Dragon Warrior

The heavy rain was torrential, the thunder was rumbling, and the dense raindrops hit the branches and leaves, making a crackling sound. Hanxue had moved away from Wu Yi as much as possible, but was still shocked by the monstrous fighting spirit and had to summon Yuhuan. Resisting the remaining waves of the Potian Halberd, she finally understood at this moment why a divine weapon would cause a violent disturbance in the cultivation world.

The golden light gradually dissipated, and the Skybreaker turned into nothingness again. Wu Yi's vision went dark, his consciousness was completely blurred, and his body was like a kite with a broken string. Following the six cold corpses, they fluttered down, and a bolt of lightning pierced through them. The night sky was dazzlingly red, like a rain of blood.

Han Xue quickly swooped down, and the silver energy condensed into a long rope, wrapped Wu Yi around his waist, and pulled him back to his side. He was as pale as paper, with his eyes closed, leaning limply against Han Xue's body. On the shoulders, the arrogance and arrogance just now disappeared without a trace, and he looked like an ordinary Chinese boy, but the slightly frowned brows, even in a coma, still had an indelible pain, which made people look a little Distressed.

"How many secrets are you hiding in your heart?" Han Xue looked at that side face obsessively, she was clearly close at hand, but she had the illusion of being thousands of miles away, even if she was together day and night, it was still difficult for her to walk into Wu In Yi's heart, however, there is a kind of ignorance growing in his heart, and he also vaguely understands why Niya is so decisive, so unwilling to turn back.

Yin Han and his party had already died in the west, and Niya's revenge was finally avenged. Han Xue breathed a sigh of relief. While supporting Wu Yi, she took away their universe bags. After absorbing the souls of the six people , took Wu Yi through the heavy rain and fog, and returned to Shuilian Cave again. Before he had time to check today's results, he quickly helped Wu Yi up, put his hands on the back of his heart, and continuously input Yuanli, so that he could recover from the coma. Wake up as soon as possible.

The 'Forbidden Art' was sealed by the family. Han Xue had never personally experienced the pioneering work of her ancestors, but she knew very well that those terrible consequences would definitely not be alarmist. Just a low-level monk at the blood-transformation level?

The pure silver energy circulated endlessly in Wu Yi's body. Han Xue almost emptied his dantian, but found that all these efforts were in vain. Wu Yi had lost his self-awareness and replenished it into his dantian. All the energy in his body has dissipated, without any effect. Although he is still breathing at this moment, his spiritual world has completely collapsed, like a living dead, with only one breath left.

"You... Didn't you say that you are sure? Why did you still end up like this? What should I do if I'm left here alone, in a state of immortality!" Han Xue withdrew her hands in a slumped manner Tears rolled down like broken beads. Anxiety, sadness, fear, remorse, and many emotions were intertwined, completely turning into a helpless little girl, extremely flustered.

Wu Yi had been seriously injured before, but he was not unconscious like now, and Han Xue was amazed by his perverted recovery ability, never needing to worry about him, this time she thought Wu Yi could recover on his own like before, But he didn't expect the consequences of the taboo technique to be so serious, it completely emptied Wu Yi, and he couldn't wake up from the coma.

The reason why the spiritual attack is so powerful is that once the spiritual world of the monk collapses, it is difficult to recover. Wu Yi is too weak, so he uses the forbidden technique to stimulate the potential of the body, and uses the imperial weapon to destroy Yin Han and others in an instant. Six monks in the late stage of Chongshen Realm, and he himself exhausted all his strength and fell into a coma. This is similar to Xiaohuo, except that Xiaohuo's talent is extraordinary, and he can recover again after a short dormancy, while Wu Yi is just an ordinary monk, without such a special physique, he can't wake up on his own at all.

The heavy rain continued, raindrops dripped from all the large and small vents in the cave, misty water vapor filled the air, Han Xue sat on the stone bed obsessively, looking at the unconscious Wu Yi, A faint layer of water mist formed on the faces of both of them, and they were very wet and uncomfortable, but they could no longer feel it.

Wu Yi completely lost consciousness, and Han Xue's mind echoed scenes after the two met each other. The initial anger and grievances had long since disappeared, and what was left was only deep trust and dependence. In the depths of my mind, I didn't notice it at all, until now, it all popped up, becoming extremely clear and profound.

