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Wu Tang's hands trembled a little, he had never seen his junior brother who was so seriously injured in his memory, and all the pills were taken out at this time.

But he had already given the best elixir to his junior brother before, and the others would not have very good effects.

Wu Tang knelt beside Wen Yanke, so anxious that she took out everything.But no matter what method he used, Wen Yanke who was on the side didn't respond.

Although Wu Tang had resentment towards Wen Yanke, he had long wanted to let it go these days, it was just a dream after all.

Moreover, he was completely different from his current self after becoming a demon again, even if Wen Yanke killed him, it would be justifiable.

And now he is not possessed, and he will not allow himself to be possessed, so he is very clear that dreams and reality are two different things.

Seeing his junior brother unconscious now, Wu Tang naturally felt very distressed.

There was a faint fragrance lingering in the room, it was still pitch black outside, and the soft light of the luminous pearl quietly fell on the two of them.

When Wu Tang was so anxious that she didn't know what to do, Wen Yanke suddenly snorted and frowned.

Wu Tang hurriedly leaned over to see his reaction. Wen Yanke was sweating slightly on her forehead, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were closed tightly and her expression seemed impatient with pain.

This seems to be...a sign of madness?

Wu Tang sat on the bed sluggishly, lost in this kind of ghostly place, without Master here, he was completely panicked, and couldn't think of any way to save Wen Yanke.

He hastily sent a sound transmission to the elder brother downstairs to let him come up, after all the elder brother has been conceived for hundreds of years, so maybe there is a way to deal with this kind of thing.

The elder brother came up soon, and was surprised to see Wen Yanke's appearance. He observed it a little, and frowned slightly: "The younger brother seems to have suffered a serious injury to his spiritual consciousness."

Hearing this, Wu Tang came back to his senses, and hurriedly went on to look for some magical medicine to heal his spiritual consciousness: "Oh, my spiritual consciousness is injured..."

"I heard the headmaster once said that the younger brother's consciousness was injured when he was conceived, and the sea of ​​consciousness is several times wider than that of the monks at the Nascent Soul stage. This time he was injured again. It’s not something that ordinary pills can do.” The senior brother sighed.

Wu Tang was dumbfounded.

In fact, he also tried the elixir for Wen Yanke to repair his consciousness just now, but it really didn't work.

Wu Tang was like a drowning man whose last straw was pulled out, he was oppressed and breathless, and felt an inexplicable panic.

"Then what should we do?" Wu Tang could only hope that Eldest Senior Brother had other methods, his eyes were full of hope.

The senior brother avoided that line of sight, in fact, he already knew that the pair of senior brothers did not look compatible on the outside, and that the senior brother always bullied the younger brother.

But in fact, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. Now it seems that Wu Tang has no feelings for his junior brother.

"Let me try." Eldest brother gritted his teeth, and another way is to poke his divine sense in to help heal.

It's just that most monks instinctively resist the spiritual consciousness of others, unless they come into contact with the spiritual consciousness in this way when they are dual cultivation.

After all, it was for helping, although it was inappropriate, but it would not be difficult for Wen Yanke to ask for his consent when she was awake.

But at this moment, Wen Yanke was completely in a coma, so it was no easy task.And if the other party resists, it will also injure and injure one's own consciousness.

Wu Tang nodded quickly, and sat on the back of the bed, leaning against the wall to make room for the elder brother.

Eldest brother did not take the seat that Wu Tang vacated, and found a wooden pier beside him to sit down.

He closed his eyes, and slowly released a ray of spiritual consciousness, because Wu Tang was sitting beside Wen Yanke, his spiritual consciousness had to pass by Wu Tang's side before reaching Wen Yanke.But before he could touch the corner of Wutang's clothes, Wen Yanke strangled all that ray of consciousness.

