Chapter 290 Blood Column

Seeing that the saint of light fell where she was standing, Ronald rushed to her side and shouted anxiously, "Your Highness! Your Highness!"

Holding up the Holy Lady of Light, Ronald stretched out his trembling hand to feel her breath and felt that she was still breathing, which made his hanging heart relax.

If Her Royal Highness really gave her life for these dead brothers, it would be their greatest pain.

Calm down, Ronald found the abnormality of the bright saint. The face that originally looked old due to overdrawn life now shows a young face that matches her age.

"What's going on?" Hearing Ronald's exclamation, the able-moving guards gathered around. They have been in the Saint's Guard for several years. Naturally, they still remember the saint's appearance when she took office. Seeing her restored to her youthful appearance, they were amazed.

"Your Highness is in good health, but her mental energy is consumed too much, and she can wake up after a little rest." After several priests carefully examined the saint of light, the final examination results made everyone relieved.

The situation of the Holy Lady of Light is stable, and Ronald can finally care about the guards who have just been resurrected. He commanded the guards and carried those unmovable companions into the tent. After a while, all the guards were carried into the tent.

" boss, how on earth did you stop the other party's attack?" Leian couldn't help asking the question in his heart. When he fell, it was absolutely impossible for the guards with only five people to resist the other side's attack.

"It's not that we blocked each other's attack, but at the last moment, Vice Dean Ling of Dishui College came to rescue us, which shocked the last enemies, otherwise we would really have to gather in heaven at this moment." Hearing that Lean mentioned Ling Hao and others, Ronald was shocked to find that he and others were too negligent to each other, and his behavior just now was too rude.

When he walked out of the big account to find Ling Hao and others, he found that the place where they stood was already empty. He looked in the direction of the trace and saw that they could not be seen in the distance. Obviously, it had been a long time to leave.

"They have already left." Ronald walked into the big tent.

"Well, I really don't know what's wrong with me. I not only didn't thank them for saving their lives, but also said bad words to them." Ronald sighed.

"Big boss, don't worry. They don't look like vengeful people. They won't take what you offend them in mind." Lai An comforted.

"I'm not worried that they will be angry with me, but I feel ashamed of them in my heart." Ronald whispered.

"Guard, Your Highness has woken up. She wants to see you." A priest hurried in from outside the tent and shouted.

The warning of the assassination has been lifted, and the Holy Lady of Light naturally has to rest in her account, leaving only two priests to take care of her in the main account.

As the priest walked into the main tent, the saint of light was still lying **.

"Your Highness, what's the matter with you calling me?" Ronald asked.

"You go down first." The saint of light said to the two priests.

"What the hell happened to me?" After the two priests walked out of the tent, the saint of light couldn't wait to ask. She is eager to know what happened, why she can't move now, and why her strength has reached the realm of Fasheng in one fell swoop.

"What happened, Your Highness, don't you remember at all?" Ronald asked in a surprised *.

"Yes, I don't remember anything." In her impression, she only saw the mysterious ball in the artifact and stopped abruptly.

"That's because of your request to the God of Light, so the God of Light came through your body and performed miracles to resurrect all the guards who died in the war." Ronald recounted the situation at that time.

"Mine miracles? Have all the guards who died in the battle been resurrected? Hearing Ronald's words, the bright saint finally understood what had happened to her.

"Praise for life!" Hearing Ronald's introduction, the Holy Lady of Light already knew what magic the coming god released with her body. As the ultimate recovery magic of the Light Department, it is the lifelong goal of every bright saint. However, because of her longevity, no saint has been able to reach that point. Unexpectedly, she became the first saint to fulfill this long-cherished wish.

The saint of light knows her strength. With her strength, it is not enough to use the ultimate recovery magic. It must be that the god who came through her body forcibly improved her strength in order to use this magic. And she can't move now, because the cost of life praise is too huge. Her strength has just been upgraded to the Dharma Holy Level, and she has barely completed the magic, and her spiritual power has also been exhausted, which makes her temporarily unable to gain control of her body.

"What about Vice President Ling?" The Bright Saint asked, whether it was the kindness of saving a life or improving their strength by unlocking the seal in the artifact, it was worth thanking Ling Hao in person.