Before meeting Wu Yi, Han Xue never thought that she would cry for a man, and she had known him for only three days, but at this moment, her heart was so sad that she couldn't control her inner emotions at all. The soul has already been assembled, but there is no joy in her heart. Maybe Wu Yi felt the same as her when he got Niya's jade!

"This is your thing, I don't care about it, you can keep it for yourself!" Han Xue took out Wu Yi's jade, which he handed over to Han Xue before he acted, just in case of accidents, but it turned out really It came true, and annoyed, she stuffed this piece of jade into Wu Yi's hand again.

This was originally a little girl's innocent behavior, and it was completely impulsive, but an unbelievable scene appeared, Yu Jue exuded a milky white light, and a light blue soul flew out of Yu Jue, fluttering in the air After a while, they lined up neatly and fell into Wu Yi's eyebrows.

"How could this be?" Han Xue's eyes widened. At this moment, Wu Yi had lost consciousness, and it was impossible to release the soul in Yu Jue. The scene in front of him was extremely real. What, but she didn't act rashly, but carefully observed everything, and a small spark appeared again in the long-extinguished hope.

What Han Xue couldn't see was that in Wu Yi's sea of ​​consciousness, the black rosary slowly rotated, devouring souls one after another greedily, and the surrounding nine white beads also emitted a soft silver light, turning the black rosary Imprisoned within a fixed range of activities, a faint life force flows in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the power of consciousness that has been exhausted has gradually awakened, and Wu Yi's consciousness has also gradually recovered. At the beginning, he was able to perceive everything around him, and soon regained the ability to act.

"Why are you looking at me like this, like a ghost?" Wu Yi looked at Han Xue's terrified expression, touched his cheek, and asked suspiciously.

"It's not...you...you...what's the situation?" Hanxue was surprised and delighted at the same time. She couldn't figure out what happened, and she became incoherent for a while. Wu Yi came back to life again. She is a little hard to accept.

Wu Yi noticed that the string of rosary beads reappeared in the sea of ​​divine consciousness and was frantically devouring the souls he had worked so hard to collect. Fourteen spirits left only the poor four, which made his heart ache, and blamed him: "Didn't you keep it? Why did you just put it in my hands and waste so much?"

"But... how did you do it? All these souls ran into your head, and then you woke up? It's incredible!" Han Xue accidentally saved Wu Yi's life, but she couldn't help it. Can't believe this fact.

"Have you forgotten about the 'Sword of Soul'? I have mastered a special technique, so the power of my consciousness is far superior to monks of the same level, but you don't have to think about it, this is a family secret , if I hand it over to you, I will be punished by God!" Wu Yi's thinking changed quickly, and the secret of the black rosary must not be revealed, so he immediately made up a reasonable excuse.

Hanxue curled her mouth, and said disdainfully: "Cut... I don't care about this girl. Just now you were unconscious and scared me to death. If you become half-dead, wouldn't I want to support you forever?"

"Stop dreaming, I won't entrust myself to an unreliable girl so easily." Wu Yi recalled the scene just now. After killing Yin Han and the others, they were completely broken. Now that I think about it, it's really true. Some fear.

Seeing that this guy not only didn't appreciate her life-saving grace, but also dared to belittle her like this, Han Xue's pretty face was frosty, her slender hands were raised high, and she said coquettishly, "Are you looking for a beating?"

"Okay, okay, thanks to your help this time, I only have four souls left here, can I still gather the number of hundreds?" Wu Yi hurriedly dodged, and now the most concerned thing is to consume sixty souls , Can you walk out of the gates of hell?

Han Xue threw Yin Han and the others' Qiankun bag to Wu Yi, and asked him to search for it slowly. When he found the third piece of jade, Wu Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief. Both have at least thirty spirits, enough for the two of them to make up a hundred spirits.

"There are fifty-eight spirits in this piece of jade, which should be the newly appointed boss. It seems that this group of monks have been ambush for a long time, but this time it fell into the hands of this young master." Wu Yi pointed to a piece of jade, and said with some emotion, it is estimated that Yin Han will be quite depressed at this time, the boss has only been in office for a day, and he was inexplicably wiped out. reduced to nothing.

Han Xue stretched her waist, let out a long breath, and said relaxedly: "Tonight is really safe and sound, I knew you, a shameless guy, would not die so easily. It seems that there is a prophecy It's true."

"What prophecy?" Wu Yi asked curiously.

"The scourge will last for thousands of years, hahaha..." Han Xue said with a big laugh, the silver bell-like laughter echoed in the cave, making the dreary rainy night a little more angry.