Fortunately, at the beginning, the elder brother was just probing and didn't separate out too much consciousness, but he was also severely injured, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

He paled for a while and then frightened. Even though he knew that Wen Yanke's spiritual sense was powerful, he didn't expect that even with such a serious injury, he would have such majestic strength. No.

If he had more divine consciousness just now, he might be unconscious together with Wen Yanke.

"He resists my spiritual sense... I can't even get close to him three feet away." The elder brother shook his head, and sat on a wooden pier to adjust his breath.

Wu Tang threw a bottle of elixir, even the senior brother couldn't do anything, almost fell into despair holding his legs.

The elder brother called the person headed by Jian Yanzong up again, but he had the same result as the elder brother, but he vomited more blood and fell into a coma, and was escorted away by the people of Jian Yanzong.

"I'll try to find other people to come up, maybe there will be someone with a strong spiritual sense who can help."

The elder brother got better after taking the elixir, and once again realized the gap between him and Wen Yanke. The elixir that Wen Yanke used had no effect turned out to be effective on her body, so she couldn't help but sighed secretly.

"No need, senior brother." Wu Tang stopped in a low voice.

The elder brother raised his eyelids, with doubts in his eyes.

"Let me try it." Wu Tang looked a little worried.

The elder brother raised his head, and only then remembered that Wu Tang was also at the Jindan period. He probed Wutang vainly, and found that he was already at the Dzogchen stage at the Jindan stage. It is necessary to break through and enter the momentum of the Nascent Soul Stage.

The elder brother was stunned for a moment, perhaps because the appearance of the second ancestor of Wu Tang was deeply ingrained, he actually took two seconds to realize this fact.

Indeed, it seems that the person with the highest cultivation here, besides him, is Wu Tang.

It's just that Wu Tang's spiritual consciousness isn't that strong, at least it's far behind him.

The senior brother didn't hold out much hope and nodded.

In fact, Wu Tang didn't think he could make it, he had prepared the elixir for himself, and only waited for his elder brother to take it for him as soon as he was injured and passed out.

"Be careful, only a small wisp of spiritual consciousness will be separated out first." The elder brother reminded him from the side.

Wu Tang pursed her lips on the bed, the stronger the spiritual consciousness, the more refined the control of the spiritual consciousness, even Wu Tang tried his best, but he couldn't divide his spiritual consciousness into details.

He lay on the bed, didn't bother to divide the broken jars, and made preparations to lie with Wen Yanke for a while, and it would be convenient for the elder brother to take care of them.

He gritted his teeth fiercely, and directly poked over.

He thought that what was waiting for him was the same ending as the elder brother and the leader of Jian Yanzong——

He was strangled without touching the corner of Wen Yanke's clothes, but he didn't expect that he trembled around the corner of Wen Yanke's clothes with his eyes closed and tried for a long time, but he didn't wait for that kind of spiritual pain.

Wu Tang opened his eyes and looked at Wen Yanke who was beside him who was still in a coma. His brows were still tightly furrowed, his eyes were closed tightly, and there was no sign of waking up.

He froze for a moment, took another step closer tentatively, and touched Wen Yanke's forehead.

He got away with one blow, like dew brushing over a flower petal, and quickly withdrew his consciousness, but Wen Yanke still didn't respond.

Seeing this, the eldest brother was also stunned.

Generally speaking, monks instinctively resist the divine consciousness of others, even those who are familiar with them. There is only one exception, and that is that the two people have double cultivated before.

This absurd idea popped up in the elder brother's mind, and he dismissed it in an instant.

Absolutely impossible.

Maybe it's because the pair of senior brothers get along too closely on weekdays, so their spiritual senses are familiar with each other.Therefore, just a simple touch will not cause resistance, after all, there is no real fusion of spirit and consciousness.

However, the next moment, he was shocked again.

Wen Yanke's divine consciousness, which was originally full of murderous aura, unexpectedly separated out a ray of divine consciousness after Wu Tang's brief touch, and probed towards the direction where Wu Tang had just left.