Wanfa Daojun, starting from the Little Cloud and Rain Technique

Chapter 257: Soul Lamp Extinguished

Ji An used the rejuvenation technique again, and the wound on the injured man's face quickly scabbed and healed.

"You can stand up now. You'll be full of energy again in a few days."

The opponent has lost too much blood. Rejuvenation techniques can be used to treat injuries, but they cannot simply produce qi and blood.

The monk slowly got up and said with a bow:

"Thank you, Senior Brother. I used my own magic power to heal the wound, but it has barely improved."

Without pills, I can only rely on my body to hold on.

Although the vitality of monks is much stronger than that of ordinary people, they do not have the terrifying physical ability to heal themselves.

If you are a body cultivator, it will be much better. Not only will your body's defense be stronger, but your self-healing ability will also be stronger.

Ji An nodded slightly and walked towards another injured person.

This monk wearing the uniform of the Law Enforcement Hall was very lucky. One of his calves was cut off by a sharp object, but the cut was smooth. He judged that it was probably caused by a spell such as wind blade.

The wound was smeared with black ointment, but only half a circle was applied, so there probably wasn't enough medicine.

"Brother, I am now trying my best to maintain the wound to ensure blood supply to the severed limb."

The wounded man spoke with difficulty, his lips were pale, his face was the same, and there were a few beads of sweat on his forehead.

Ji An nodded slightly and extended his spiritual sense to sense the condition of the wounded.

"Not bad. The severed limb retains sufficient vitality and has not necrotized."

As he spoke, he released his magical power to heal the broken limbs and the wounds on his legs, and black blood foam oozed out from the two cut surfaces.

"Ho ho."

The wounded man let out a low howl and his whole body began to tremble slightly.

But he was tough and immediately clenched his teeth.

After a moment, Ji An found that the color of the blood returned to its normal deep red, and then the seal in his hand changed.

The Dharma of the germination of all things blossomed at his fingertips. His fingers seemed to have turned into beautiful emerald jade, drawing mysterious paths in the air, and faint spiritual light scattered in the air.

The rejuvenation technique was performed, and the emerald green light wrapped around the wound and slowly seeped into it.

If it were in the previous life, this kind of injury would be very difficult to deal with, and connecting the blood vessels would be a big problem.

But in this world, once a spell is cast, a mysterious power will complete it.

The wounded felt tingling and numbness in their wounds, which lifted their depressed spirits.

The spell works, and it's a very powerful effect!
Ji An cast two spells in succession, and the wound stopped bleeding, leaving only a blood scab.

He extended his spiritual sense to check and said softly:
“The wound is starting to heal, but I can’t do any strenuous activities.

Come see me once in the morning and once in the evening for the next few days, and you should be well again soon."

"Brother, you are a master. I am Chu Feiyun. From now on, I will obey your orders."

He also knows the art of rejuvenation, but due to the level of his skills and spells, the effect is minimal.

"My junior brother is fighting on the front lines. I have only made a small contribution. You should recuperate for a few days."

Ji An hurriedly gave instructions and continued to treat the next wounded person.

Some monks' injuries were not serious and they were treated successfully quickly, but some monks were not so lucky.

Injuries such as brain damage and burnt internal organs are beyond the capabilities of rejuvenation techniques.

The breath of vigorous growth and the sense of impending death are intertwined, and the boundary between life and death becomes blurred.

Sheng Liyue straightened up and let out a tired sigh. Another fellow disciple passed away in front of her.

Now that her magic power is exhausted, she urgently needs to meditate and regulate her breathing.

Looking around, she couldn't help but secretly surprised, "Huh?"

The yard, which is always crowded, now has a large space.

She hurriedly asked the monk who was treating her nearby:
"Junior Sister Meng, what's going on? Aren't many of the disciples already dying when they're sent back?"

If the battle is very intense, the monks will be injured very quickly.

If the patient is not transported in time, the best treatment time will be missed by the time he or she arrives here.

At this time, we have to face a difficult decision. Some monks are already beyond recovery. Is it still necessary to save them?
Meng Wanqiu shook her head slightly, pointed her finger at something not far away, and a hint of joy appeared at the corner of her mouth:
"Senior sister, that senior brother's rejuvenation technique is very effective and he can treat the wounded very quickly."

One person on the other side has the same effect as several people.

"Better than your spell?"

Sheng Liyue was slightly surprised. She knew that Junior Sister Meng had practiced the Qingmu Changchun Gong, a rejuvenation technique that had reached perfection.

"should be."

"Could it be that his rejuvenation technique has been practiced to perfection?"

Only this possibility can explain why the opponent's spell effect is stronger than that of Junior Sister Meng.

"Probably not yet. I stayed with him for a while, and although the Dharma power he displayed was stronger than mine, there was no qualitative difference."

Meng Wanqiu replied that she had thought about the reason and believed that it was caused by the gap in understanding the spirit of the martial arts.

"Senior Sister, what is the name of this senior brother?"

She was curious that she had never noticed such a person before.

"Uh, I forgot, I'll go ask.

Junior Sister, please take care of this place first. My mana is exhausted and I need to meditate to recover."

"understood."

Sheng Liyue walked lightly towards the busy figure. After the other party cast a spell, she coughed and bowed, saying:
"My younger sister, Sheng Liyue, is from the Feixia Mountain lineage. I have never asked my elder brother to train in that temple."

