Chapter 127 The Tired Story
"Feel sorry."
Luo Huainan said.
The North Star Bell is like a stream of light, breaking through the wind and snow and leaving.
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Jing Jiu looked at Luo Huainan quietly.
Such a sudden attack and such insidious means did not change his expression.
His eyes were very calm, without anger or despair, just a little tired.
The stream of light mixed in the wind and snow.
There was a bang.
The stone wall cracks.
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Seeing that Beichen Bell completely hit, Jing Jiu fell into the blizzard again, and no longer had any luck, Luo Huainan turned around and walked into the cave.
After staying outside the cave for a very short time, his eyebrows became frozen, and the operation of his true energy became a little stagnant, knowing that he could not stay any longer.
"Junior sister, I have another adventure in this Taoist battle, so I really don't want to die. Thank you for saving me, I will definitely have a good future."
After saying this, Luo Huainan started Wanlixi and left here.
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A mouthful of blood spurted out.
The blood on the white clothes had just condensed, and a lot of blood spots appeared.
Just like the plum pictures in Curie in the West Mountain, the painter has drawn many new plums.
Bai Zaodao's heart was in chaos, and all the true energy that he had difficulty in mobilizing with the hidden scroll were dispersed.
She walked to the entrance of the cave with difficulty, looked at the wind and snow under the cliff, and silently shed two lines of clear tears, instantly turning into ice.
"What you need to do at this time is to rest, not cry."
A voice came from under the cliff.
The sound had no emotional fluctuations, as if it was colder than the wind and snow.
Bai Zao heard this sound so warm.
Jing Jiu reached out to pick her up like a child, walked into the hole, and stuffed her into the snowworm's body with a rough movement.
There is still a lot of sticky juice left in the snowworm, wrapping her body and preventing the invasion of the chill.
His right hand brushed across the hard stone wall, and countless stones fell like rain, jumped up, blocking the hole again, extremely tight, and no trace of cold wind could seep in.
Unlike Zhao leyue, Bai Zao cares about cleaning very much. If she is usually soaked in the corpse of snowworms, even if she knows the reason, she will feel disgusting.
But at this time she didn't feel this way at all, because there was only Jing Jiu in her eyes.
Her gaze moved with Jing Jiu, and she didn't want to move away for a moment, as if she was stunned.
Jing Jiu took out a pill and handed it to her.
The pill was dark red in color and ordinary in appearance, with a unique pungent smell of mugwort.
This is Xuancao Dan. When I was in Baoshu Residence in Nanhezhou, Jing Jiu once took out one.
This spiritual pill contains extremely strong fire nature, which can be eliminated by the yin and coldness of the underworld. It has even more powerful effects in refining and nourishing the golden pill, and is very precious.
The most important thing is that Xuancao Dan is produced in Xuanhua Mountain, Zhongzhou, and Bai Zao is a disciple of Zhongzhou School, and the mysterious skills he has practiced are perfectly consistent with it.
If it were the past, Bai Zao would have doubts why Jing Jiu, the Qingshan disciple, had his own spiritual pill, and at least he would be curious.
But at this time, she didn't ask anything, and opened her mouth and swallowed the Xuancao Dan.
With his lips touching his fingertips, Bai Zao was convinced that he was alive, not his own imagination, and finally felt relieved. After his spiritual sense was relaxed, he fell asleep like this.
Her veil had fallen off in the battle, revealing her beautiful face.
In her sleep, her expression seemed even weaker.
Jing Jiu looked at it with his sword and saw a bright line appearing between the girl's neck.
The Xuancao Pill has been transformed and is melting into her body.
He was a little tired, sat cross-legged and began to regulate his breathing.
It's too cold here.
The coldness is so cold that even his true energy is running a little stagnant.
Fortunately, his body is very special, so there is no need to worry about being frozen to death.
The main reason is that the consciousness that is more than 100,000 miles away has caused his true energy and spirit to be exhausted too much.
After being swallowed by the wind and snow whirlpool, he was worried that he would startle the distant existence again, so he did not dare to control the sword, so he had to climb up from the bottom of the cliff with his bare hands. For the same reason, when Luo Huainan attacked him with the Beichen Bell, he did not fight back, and took a blow, let go of his hands, and fell into the wind and snow whirlpool again.
Of course it is very dangerous. If it were other practitioners, they would definitely die.
Falling twice and climbing twice can easily make him feel bored.
He has lived twice, and he has to walk the same path of practice twice, which is really annoying.
Tiredness comes from this matter itself.
He didn't know why Luo Huainan attacked him, nor did he ask Bai Zao, but he could guess the general story with a little deduction and calculation.
People's hearts are sinister and selfish.
There are too many such stories in the world. As long as you live long enough, you will encounter them sooner or later.
Anything that is repeated too much will naturally be boring, tired and annoying.
So in those years, he only practiced in the peak of Shenmao and never saw outsiders.
I don't know how long it took, but he ended his breathing and opened his eyes.
He used his sword to see himself and confirmed that the sword pill was not damaged, and the Taoist tree was as good as before, but the true energy was running at 70% slower than usual.
Bai Zao also opened her eyes and woke up. All the medicines from Xuancao Dan were transformed into her body, making her spirit better.
But this can only ensure her temporary safety and cannot help her resist the bitter cold for a long time.
The mucus in the corpse of the snowworm will eventually be used up.
What's even more troublesome is that two extremely deep cracks appeared on her golden elixir, which could break open at any time.
Luo Huainan is really amazing to start.
Bai Zao remained silent.
The Jindan is the most difficult hurdle in the practice of Zhongzhou School, similar to the Jianmasaki of Qingshan Sword Sect.
Once the golden elixir that has been formed after thousands of hardships is broken, it is very difficult to form it again through re-practice.
Even if she is the only daughter of the head of Zhongzhou, she has countless immortal herbs and elixirs to build foundations or a golden elixir that can be formed twice, it is almost impossible to have the same grade as before.
In other words, her path of practice seems to be able to see where the end is.
There was no wind in the cave, and the chill still passed through the stones and fell on her body.
She was born with deficiencies, and was seriously injured again at this time, and was invaded by the cold, and her face turned paler.
"Sorry for placing you intimidated."
Bai Zao said softly: "But I think since you can bring me here, you should have a way to leave."
"I'm not sure, the coldness of heaven and earth is more intense than before, and the true energy is running a little bit smoother."
Jing Jiu said: "The connection between me and Fei Jian may be cut off at any time."
At some point, the iron sword returned to him and was held in his arms.
He noticed that Bai Zao's face was a little bad, and his mind moved slightly.
A sword fire emerged from the iron sword, illuminating the stone cave, looking like a torch.
The iron sword burned in his arms, and the picture looked a bit magical.
The fire looked a little warm, but compared to the coldness of the outside world invading, it was still too weak. The surface of the residual snow on the cave wall had just melted and quickly formed into solid ice.
Looking at his pale face on the ice, Bai Zao made up his mind.
"I can let you leave. Luo Huainan thought I only had one Wanli Seal, but I actually had one."
Chapter completed!