Hey! Host! I asked you to have a child, not to have a strategy.

The visitor didn't take Zhao Qing seriously at all. He picked up the jade box that fell on the bed, took a deep breath of the fresh medicinal smell, and said, "Blood Spirit Grass, Sky Blue Flower, Nine-bend Spirit Ginseng..."

The man in black robe sighed and said, "There are many kinds of spiritual medicines that I can identify, and there are many precious spiritual medicines that I can't identify... They are indeed treasures."

"It's just... so much wasted."

His voice suddenly turned cold, and the pressure from a cultivator on his body pressed down on Zhao Qing, causing the latter to tremble uncontrollably all over.

"Immortal... Immortal..."

Zhao Qing was just a mortal child. Under such pressure, even if he opened his mouth to speak, his teeth were chattering and his words were incoherent.

"Did I let you talk?"

The black-robed man raised the corner of his mouth and casually swung out some spiritual power, cutting all the tendons in Zhao Qing's arms that were supporting his body.

He groaned, and his body, which had lost its support, fell heavily to the ground, splashing up some dust.

The blood oozing from Zhao Qing's wrist quickly soaked his clothes. His whole body was twitching due to the severe pain. His facial features were grim, his chest was heaving, and he was gasping in pain.

The man in black robe was playing with the jade box, admiring his painful and twisted appearance with great interest.

"Tsk, little beggar, where did you get this jade box?"

There was a greedy gleam in his eyes.

Zhao Qing clenched his teeth to prevent them from making any chattering sounds. He said, "It was given by an... immortal... immortal leader."

The black-robed man raised his eyebrows, as if he had heard a huge joke, "Is there such a kind person in the world of immortal cultivation?"

His eyes turned cruel and violent. With a wave of his hand, he rolled Zhao Qing out from under the bed and threw him against the wall. "Tell me! Where did you get the ointment?"

Zhao Qing spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound, "I, I'll take you there..."

The man in black robe showed a satisfied smile. He picked up Zhao Qing as if he was picking up a tattered bag.

"Guide the way."

Zhao Qing was held like this, and blood from the corners of his mouth and wrists dripped onto the ground and the grass.

At an angle that the man in black robe couldn't see, a little bit of scarlet appeared in Zhao Qing's eyes that were filled with pain, but it disappeared in an instant.

Ever since he met Zhu Baishao, he knew that cultivators could use their divine senses to see into other people's inner thoughts, so he didn't dare to reveal even a hint of resentment at this moment.

As Zhao Qing pointed in another direction, the man in black robe suddenly stopped.

He smiled sinisterly, "Where do you want to take me?"

Zhao Qing's breath was choked.

He also learned from some people that an evil cultivator had escaped from the direction of the mountains. He thought that he could not survive, so he wanted to drag this person down with him.

I'd rather die with someone behind me.

The black-robed man curled his lips and threw Zhao Qing away viciously, "If you want to take me to find that evil cultivator, then there's no need to look for him... I'm right in front of you."

Zhao was young and his thinking was not comprehensive. He ignored this possibility, but now he has no chance to start over.

He collapsed to the ground and coughed up blood again.

The figure of the man in black robe flashed in the moonlight and approached Zhao Qing. His fingers were like claws and directly broke open his abdomen. Warm blood spurted out and at the same time a section of ribs with a moist glow was exposed.

He let out a "huh" sound of surprise and inexplicable joy, "Is this a natural spiritual bone?!"

Zhao Qing didn't understand what spiritual bones were. He just felt pain and his body was getting colder and colder. He lost too much blood and his face became paler.

Upon seeing this, the man in black quickly suppressed the ecstasy on his face, took out the ointment that he had just carefully kept from his arms, gritted his teeth, and directly scooped out all the remaining ointment, and smeared it on Zhao Qing's abdomen and wrists. The effect was immediate.

Seeing that Zhao Qing's complexion was gradually getting better, the evil cultivator laughed, picked him up, and flew to a cave.

He waved his hand to set up a barrier at the entrance of the cave, and then began to take out various things from his Qiankun bag, "Soul-fixing Talisman, Soul-devouring Incense..."

Although Zhao Qing didn't know what these things were, he had a bad feeling just by hearing the name.

But now he is at the mercy of others and he has no strength to resist. His face is pale and his eyes are becoming more and more terrifying.

The evil cultivator fiddled with the thing for a long time before he smiled happily and looked at Zhao Qing. His eyes were like he was looking at his possessions, revealing satisfaction.

"...Although the materials are not complete, it is reasonable to take a little risk for the sake of this body of natural spiritual bones."

Zhao Qing looked at the hideous smile on the face of the person in front of him and couldn't help shivering.

This person, this person actually wants to take away his body? !

This evil cultivator was originally just an ordinary person without any talent for cultivating immortals. By chance, he obtained a secret method of possessing another's body, which allowed him to change several bodies. Finally, he found one with the talent for cultivating immortals.

But now, a body with natural spiritual bones, which is rarely seen in the world of immortal cultivation, was presented to him.

If God does not take it, you must suffer the consequences.

When the evil cultivator thought of the bright prospects after successfully taking over another's body, his heart became hot and his gaze towards Zhao Qing became increasingly fiery.

He cast a spell to make Zhao Qing sit in the right position, cross-legged on the ground. He then lit a stick of incense and began to chant a low, highly hypnotic spell.

Zhao Qing knew that something was wrong, and he was very unwilling to accept this. He had not yet entered the world of immortal cultivation, had not yet stepped onto the great road, and had not yet seen the fairy sister again. He was unwilling to just surrender and give his body to others.

But this was just his inner struggle and it was useless.

He was controlled by the opponent's magic. He couldn't bite his tongue or twist his body to resist. He could only passively endure it.

Under the influence of the spell, Zhao Qing's breathing became increasingly difficult, his consciousness gradually blurred, and he fell into darkness.

It was like he was in a dream.

In his dream, he turned into a green ball of light as big as a soybean, flying freely in a very comfortable and spacious place.

But he hadn't flown for long when a pea-sized black light ball rushed in. It was very aggressive. When it saw Zhao Qing's blue light ball, it quickly opened its big mouth and rushed up to bite him.

Because of his own experience, Zhao Qing is naturally tough and ruthless. He cannot just stand there and wait to be bullied. Seeing that the other side has a mouth, he feels that he should also have a mouth.

Then, a mouth appeared on the soybean-sized green light ball. It relied on its small size to flee and avoid the bite of the black light ball, while looking for an opportunity to bite back suddenly.

He bit very hard, tearing off a little bit of the black light ball each time.

Whenever the black ball of light bit him, it was like eating some rare treasure.

But Zhao Qing felt that the taste of this black ball of light was really not that good. Every time he took a bite, he would rather crush it into streams of light than swallow it.

And there are always star-like lights in the flowing light that merge into his body and replenish his energy.