Chapter 43 I'm from the earth
Chapter 43 I'm from the earth
Although Ziyi didn't know how Su Yong brought himself into the Tianhuoyuan, he saw that the four fields were vast, and he had to make up his mind, red and a pretty face to pick up Su Yong**'s scorched black body.
The huge mountain range is a faint purple-blue from afar, which is not far from the gray sky and the slightly red earth. It is also an indistinguishable light and blurred shadow. But if you approach, you will find that the mountain range is like a huge beehive, with countless holes, and each hole seems to be connected by several other passages, with bright and dark light.
This is a thousand-hole exquisite mountain that has been hollowed out by countless holes.
When Ziyi was about to step into one of the caves with Su Yong in his arms, the cave suddenly lit up like a torch.
But it's not a torch, but a sword.
This sword is like a jumping fire, which is brighter and more dazzling than the hot sun sword they saw in the magic wolf continent. As a venerable person, Ziyi has seen many famous swords, but at this moment, it seems to have taken away the soul of this sword.
The material of this sword is not good. It is just made of ordinary ores, but the light on the sword is not a sharp edge, but a real flame. A man burned a flame on the weapon with internal force.
This sword is held on a pale wrist with a slight purple-blue color. Zi Yi raised his head and saw a thin middle-aged man.
He has three long whiskers, his skin is gray and yellow, and his eyes are like burning charcoal fire, but his eyes are extremely cold.
He is not a sharp ear, let alone a dead leaf man. Like them, he should be an ancient warrior.
The middle-aged man looked at her in silence. After looking at her for a long time, he turned his eyes to Su Yong in her arms. Seeing the wound on his chest, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Put him down." His voice, with an unquestionable majestic tone, made the purple clothes, as a spiritual warrior, do it without any resistance.
The sharp sword with fire was placed on Su Yong's black chest, and the flame suddenly rose a little higher.
"There is still some help." The middle-aged man said lightly, with no emotion in his tone.
"He..." Ziyi didn't know what to say. In fact, she didn't know what had happened before.
"He melted the soul protector Huang Jing." The middle-aged man said coldly, "That's something that can only be tolerated by the huge body of the blood crow. He dares to forcibly swallow it with his small body. He is really bold."
A blood crow is as big as seven or eight human feet, while the blood crow is bright red, and its blood is many times stronger than that of human beings. But even if it is an ordinary blood crow, if its cultivation is not enough, it still dares not touch this kind of yellow crystal, although it knows that this kind of crystal is very useful for them.
Only blood crow strong people like Tiange or Charon dare to use this kind of soul-protecting strong crystal.
Unexpectedly, Su Yong kept it close to his body, but it was opened due to the temperature on the sky fire. How can his small body stand it? So almost every drop of blood seemed to be boiled, which made him fearlessly step on the Tianhuoyuan, which is comparable to the temperature of lava.
And his body temperature seemed to be higher than the ground of Tianhuoyuan at that moment, so he left a flame all the way.
But because he had exhausted his strength before, he finally ran desperately with his purple clothes in his arms, and finally forced out the heat of Huang Jing, so that his body would not be steamed by the heat.
This shield Huang Jing is very strange. Most of the heat is concentrated in his high-speed moving lower body, so there is fire under his feet, but his head is cool, so that he will not lose his mind in the crazy heat dissipation.
Because of this special reason, the hair and eyebrows on his head, as well as the sparse scum, are well preserved. It's just... it's just the body and hair of the lower body, but it's a mess. The purple clothes accidentally fell on his waist, and his pretty face turned red like a purple shirt on his body.
"He still has a heartbeat," the middle-aged man pulled it out of the air and pulled out a gown. After covering his lower body, he said coldly, "It's a good thing to get through it. You just need to have a good rest. Just take care of it here." After saying that, the figure shattered and disappeared in the air, just like the earth god outside the sky and fire field.
I'm afraid Su Yong doesn't know that it's because of such a coincidence that the heat energy that needed to be stimulated by Huang Jing in the past has been hidden in his body. His "extreme" sword move no longer needs external stimulation and has become a field that he can master.
And the extreme sword move can break the fake fairy soul fighter in half with one knife, which can be seen that it is already a deep cultivation belonging to the level of true immortals. I'm afraid that Changsheng, the sword god in white, doesn't know that the true immortal cultivation that he has achieved after 800 years of hard practice can be done in a short period of time with only a piece of yellow crystal on another person that he can't see at all.
