Almost at this same time, the man in the T-shirt finally touched the eight-sided Han Jian.

With a click, lightning flashed, and a dazzling light shot out from the sword and penetrated into his body.

The man in the T-shirt screamed suddenly, soared up, and used his spare power to sweep the flying needles in the sky, and threw them on me.

Hundreds of unswept needles were pricked on his back.

With a bang, the Han sword landed on the ground.

But I was protected by him and was intact!

I don’t know what toxin is being fed on the needle. At the same time as the steel needle fell, the man in the T-shirt's face turned pale, and red silk like a swim-like swim-snake spread everywhere, making the face that I was so familiar with suddenly become extremely terrifying.

"Jiu...Jiulin, you must live, live..." The man in the T-shirt moved his purple-black lips and squeezed out the last word with great difficulty, then his head sank on my shoulders.

Senior Rat, Zen Master Baimei, Master Feng, T-shirt man.

They all want to save me...

Seeing the T-shirt man in such a tragic situation, my heart suddenly hurt, as if those steel needles were not pierced on his back, but a single one was pierced on my heart.

Uncontrolled tears suddenly burst out.

But at this time, I not only had no spiritual power, but I couldn't even move.

Can I just watch him die like this?

I calmed down and accumulated a lot of effort for a long time. Finally, I brewed a little strength and spit out the green vine leaves under my tongue.

Seeing that the leaves fell into the mouth of the man in the T-shirt, my heart became widespread. Then, I fainted due to exhaustion of strength.

I don’t know how long it took, but I woke up from the mist.

It was pitch black all around me, and I was floating in the void empty, unable to tell the direction, as if even time had stopped.

Just as my mind disappeared and was about to be overwhelmed by this endless darkness, a call suddenly came from afar.

The call was very light and vague, and I couldn't hear it clearly.

But he was like a green bud in the wild sand, like a candlelight in the endless darkness, making me feel an instinctive sense of intimacy and making me unable to help but approach the past.

The call kept ringing, and I got closer and closer, and finally heard it clearly.

"Jiulin, Jiulin..."

The voice was familiar and friendly, my heart trembled suddenly and slowly began to beat.

A ray of light passed by the endless darkness in front of me, which was a little dazzling. I only saw an extremely tall Buddha statue, and then fell into a coma again.

I don’t know how long it took, but I woke up again in a daze.

This time, I completely regained my consciousness and remembered everything: I was in the devil's valley of Siberia, in the demon tomb of the blood cave in the Ice Field. Master Feng died to save me, and the T-shirt man also saved me...

When I thought of this, I suddenly woke up and wanted to get up, but suddenly I felt that the ground was soft and trembling.

My whole body was soft and without any strength, but I heard a wave of extremely kind calls in my ears: "Jiulin, Jiulin..."

It's a T-shirt man!

He is fine, he is not dead!

My heart suddenly warmed up, but I still didn't have the strength to respond, and I couldn't open my eyes.

As my heart kept beating, I slowly accumulated strength and opened my eyes. Only then did I find that I was lying on the back of the man in the T-shirt.

He bent over slightly, walked forward with great difficulty, and kept calling my name.

This is no longer a mirror maze, but small oil lamps are still shining on both sides of the stone wall.

The oil lamp is miserable and not very bright, it can only illuminate about two meters of scene.

On both sides of us are pairs of big feet, all of which are carved from black stone, each pair is more than two meters long.

An extremely fishy smell filled the back of the man in T-shirt and kept drilling into my nostrils. The black blood dyed his clothes dark and stuck to his body.

He blocked hundreds of poisonous needles for me. Although he was not poisoned to death, the wounds were real.

"Jiulin, Jiu... cough cough..." The man in the T-shirt was still calling, suddenly coughing loudly, then spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body trembled.

But he still grabbed me tightly, afraid that I would fall off his back.

I have known a T-shirt man for so long, and I have never seen him so weak and seriously injured!

"Jiulin, Jiulin..." The man in T-shirt coughed for a while and started shouting again.

Although I woke up, my body was still extremely weak. Not only could I move, I didn't even have the strength to respond to him. But my tears rushed out and hit the shoulders of the man in the T-shirt.

The man in T-shirt seemed to notice it, turned around and shouted in surprise: "You are finally awake!"

At this time, he was in a mess, his hair was extremely messy on his forehead, and the dust on his face was washed by sweat one after another, as if it was a messy river beach after the flood. The blood on the corner of his mouth had not dried up, and it dripped along his neck along his chin. But his eyes were extremely bright and filled with a light of extreme joy.

"Yeah." I nodded forcibly and let out a soft sound from my nostrils.

"That's great!" The man in T-shirt shouted excitedly, then turned his head and continued to walk forward with difficulty.

"You used that green vine leaf to remove the toxins from my body. After waking up, I suddenly realized something." The man in a t-shirt walked, and said to me hoarsely: "Since that strange sound is so fierce, it must be from the center of the Demon Tomb, which is the red-area we are going to."

“That is, the direction of making the sound is the right path.”

Bang bang!
Chapter completed!