Chapter 20 Long Hair Blood Repair

Losing his right arm, Shura in white was seriously injured. He stopped while walking and didn't know where he was going.

Looking up, there were lush forests. Zhao Haoran tried many times. The seal under Sima Feng in his body was completely condensed by water aura. It was really difficult to break it. He could only slowly devour the water aura with soul power little by little. If it goes on like this, I'm afraid it won't be done in ten days and a half months. The law has unsealed.

And even if the seal can be untied, as long as Sima Feng finds something wrong, he will definitely seal again, and all his efforts will be in vain.

"Let's go quickly." Baiyi Shuluo pulled the rope and came back to stare at him. He thought to himself that when he got to the place, he took out the soul ring and would definitely peel and bone him alive, otherwise it would be difficult to understand the cruelty of his heart.

Zhao Haoran frowned and didn't say anything. He couldn't tell the direction all the way. He had been walking for three days and didn't know where Sima Feng wanted to take him, but he didn't need to ask.

Sima Feng has Jedi confidence in his seal, so he didn't mean to check it, but he didn't know that Zhao Haoran practiced the whole soul method. Even the water seal will be slowly melted by him. When his cultivation is high enough, he will not even be afraid of this seal at all. Releasing the seal is simply to supplement his soul power. .

It's getting late, and Sima Feng seems to want to stop and rest for a while. There is a small temple in the jungle not far away that I don't know how long it has been built.

When I walked in, I saw that it seemed to have been abandoned for a long time. There were cobwebs everywhere. The divine position of the temple was placed with a night fork worshipped by Brahma. There were only three legs left on the table, standing alone. As soon as the breeze passed, there was a rustling sound, which was extremely horrible in the night.

Neither Sima Feng nor Zhao Haoran are ordinary people, and they don't care about gods and ghosts at all.

Among the seven sects, there is no other sect that believes in ghosts and gods except Brahism, but faith is not necessarily a bad thing. At least in the secular world, the influence of Brahma is much greater than other sects. Many small countries have designated Brahma as the state religion, which shows its great prestige.

"Stay honest." Sima Feng always speaks simply, as if saying one more willlei him. Zhao Haoran has long been used to it.

In such a place, Zhao Haoran doesn't have many other ideas. The soul power is sealed, the consciousness is invalid, and even the specific direction can't be judged, let alone escape, or sit down to consume a little water seal.

It didn't take long for Sima Feng to run back, with a bundle of dry wood and a frozen wild boar in his hand, and his eyes rolled away as if he were still alive.

Lighting the firewood, Sima Feng roasted the wild boar and handed Zhao Haoran a large piece of wild boar. Before arriving at the destination, he didn't want Zhao Haoran to starve to death, sealed the soul power, and the consumption of the body on the way was very huge. However, Sima Feng underestimated Zhao Haoran's physical strength, and Dayan wanted to add The spiritual liquid of the Broken Soul Hall will not be a big problem to eat Sima Feng's soul skills.

At the beginning, Zhao Haoran still wanted to ask Gong Yang Chen for help, but the ice sword seemed to lose its reaction. No matter how much he called, there was no movement. He had no choice but to give up and lost the help of this ancient strong man. Zhao Haoran could only rack his brains to find opportunities.

Baiyi Shura's barbecue technology is really bad. The wild boar is half cooked. In order to preserve his strength, Zhao Haoran can only swallow it with the fishy smell.

"Sleep, don't move." After saying that, Sima Feng lay in the haystrate in front of the divine throne, and obliquely above was the blue claws waving by Yecha.

Zhao Haoran took a look and chose a place near the corner of the wall to lie down. With the strength of his body, he would not be tired at all after a day, and it was a little difficult to fall asleep at night.

Lying on the dilapidated wall, there is a constant creaking sound, as if it will fall at any time. At night, there is often a strong wind in the mountains and forests, and the dilapidated temples can't resist the attack of the gale.