"This... they have been away for a while." Ronald hesitated and replied.

"In that case, forget it. You step back. I'm going to rest, too." Although it's a pity that she didn't thank you in person, the Holy Lady of Light believes that they still have the opportunity to meet again, and it's not too late to thank her again.

As early as when it was confirmed that the bright saint was sound, Ling Hao and his party had left the camp where they were stationed.

"Brother, how can the appearance of the bright saint suddenly return to youth?" Situ Yinghao asked curiously. Seeing that the appearance of the bright saint suddenly returned to youth, everyone was happy for her and also curious.

"It's time for you to ask her. She has the deepest experience." Ling Hao pointed to Han Yue and said.

Hearing Ling Hao's words, everyone's curious eyes fell on Han Yue.

"Sister Hanyue, how can she have the deepest experience?" The Ming Yaoling sisters couldn't help asking curiously.

"Indeed, I have some understanding of this." Han Yue saw that everyone's eyes were looking at her, and she did not shirk, and told her experience.

"Do you remember that my face was covered with black spots?" Han Yue asked them.

"Yes! At that time, after you and the eldest brother came out of the room, the dark spots on your face completely disappeared, and we were surprised for a long time. Situ Yinghao said loudly that the faces of the two parties he said were very hot.

"At that time, the dark spots on my face and the aging face of the bright saint were the same situation, which exceeded my own strength and the price of using the power in other things." Han Yue took out the necklace hidden close to her body and said, "The only difference is that the price of light magic is life expectancy; dark magic pays what a person cherishes the most, and for a girl, her appearance is the most cherished thing."

Listening to Han Yue's explanation, everyone suddenly understands. They finally knew why Ling Hao said that Han Yue had a deep understanding. A girl whose appearance is precious to her life, and her face is covered with dark spots. The feeling of life is indeed worse than death.

"How can it be restored as before?" This has always been a question in Situ Yinghao's heart, and today I just take this opportunity to make it clear.

"That's because, once the strength reaches a certain level, the restrictions on the use of other things will no longer exist, and the sacred artifact in my hand will naturally return all the costs I paid. For example: the vitality of the bright saint has been overdrawn for more than a year; this is the reason why I sacrificed my face to use the holy weapon. Han Yue was also puzzled by the sudden recovery of her appearance at the beginning. For this reason, she also studied carefully with the two women, Eliza and Nia, and then came to such a conclusion.

"In fact, it's not just light and dark magic. You have to pay a price when you use more than your own strength. The other four basic magic is the same." Seeing that everyone looked suspicious, Han Yue smiled and said, "At the beginning, when we came to this conclusion, we didn't believe it very much, but it did exist."

"What's the price to pay?" Yu Yuyun asked. Recently, in order to quickly improve his spiritual strength, he often uses mental strength. Although this is effective for improving mental strength, it is a disguised use of more power than his own strength. Hearing that natural magic also needs to pay a price, he asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, in fact, the price paid by the basic department is almost negligible for you. The price is to reduce your ability to sense elements of the other three systems. Han Yue laughed.

This price can indeed be ignored for all students, but this can explain why the number of double-based magicians below the Dharma saint has been almost zero for a long time.

"What does it feel like?" Ling Hao suddenly pulled the reins as he moved forward. He felt a breath of panic and oppression from the distance.

"Nothing?" Everyone felt confused, and they didn't feel any discomfort.

"Go! Let's hurry up!" Ling Hao suddenly pinched his horse's belly and rushed forward.

The people around him also rushed up.

At this time, the sense of oppression from afar was even stronger, and even other people who had not felt it before felt the breathlessness of people.

"What is this?" After this shock, everyone couldn't help grasping the reins as Ling Hao had done before.

While this breath spread in front of them, a thick pillar of blood rose in the distance.

"It's too late." Seeing the pillar of blood light, Ling Hao tightened the reins. Before that, he felt the breath of oppression before everyone, and knew that something big was going to happen in front of him. Now the appearance of this pillar of blood light proves that his judgment is not wrong. Something big has indeed happened, and it is too late for him to go now.

The blood light column lasted for a cup of tea before it gradually dissipated. At this moment, Ling Hao and others who are rushing towards the pillar of blood light are less than a few thousand meters away from their destination.