirteen returns!

Zuo Feng closed his consciousness, maybe there is some secret that no one knows, but if he wants to save his life at this time, he must cooperate.

Although the sequelae of casting the Nightmare Secret Technique were serious, Qin Fan couldn't care less about it now.

Close your eyes, concentrate, and silently recite the formula in your heart.

With the effect of the power of divine consciousness, Qin Fan's consciousness also became dissociated.

Consciousness is gradually separated from the body, and suddenly there is a feeling of death.

Nima, I feel like this method, if there is anything wrong, I will really die.

Even if it is the second time to cast it, I still feel that the consciousness is so magical. After it is separated from the main body, there are no eyes at all and nothing can be seen.

It can only be attached to the power of the divine consciousness and move in the predetermined direction.

At the same time, with the help of his divine sense, he could barely feel a distance of about four or five meters.

Touched, touched Zuo Feng's body.

Attached to the power of the divine consciousness, Qin Fan obviously felt a strong resistance. Qin Fan silently recited the formula in his heart while checking the steps over and over again.

On the premise that there were no mistakes in the steps, Qin Fan's consciousness gradually awoke in Zuo Feng's body.

Finally, with a little light, Qin Fan's consciousness first turned into a cloud of white mist, then turned into a human form, and finally stood firm in a blank space.

"The vast desert!"

"This is actually a vast desert!"

Qin Fan was stunned by the scene in front of him. At this moment, his body had already taken shape, and even his clothes were lifelike.

This is Zuo Feng's consciousness space.

Vast, boundless, just like a real desert.

Zuo Feng's spiritual consciousness is so broad, compared to Qin Fan's sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, which is a bit out of reach.

What kind of realm does one have to cultivate to reach such a level.

The calm desert is like a mirror, there is no wind at all.

Qin Fan stepped on the loose sand with both feet, as if on flat ground, but with a slight movement, a piece of sand would be scattered around, and then drifted away with the flow of air.

It's not quite a desert, though.

Qin Fan glanced at the piece of rubble under his feet, squatted down and held it in his hands, but at this moment, a sudden breeze blew by, and the rubble in Qin Fan's hands instantly turned into sand and disintegrated.

At this moment, two figures suddenly appeared in the distant sky.

It was extremely blurry, appearing in the sky like a mirage.

The air waves distort the picture.

Qin Fan naturally recognized one of them as Zuo Feng at a glance, while the other was vaguely thought of, as if his whole body was shrouded in a haze.