His face was very plain, as if nothing really happened, but when Ye Qingli's immortality sprinkled on his wound, his brow still slightly unknowingly frowned.

Ye Qingli pursed her lips.

She knew that this man has always regarded himself as more important than the sky. Others, in front of him, never counted as one thing.

She stared at Jun Aohan's wound and frowned.

She uses the most effective resurrection elixir.

The magical thing can almost regenerate the amputated limb.

However, it was applied to Jun Aohan's wound as if it had no effect at all.

Near Jun Aohan's wound, there seemed to be a mass of death energy, swallowing all the vitality and aura there.

"nothing."

Jun Aohan rubbed Ye Qingli's hair.

In his eyes, there was an unabashed spoiled expression.

"It's just that I suddenly interrupted the time of accepting the inheritance, and the resulting backlash just disappeared in a few days."

"In other words, how many days will you have to endure such pain?"

Ye Qingli raised her eyebrows.

Although Jun Aohan did not show it, she could see that this kind of pain was not something ordinary people could bear.

"In this world, there seems to be nothing, I can't heal."

She raised her eyebrows, revealing her strong self-confidence.

"Even if I die, I can pull him back from the ghost door, not to mention a minor injury?"

After she finished, she immediately withdrew the golden needle from her arms!

This time it was an unabashed full shot!

One hundred and eight gold needles were all held in her palm by her, and then the golden light flashed.

Even the person with the best eyesight cannot see exactly what Ye Qingli's movements are like.

Jun Aohan only felt that there was a burst of tingling in his wound, and then there was a cool meaning, which quickly flowed into his meridians.

As moisturizing and nourishing his meridians, it made him feel extremely comfortable.

Subsequently, Ye Qingli took out a dagger directly from her arms.

A flash of cold light flashed through, and she directly cut off the carrion at Jun Aohan's wound!

A stream of black water suddenly flowed out.

Ye Qingli couldn't help frowning because of the extremely smelly smell.

"Good bloody murderousness!"

The ancient killing intention contained in it makes Ye Qingli's spiritual consciousness almost unbearable.

Jun Aohan said indifferently: "The antiquity blood moon evil deity, the inheritance left behind, of course, will not be harmless to ordinary people and animals.

"You've been dissolving and swallowing it all this time?"

Ye Qingli asked thoughtfully.

At this time, she seemed to have forgotten her previous unhappiness, frowning slightly, focused and calm.

That kind of charm made Jun Aohan couldn't help but stunned.

"Actually, I didn't mean not to come to you on purpose."

He was very helpless.

"Hush—"

Ye Qingli pressed a finger on his lips.

"I'm not interested in listening to your explanation, and telling me everything from the beginning to the end."

"I was originally planning to teleport to the original location of the Star Continent, but I didn't know what went wrong during the teleportation process, so I was directly transported to the wild continent ..."

Jun Aohan took a deep breath and said slowly.

"Wild Continent!"

Ye Qingli couldn't help but take a breath!

That is the most terrifying place in the entire spiritual world!