The goddess of the goddess

Chapter 322 Peerless Sword Tomb 5
With a heavy sigh, he held her in his arms, as if asking her and himself, "Will you still let me hug you in the future?"

You Feng, who was huddled in his arms, seemed not to understand, broke free from his arm, and stubbornly asked the question that hadn't been answered just now, "You haven't said anything about what you like!"

"This is Mumu's favorite thing. If you take it out, it will always be Mumu's!" Nangong Yehua pointed to the thing that was buried in the soil in front of her, with poetic and picturesque eyes that were lazy and seductive. .

He can't even touch this sword, she can only unseal it by herself, otherwise, there is no other way.

Her now good and bad symptoms are the consequences of taking the death berries. Her life is saved, but all her thinking and cognition have returned to her infancy, and her memory is even blank.

"Mu Mu is good, pull it out quickly?" Touching her head, he coaxed again.

Only the sword in the Sword Tomb can bring her back to normal.

You Feng looked at the thing in front of him, frowned, and didn't want to move it.

It seems that she really doesn't want to touch this thing, what should I do?
But the eagerness in his eyes annoyed her again, she looked at him distressedly and then at the dirty thing, and said with great reluctance, "Then I pulled it out?"

Seeing him nodding, he hesitated and finally put his hand on it.

In an instant, the sky and the earth shook and the situation changed.

Dan Yan and Dan Bai, who ran far away, suddenly turned ugly, and ran back quickly.

When he saw the place where Danyan was standing just now, the unidentifiable type of weapon stuck in the ground was being pulled out little by little by a pair of slender white hands.

The thick soil covering it also peeled off layer by layer, revealing the shining sword body, overflowing with aura, soaring straight into the sky.

Both of them opened their mouths wide, showing expressions of disbelief, and stammered, "Flow, flow..."

But it's always incomplete.

Dan Yan, who was still in shock, suddenly felt a gust of wind passing by, his eyes blurred, and the next moment he saw his brother rushing up quickly.

In an instant, cold sweat broke out in fright, and the blood froze.

The exclamation was still stuck in the throat, and I saw a person flying up, flying very high, and then quickly fell from the top of his head, smashing into a pile of weapons, without even making a sound When I came out, I passed out.

"Brother!" He ran forward in horror, and saw that the people in the pit were so angry that blood was pouring out of their mouths, and they tightly covered their mouths in fright, tears streaming down, but there was no sound at all. Dare to let yourself out.

She should have reminded her brother not to mess with them, she should have reminded her earlier, otherwise he wouldn't...

But is it useful to regret now?His brother was going to die, and she was going to die here too.

Either way, it's dead, and if you fight hard, you may still live, why not...

"I'll fight with you!" Dan Yan shouted, then pulled out a long sword beside him and stabbed at Youfeng and the others.

The staring scarlet eyes showed a strong killing intent, "You killed my brother, it was you who killed him, it was you!"

When You Feng held the sword with both hands, a strange air flow suddenly flowed from the palm of his hand all over his body, causing his body to tremble.

The soul also seemed to drift away, as if it was about to leave her body and fly into the air.

It was clearly an illusion, but she felt it was extremely real.

She felt that she was constantly floating upwards, over the clouds, over the cloudy clouds and dense rain, and settled between the lightning and thunder.

As if to tear apart her spirit including her soul, the purple lightning kept striking her body, making a terrifying electric sound, and the huge pain was blocked between her lips and teeth and turned into a sound of torment.

She clearly saw balls of black emerging from the soul, like poisonous gas, and like a living thing.

Those clumps of black quickly wanted to escape, but were smashed to pieces by the ubiquitous purple lightning in an instant.

He was shocked to see the black lumps that were still flowing out from the soul, and then dissipated one after another. The consciousness that was blank and only painful finally came back to his mind.

This is where?Why is she here and what are these black things?
However, the extreme pain stimulated her to bend over and curled up tightly, unable to think deeply.

When the last trace of black shattered under the thunder and lightning, I thought that the pain was finally coming to an end, but I didn't expect that this was just the beginning.

At this time, the purple thunder and lightning around her body had disappeared, and a more terrifying aura enveloped her, and she felt that the soul, including the soul, was trembling violently.

The dots of streamer squeezed desperately into the Soul Ruins, and were rigidly embedded in the cracks that appeared at some point, making her so painful that she couldn't stand it any longer, and shouted out to the sky.

The huddled body was forced to open, a white-purple streamer different from the streamer color just now, mixed with light blue star dots, rushing towards her densely at the same time, covering the sky and covering her whole like a cocoon It seems to be wrapped up, and the speed is beyond description.

The pain seemed to be numb, and all senses were far away from her.

So quiet, so quiet, so quiet and scary!
However, she saw a sharp blade gleaming with cold light, stabbing towards her quickly with a fierce murderous aura.

Then she saw that she was holding a white and purple flowing light, and a snow-bright long sword with a frosted blade at some point.

With just such a light wave, the stabbed sharp blade quickly condensed into frost, shattered into dots of starlight and floated away, floating, floating, floating to an invisible distance.

Staring fixedly at the illusory space, it seemed as if time had stopped passing, but the dots were still running towards her spirit.

Many strange and familiar scenes gradually emerged in my mind, as if the previous and present lives were staged at the same time.

The opened eyes were a little dazed, each frame and page was familiar and unfamiliar, and a strange feeling rose from the bottom of my heart.

It was as if a piece of broken porcelain had been thrown into a furnace to be smelted again, rubbed and fused, and something new added.

And she actually felt that the recast porcelain was herself!

A ray of light leaked from the gap in the soul that existed at some unknown time, and was blocked by these floating streamers. The streamer kept squeezing in, filling up the gap bit by bit.

Her dazed head couldn't turn a corner. Is this, repairing her soul?
(End of this chapter)