The limit, popularly speaking, is to burn the small universe. It is to exhaust the energy of every drop of blood, which is a way to squeeze out every potential. Similarly, practitioners need to be able to withstand the pain of breaking their bodies.
It seems very simple to say, but in fact, your own cultivation, the external environment, and your own unique triggering things must be fused in a specific time, and the probability is infinitely close to zero.
Ziyi looked at Su Yong's face slowly rosy, and the blood that kept jumping in the wound also fell down, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
She knew that the reason why the mysterious middle-aged man did not wrap the shocking wound was to let his blood dissipate the residual heat and calm down as soon as possible.
"Water..." She heard Su Yong shouting in a weak voice. She was stunned and looked around, only to find that the surrounding stone walls were reflective, as bright as ice and snow.
There was no water source everywhere, but she saw the blood at the corners of her mouth on the edge. At that moment, she was a little stunned and seemed to understand something.
She glanced around and made sure that the middle-aged man had gone away before she carefully bowed down and sent a fragrant lilac tongue into Su Yong's blood-stained lips tremblingly.
On the lilac tongue, there is a drop of agar jade and liquid flowing like pearls, and then dripping on Su Yong's dry mouth.
"It's so sweet." She heard Su Yong mutter, and her face couldn't help but have a fever, and her face blushed almost covered with blood.
That's not right. Ziyi suddenly woke up and suddenly opened his eyes. He was looking at Su Yong's big eyes and smiling at him.
"You..." She raised her eyebrows, and a pair of plain hands grabbed it like ghost claws: "How dare you tease me."
But the blood water on the scorched black chest immediately gushed out a small piece of blood fog, which made her two sharp claws instantly turn into Rouyi and gently pressed him.
"You dead man, it's all like this, can't you be serious?" She was angry and heartbroken, and she didn't know what to do.
Su Yong licked his mouth and laughed in a low voice, "Eat mine and spit it back... This lyrics really makes sense, haha."
The red face in purple looked around, and then shyly clung to the lump on his forehead. He felt the warmth and said, "Are you a bad guy better?"
"Well," Su Yongyi said seriously, "It's almost done, but I'm afraid we have to wait for the bridal chamber."
"Clap." He slapped him gently on his left face, but there was not even a trace left.
"You think it's beautiful."
"Think beautifully?" Su Yong deliberately frowned.
"I'm only 22 years old this year." Zi Yi looked at him angrily and whispered.
"So that's why I told the creation god Thunderfire about the decisive battle in two years." Su Yong sighed, "If I can't get through that, I won't let you down."
The purple clothes hugged him tightly, and tears fell on his face like rain.
A cold voice suddenly sounded in the calm.
"Are you going to fight with Thunder and Fire?"
Ziyi left in a hurry, but she didn't see the middle-aged man appear.
"I can't see it," the voice said, "but I can hear it. There are a total of 365,000 caves in Zitong Mountain, and I can hear every sound here.
"Zitong Mountain, it turns out that this is Zitong Mountain." Su Yong muttered and turned his head to look at the stone walls on all sides.
"Yes, this is Zitong Mountain, the most evil place in the critical world. It is said that it is a derivative of the dark forces, and even the creator gods, who represent light and justice, dare not approach it easily." The voice said faintly, "When I saw you rushing over like a fire, I thought a meteorite had fallen."
"I'm not a meteorite, but it also comes from the outside world." Su Yong stood up with the help of Ziyi, and his face was extremely dignified and serious: "Your Excellency, I take the initiative to identify myself because I think I need to show sincerity to become your alliance."
The cold voice was silent for a while, and then said lightly, "Is it immortality, or is it the old immortality of Ningyun Binglan mainland calling you here?"
"I've seen them all, but I'm coming by myself." Su Yong said word by word, "I come from the earth, which is the hometown of your old man Jiuyi."
Those charcoal-like eyes first appeared on the stone wall, and the eyes were no longer only cold, followed by the body in a blue-gray robe. That seems to be the standard of Taoist robes.
"The earth?" The faint voice was a little trembling and a little eager.
Su Yong nodded slowly, and his bright eyes were full of starlight.
"Yes, the earth. I come from the earth."