Maybe I shouldn't die.

But now it is used on Qian Mo Ning.

Although the scream that did not sound like a human voice had already shown that there was a malicious soul lurking in Qian Mo Ning's sea of ​​consciousness.

Uncle Liu's action was just to dissolve the soul hidden in the sea of ​​consciousness.

However, the Soul-Melting Mirror does not distinguish between friend and foe. When the strange soul is melted, part of Qian Mo Ning's consciousness will also be melted.

Injury to spiritual consciousness is not so easy to heal.

Thinking of this, everyone outside the formation couldn't help but reveal a worried look. Qian Moyu had already begun to calculate whether the pills in his storage bracelet that could heal spiritual consciousness were enough.

Fortunately, this situation did not last too long, and soon the screams of the soul hidden in Qian Mo Ning's sea of ​​consciousness became smaller and smaller.

After the sound completely disappeared, Uncle Liu immediately put down the magic mirror in his hand.

He also knew that while this magic mirror would destroy the soul of the monster, it would also damage the consciousness of this disciple, but he had already informed this disciple of this plan before it was implemented.

There are other, milder solutions, but they are more troublesome.

But after learning about these options, the disciple immediately chose this one.

After all, this is the safest plan. Under the illumination of the Soul Fusion Mirror, the hidden soul will completely lose its resistance, and there will be no chance of a desperate attack on the disciple's sea of ​​consciousness.

But having one's spiritual consciousness dissolved is indeed a very painful thing. He was not sure before that this disciple could endure such pain.

After all, they are just disciples who have just left the sect, and there is no opportunity to suffer hardship within the sect.

I have never thought that this disciple has such a strong will. He could endure such pain and even not cry out in pain.

With such willpower, as long as he doesn't die prematurely, he will definitely become the mainstay of the sect in the future.

Thinking of this, the admiration in Uncle Liu's eyes couldn't help but grow even stronger.

He looked at Qian Mo Ning, whose face was pale, and asked:

"But I can still hold on."

Qian Mo Ning nodded with difficulty

"It's okay, Uncle Master, please continue."

He could not tolerate the existence of a strange soul with ill intentions towards him in his sea of ​​consciousness. As long as he could get rid of that soul, it would matter if he endured a little suffering. He could not practice with peace of mind unless he completely resolved this hidden danger.

After all, that is his sea of ​​consciousness. If the other party attacks his consciousness, even his path to cultivation will be cut off.

The other party has actually already attacked his spiritual consciousness, right?

If he didn't have the protective amulet bestowed by his ancestor in his sea of ​​consciousness, the moment the other party entered his sea of ​​consciousness, he would probably have chosen to severely damage his consciousness instead of just making him fall into a coma.

He probably won't be killed, after all, the other party is trying to impersonate him.

After seeing him nod, Uncle Liu did not hesitate. He put away the Soul-Fusion Mirror on his body, took out a magic mirror, and shone it on Qian Mo Ning.

Although a beam of white light was emitted after the magic mirror was activated, this light did not bring the same intense pain as before when it shone on Qian Mo Ning's sea of ​​consciousness.

Although it still hurts a bit, it seems insignificant compared to the pain when his spiritual consciousness was dissolved before.

However, Qian Mo Ning's consciousness had just been injured, and was extremely sensitive. The detection of the white light still made him frown.

This time the investigation took longer than before. Uncle Liu carefully examined Qian Mo Ning's sea of ​​consciousness, then put down the magic weapon and said to him:

"The soul hidden in your sea of ​​consciousness has been completely cleared out."

Hearing this, Qian Mo Ning's pale face finally broke into a smile. His brows, which were tightly furrowed due to the pain in his sea of ​​consciousness, relaxed a little, and he thanked Liu Yihe sincerely.

"Thank you, Uncle Liu."

Although his spiritual consciousness was damaged, as long as the hidden danger could be eliminated, everything would be worth it.

As for the damaged spiritual consciousness, it can be nurtured with elixirs during this period. There are still three months before arriving at the battlefield. As long as there are enough elixirs, there is still hope of nurturing the spiritual consciousness.

After saying this, he did not hesitate and immediately took out a bottle of pills that could relieve the pain in his spiritual consciousness from his storage bracelet and planned to swallow it.

Liu Yihe stopped him.

"No need to waste the pills."

Hearing this, Qian Mo Ning couldn't help but pause, and his heart skipped a beat. What did Uncle Liu mean by not wasting the elixir? Could it be that this elixir was of no use to his spiritual damage?

These are the pills that his family specially prepared for him after they knew that he was going to the human-demon battlefield. They are all top-grade pills of excellent quality.

He couldn't help but cast his gaze towards Uncle Liu. Seeing that there was no solemn expression on his face, he felt relieved. However, his doubts deepened, and he couldn't help but ask:

"Uncle Master, what do you mean?"

Liu Yihe did not explain. He just put away the defensive array on the ground and waved to Fang Yue who was standing behind Mingxiu.

"come here."

Fang Yue was not surprised. Uncle Ming had already told her what those magic weapons were. After knowing the function of the Soul-Fusion Mirror, she immediately guessed that the action of Senior Brother Qian Mo Ning and these uncles rubbing the disciple tokens before was to communicate through the disciple tokens.

Senior Brother Qian Mo Ning had probably already discovered the abnormality in his sea of ​​consciousness, and in order not to alert the enemy he had to communicate in such a covert way.

I guess no one knows about this except Senior Brother Qian Mo Ning and these Jindan-stage uncles.

As for why Uncle Liu called her at this time, she knew it very well. It was just the damage of spiritual consciousness, and healing was what she was best at.

So Fang Yue walked over without hesitation.

Seeing Fang Yue coming over, Liu Yihe only said one sentence:

"Give him some treatment."

Then he walked towards several Jindan stage cultivators.

Fang Yue nodded and replied:

"It's Uncle Master."

Then he came to Qian Mo Ning and said to him:

"Brother, don't resist."

Qian Mo Ning also understood something at this time, and there was a hint of surprise on his face.

"Junior sister is a medical practitioner?"

There are not many medical practitioners who can cure damage to spiritual consciousness. As far as he knows, the sect only has one heavenly-level medical technique that can do this. However, the Tianji technique is spiritual, and whether one can practice it depends entirely on personal luck.

Unexpectedly, there was a junior sister who practiced this technique during their mission.

He couldn't help but think of the time when the Ascension Conference in the Mortal World was held last year. There were rumors in the sect that a human-demon appeared in a small mortal world. Fortunately, it was discovered by a disciple in the Foundation Establishment Stage, who was able to seal it before it was born.

At that time, in order to prevent the spread of resentment between humans and demons, the sect also urgently sent messages to several medical practitioners on the human-demon battlefield to call them back to deal with the situation.

Unexpectedly, the case was left unresolved. It was said that the cultivator who discovered the human-demon happened to be a medical cultivator who practiced "Birth of All Things". With that disciple around, there was naturally no need to transfer anyone back from the human-demon battlefield.

The rumor didn't say whether the disciple was a boy or a girl, but there shouldn't be too many people in a class who are chosen by a heavenly-level technique.

It must be this junior sister!