The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1872 Erling wants to get rid of him
Soon followed the lengthy stairway to the deepest part of the underground.

There is a dark river here, and the river flows darkly, adding a touch of life to this dead underground world.

As soon as she arrived here, Leng Wuyou sensed the familiar aura. She raised her eyes slightly and saw a person lying on the bank of the dark river. The familiar face made Leng Wuyou's pupils shrink.

With a flash of figure, it disappeared instantly like a phantom, and when it reappeared, it was already beside Jun Moyuan.

At this moment, Jun Moyuan's face was as pale as paper, cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and wet his black hair.

The bloodless lips were tightly pressed together, and the brows were wrinkled in pain.

Leng Wuyou raised his hand to help him up, his cold face became more and more condensed.

The jaw line was tense, the cool lips were pursed, and the color of the lips turned pale because of too much force, and a flash of distress flashed in the dark eyes.

But just as she helped her up, her movements froze for a moment.

Her hand touched Jun Moyuan's back, it was wet and sticky, and there was a bloody smell from the tip of her nose. This strong bloody smell made her eyes darken.

Looking sideways at his back, I saw that the purple clothes on his back were even darker, with a large mark printed on it.

Raising his hand and tearing it vigorously, only a sound of "tearing" was heard, the clothes on Jun Moyuan's back were torn open, and what caught his eye was a shocking red, the hideous wound, faintly visible white bones.

Senbai's bones suddenly pierced into Leng Wuyou's heart like a sharp sword, causing her cold heart to twitch suddenly.

"Huh" let out a long breath, and raised his palm with a white light filled with a touch of warm gold, covering Jun Moyuan's wound.

The hideous and shocking traces recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's just that Leng Wuyou knows that the biggest problem with him is not these injuries.

The back injury recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But it was back to normal in a moment.

Leng Wuyou let him lie in his arms, stretched out his hands and pulled the clothes off his chest, looked at the blood-red totem on his chest, and the phantom of the dagger in the center of the totem, pushed closer to the center, only a short distance away. A little bit will completely sink into his heart.

The pale fingertips trembled, and a mass of natural divine power was injected by her, temporarily suppressing the curse and protecting his heart.

Jun Moyuan has two gates of life, one for the heart and one between the eyebrows.

If one of his strengths is lost, it will drop rapidly, and to what extent it will fall at that time is really difficult to control.

Maybe it's just a fall to become an ordinary person, maybe it's still possible to retain a little bit of cultivation.

But no matter which one it is, it is not a good thing for Jun Moyuan. What is his real identity?
Through various clues and another consciousness in his body, she also guessed and knew that he was the enemy of the evil spirit.

When she was in Zhuojiu Town last time, the attitude of those evil spirits made her a little suspicious, and she also knew his other identity, as well as the scene she saw when the soul returned to the ancient times.

The dagger used by the demon clansman who betrayed him at that time, the evil spirit lingering on it can be seen at a glance, it was obtained from Erling, so it is said that Erling wanted to get rid of him.

If those evil spirits were to know Jun Moyuan's current state, they might not let it go.

Natural divine power was continuously injected into Jun Moyuan's body.

Leng Wuyou's face turned a little pale.

Although this is an underground world, the evil spirit of resentment is not as strong as outside, but it still exists after all.

The light and dark spiritual sources in her body were very restless, which made her feel uncomfortable. In addition, she was still injecting natural divine power into Jun Moyuan's body, which made it even more difficult.

A bead of sweat ran down his fair cheeks to his chin, and then dripped onto Jun Moyuan's face.

It wasn't until half an hour passed that Leng Wuyou withdrew his hand, looked at the temporarily suppressed curse, and let out a long breath.

(End of this chapter)