The little sister is omnipotent, leading the sect to fly

Yan Ju smiled and comforted him, "Don't worry, just lie down."

Song Fanxing felt uneasy when she heard this.

How can he feel at ease about this?

This is more terrifying than asking him to do something.

His hand is broken, but he is not dead, so why should he lie down?

He lay down on the grass in fear, trying to find out what his junior sister was thinking.

"Little sister, what are you going to do?"

Yan Ju was not very satisfied with the way he lay, it was too stiff.

She began to instruct: "Fifth Brother, relax a little. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and imagine yourself becoming one with the grass... breathe in... breathe out... That's right, that's it."

Song Fanxing almost fell asleep under Yan Ju's friendly voice.

While he was drowsy, he suddenly felt a chill on his body.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw that Yan Ju had broken free from the silk thread at some point and was lying on top of him, stripping off his clothes.

"You...what are you doing, little junior sister? Don't mess around, we are senior brothers and sisters!"

A rare trace of panic appeared on his cold face. He was unable to move and could only stare with eyes wide open and shout in fear.

What happened when he closed his eyes?

Why is this direction a little bit wrong?

"what are you thinking?"

Yan Ju felt that Fifth Brother’s thoughts were too evil.

She had no time to pay attention to his panic. She was busy writing and drawing on Song Fanxing, muttering to herself.

After writing a few strokes, she stopped and looked at it for a while.

After drawing a few more strokes, she frowned and muttered that it was not right. She erased everything she had just drawn and drew again.

Song Fanxing understood that she was drawing talismans on his body.

He tried to raise his head to see what symbol the junior sister had drawn on his body, but perhaps his neck was not long enough, he could only see the movements but not the handwriting on his body clearly.

After struggling for a while, he gave up and continued to lie dead on the ground.

He used his spiritual sense to take out his own talisman brush and said to Yan Ju, "Junior sister, use my Qinglu brush."

Yan Ju said "thank you" and took it without hesitation.

As soon as Yan Ju picked up the Qinglu Pen, the light warm feeling seeped into the palm of her hand, and her mind became clearer.

She picked up her pen and continued to sketch Song Fanxing.

With the help of the Qinglu pen, her movements became faster and she finished the painting in just a few strokes.

A rune outlined by spiritual consciousness faintly appeared on Song Fanxing's body, emitting a faint golden light.

"All right."

Yan Ju patted Song Fanxing and asked him to open his eyes.

Song Fanxing had been lying there for not long when she heard Yan Ju's voice.

Is it going to be fine so soon?

He looked over and saw Yan Ju spinning the Qinglu pen on her fingertips and sneering at the formation.

"Don't you like sucking? Come on, come on, I'll let you suck enough at once. Today I'll let you know who is the ancestor and who is the grandson."

Song Fanxing was stunned as she watched her junior sister verbally attack the formation.

Why does Junior Sister like to fight with these inhuman creatures so much?

Yan Ju boldly slapped a stack of spirit gathering talismans on Song Fanxing.

The huge spiritual power poured into Song Fanxing's body frantically, and Song Fanxing felt that her body was about to be burst by the spiritual power in an instant.

The white silk thread tied to Song Fanxing's body sensed the sudden increase in spiritual energy and immediately began to move.

The silk thread absorbed a large amount of spiritual energy, and became thicker overall, and then the silk thread turned into a thin tube.

The spiritual energy flowed slowly in the pale white tube, continuously flowing from Song Fanxing's body into the ground.

It looked like a blood transfusion.

After absorbing enough spiritual energy, the tube became thicker and bigger. Song Fanxing said venomously:

"It looks disgusting. It can grow on its own. Is it alive?"

Yan Ju boldly guessed, "Or, is there something underground that needs their support?"

The formation would not answer them, it would only greedily absorb spiritual energy.

Song Fanxing felt that most of the spiritual energy gathered by the Spirit Gathering Talisman in her body had been sucked away, and couldn't help asking: "How long will they stop sucking?"

Yan Ju smiled, "Don't worry, it will be soon."

Sure enough, after smoking for a while, the situation in the tube changed.

The tube that was originally flowing with pale spiritual energy was suddenly stained with a little black.

The black spot seemed to be contagious and spread rapidly. In a short while, the tube turned completely black as if it had inhaled some highly toxic substance.

The black parts quickly withered and died like a dying flower.

The remaining uninfected tube swayed.

As if they sensed the miserable condition of these withered tubes, they began to scramble to spit out spiritual energy.

After returning the spiritual power to Song Fanxing, it transformed into the shape of a thin thread again, fell off his body without any reluctance, and retracted into the ground.

That speed, how fast it can be.

Seeing this scene, Song Fanxing was very curious, "Junior Sister, what on earth did you do?"

Yan Ju blinked and smiled slyly, "Nothing, I just added some ingredients to your spiritual power."

She wrapped the poison inside the rune. As long as the spiritual power flowed through the rune, it would be transformed into spiritual power containing the poison, causing Song Fanxing to be wrapped in a layer of poison.

As long as you touch him, you will be infected with these toxins.

As for where the poison comes from, it is naturally from the exploitation of the lovely Cuihua.

Cuihua is really a treasure. Not only can it cure diseases, it also carries various poisons.

Yan Ju said: "Originally, the spiritual power in your body was not poisonous, but after being sucked out, it became highly poisonous. If they absorb too much, they will suffer the consequences."

The corners of Song Fanxing's mouth twitched.

It turns out that he is now a little vicious person.

Wouldn't that mean whoever touches him will die?

Song Fanxing, who was lying half-dead on the ground, suddenly became energetic.

He dragged his two broken arms and rushed towards the big snake that Xue Zifang was tightly entangled with.

There is a strong sense of dying together.

Then he was whipped away by the big snake's tail.

Yan Ju was stunned by his actions.

Fifth Brother, has he finally gone crazy?

Xue Zifang was using all his strength to stop the big snake and prevent it from causing trouble for the other two people.

With his feet stuck to the ground and unable to move, he had no choice but to resort to some crooked methods.

If the sword couldn't stop it, he would use his body to stop it. If the big snake wanted to bypass him, he would hold on to the snake's tail tightly and refuse to let go.

Cuihua flew beside him, fluttering her wings and using green spiritual power to heal his wounds.

Even though he had several wounds on his body, he managed to stop the big snake.

As a result, the big snake didn't do anything to him, but he was almost scared to death by Song Fanxing who bumped into him.

Seeing that Song Fanxing was able to move, his first reaction was, Junior Sister and the others have solved the formation, so are there any ways to deal with this giant snake?

As a result, before she could be happy for even a second, Song Fanxing was slapped and flew away.

He flew backwards several meters.

He twitched his lips, "Song Laowu, are you here to make fun of me?"

It would be fine if you don't help, but what does it mean to make trouble?

Yan Ju felt embarrassed and pretended not to see Song Fanxing flying away. She said to Xue Zifang:

"Don't worry about him. I've solved this formation. I'll help you after I solve mine."

While she was drawing talismans on Song Fanxing's body, her body was also wrapped tightly with dense silk threads.

At this moment, I am holding the Qinglu brush and preparing to draw something.

Song Fanxing, who had just flown out, saw this scene as soon as he got up.

Thinking of the process of her drawing the talisman for herself just now, Song Fanxing's calm face cracked a little.

He rushed over and shouted:

"Little sister, don't take off your clothes!"