Sima Feng lay quietly on the ground as if he didn't feel it.

Zhao Haoran knew in his heart that the consciousness of the white-clothed Shura must be locking himself tightly in case he had the idea of running away.

Looking at the stars in the sky, Zhao Haoran sighed. He hasn't been so leisurely for a long time. Since he entered the Lanhai Sect, he has been busy practicing. If he is not careful against the enemy, he can no longer find some happy times in his childhood. This is the feeling of growing up.

In the past, Xiaoyueer lay on the grass outside the village and played together, imagined what the fairy in the sky was busy with, shared the delicious pie made by Xiaoyueer's mother, and slowly fell asleep.

There was a crackling sound, like firecrackers set off by mortals in the secular world to celebrate the festival. Zhao Haoran was awakened.

In his eyes, the giant claws of the nightsha statue on the divine throne fell off from his arm and hit Sima Feng's body. Zhao Haoran's soul power was sealed and could be felt. Sima Feng woke up early. A white light appeared in his eyes. After appearing, he turned into an icicle, touching the giant claws, two They are all shattered.

At the realm of the soul in March, it is no longer confined to ordinary soul skills. Every part of the body can use soul power to perform soul skills, which is very powerful.

In the night, Zhao Haoran could only barely see what had happened. A loud laugh came from all directions, and he could not judge the other party's position by his ears alone.

Zhao Haoran's eyes lit up. He remembered that it was this laugh when he was in Zhaojiazhuang, which scared Sima Feng to turn around and leave. It seems that he should be the sworn enemy of Shura in white. Maybe he can take the opportunity to get out of the control of Shura in white, but now is not the best time, because he saw Sima Feng staring at him desperately. I didn't care about the laughter not far away.

In desperation, Zhao Haoran could only shrink to the corner again. The soul power could not be used, and the possibility of being accidentally injured in other people's fights was still very high.

"Ghost, get out of here." Baiyi Shura shouted behind the statue. The earth statue was already dilapidated and cracked into flying ashes in an instant. The whole temple became foggy. Zhao Haoran narrowed his eyes, but only saw the red and white light shining one after another. It seemed that the two fought equally, and no one took advantage of it.

To Zhao Haoran's surprise, the red light emitted by the person's soul skill did not seem to be the aura of fire, and the air was filled with a bloody atmosphere. When the statue of the ashes fell to the ground, he saw the appearance of the people.

The long hair that almost fell to the ground is the most obvious sign. I don't know what the clothes on his body are made of. The red robe seems to flow, and the blood is emitted from above. Every time he takes action, there is a wound in the arm, accompanied by A small stream of blood flowed out, and Sima Feng seemed to be very afraid and dared not touch it.

The long-haired man's face is as pale as a dead man, his fingers are a little longer than ordinary people, and his casting is particularly flexible.

Zhao Haoran observed for a long time and found an amazing fact again. It doesn't take time for a long-haired man to perform soul art. It's all sent out instantly. No wonder the white-clothed Shura is so afraid of him. Even the Japanese soul can't do instant soul art at will.

Looking carefully at each attack between the two, the battle between the March Souls is a rare scene. Zhao Haoran can benefit a lot by gaining a little experience from their battle.

Blood repair?

Zhao Haoran suddenly thought of a possibility. In addition to the orthodox soul, there are also many soul people with a biased sword. This long-haired person is likely to be a blood cultivation, a group of soul people who use blood energy. They completely develop the blood in their bodies. Usually, the aura of heaven and earth is not stored in the martial soul, but It is distributed in the blood, and every drop of blood contains a powerful aura of heaven and earth.

When the soul art is performed, it is instantaneous, which is also the reason why blood cultivation began to prevail. However, it was later found that blood cultivation has great drawbacks, and its life expectancy is much less than that of ordinary soul people, so it gradually declined. I didn't expect to be lucky to see it today.

His long-haired and bloody face can't be seen clearly, and he can't judge his age.