Ji An looked at the female cultivator who had brought him here, and returned the greeting with a smile:
"My name is Ji An. I am a disciple of the Ningcui Cliff lineage, and my temple is at Chiyan Peak." Feixia Mountain is the temple for the sect's Chaoyuan period cultivators. Most of the disciples are proficient in alchemy, which is similar to the situation of Ningcui Cliff.

"It turns out to be Senior Brother Ji in person. Nice to meet you!"

Sheng Liyue showed a strange expression, but quickly restrained it and said:

"Brother, you are so talented. With your help, everyone will be much more relaxed. Please also take a rest to recover your mana."

After saying that, she bent down slightly and turned to leave.

She had heard of the name 'Ji An'. Before the demon disaster broke out, she had chatted with her fellow junior brothers and sisters and heard the name of the Stone Turtle Monk from the Red Flame Peak many times.

The other party is a spiritual farmer who practices the wood-type martial arts.

Ji An caught a glimpse of a strange smile that flashed across the female cultivator's face. He tilted his head to look at her graceful back and scratched his head.

On this day, Ji An finished his training and came to the courtyard.

Two months have passed since I came to Mingfeng Mountain, and every day is spent in busyness.

Once the war started, from the moment the first wounded was sent down, there was no way to stop.

He cast the rejuvenation technique over and over again, and gained more insights based on the recovery of the wounded.

The healing of flesh and blood is also a process of growth. The breath of growth and germination contained in the wood element spiritual energy greatly accelerates the recovery speed of the wound.

In fact, if there were elixirs to help replenish the monks' lost vitality at this time, those monks who were rescued could immediately return to the front line.

However, these kinds of elixirs are consumed early, so one can only take the blood-replenishing ginseng and other spiritual medicines that are not old enough to replenish vitality.

As I gained a deeper understanding of magic, my comprehension of the divine will of the technique also improved slightly.

"Good morning, Senior Brother Ji!"

"Hello, Senior Brother Ji!"

Fellow disciples greeted him one after another, and Ji An responded with a smile. His spell healing effect was the best among everyone, and it could greatly share the pressure of others.

The sun had not yet risen, and Ji An was leaning against the wall, seemingly resting with his eyes closed.

His mind sank into his dantian, checking the progress of his spell.

[Spell: Rejuvenation (89% complete)

Detoxification (32% completion)]

The Rejuvenation Technique has made great progress, increasing by more than 40 points during this period, and the Detoxification Technique has also increased by more than 10 points.

This was unimaginable in the past, as rejuvenation was a spell for the foundation-building stage.

He believed that this was the result of the dual effects of the martial arts reaching a certain level and the low-grade Dao seeds, plus all the magic power was used to cast spells.

Unlike other cultivators who encounter bottlenecks, as long as he practices spells attentively, he will always make progress, and his own understanding plays a key role.

Ji An noticed that a cultivator was walking beside him. A faint fragrance entered his nostrils. He opened his eyes and heard gentle words in his ears.

“Senior Brother has been very tired these days.

The monster attacks have eased somewhat in recent days, and the number of injured monks has decreased significantly. The war should have entered a stalemate."

Sheng Liyue sighed quietly in her heart, this most difficult period was about to pass.

The Canglan Secret Realm is about to open, and the cultivators with the strongest fighting abilities among the various sects and independent cultivators are about to return.

The addition of hundreds of cultivators in the late Foundation Establishment stage will definitely greatly ease the pressure on the front lines.

"I hope so."

Ji An's view was not optimistic. In the first half month since he arrived, he had witnessed several Jindan stage battles, with dozens of Chaoyuan stage monsters participating in the attack every day.

Everything has been quiet recently, and he believes that the monsters are planning a bigger attack.

According to intelligence, most of the defense line of Mingfeng Mountain has been destroyed, and several monsters are less than three thousand miles away from the mountain gate of Jinling Sect.

If the monks remained in a defensive position, a fire would break out in the backyard.

The sun rises, spreading light and warmth all over the world.

Mingfeng Mountain was bathed in golden light, as were the monsters surrounding the Immortal City.

"Ouch!"

A tiger roar shook the world, and the bloody and murderous aura spread with the sound.

A new battle has begun.

Jinling Sect, Lingxiao Mountain, Soul Palace.

Three rows of bronze oil lamps are placed separately. They are the soul lamps of the disciples who enter the Canglan Secret Realm.

It is very difficult to connect the qi of the small world and the world of immortal cultivation, so the flames are extremely weak.

Ye Changqing stared at the soul lamps with a gloomy expression. About thirty-and-a-half of the soul lamps were extinguished.

After years of development, the Canglan Secret Realm has had most of its areas explored by various sects, and has a very mature 'Secret Realm Exploration Manual'.

Therefore, when the secret realm is opened, they will confidently and boldly send the most elite monks there.

There is a casualty rate, but in the past thousand years, the maximum casualties have been 15%, and most of the time it has been below 10%. This amount of casualties is completely acceptable.

But this time, something went wrong when the secret realm was opened, resulting in such heavy casualties.

The secret realm will open again tomorrow, but there must not be any more casualties!

Just as Ye Changqing was racking his brains to figure out what went wrong, another soul lamp exploded and went out.

As if it was a signal, soul lamps went out one after another.

In just two or three breaths, the more than ten bronze lamps lost their brilliance.

(End of this chapter)