Lu Weizhen looked at the man in his arms. Pale gray hair, pale gray eyes, and a gray face that is deeply sunken, almost only a layer of skin and bones remains. The upper body is the same, the shoulders, arms, and chest are all gray, and the original muscles seem to have been sucked away from all the spiritual qi and blood, and they are shrinking to varying degrees.

The lower body is slightly better, but the waist and legs have also been slimmed down a lot.

People are not people, ghosts are not ghosts.

Lu Weizhen lowered his head, his face pressed against him, and rubbed a few times.

He was already alive as a gift from heaven, pulling her back when she stepped into purgatory on earth with one foot.

Lu Weizhen remembered the scene he had just seen, many red lights were injected into his body, and there were countless Sanskrit sounds shouting angrily, and Chen Xiansong was like a light core, absorbing all the light. She didn't know exactly what was going on, but seeing all the artifacts in place first, her instincts told her that the light wasn't a bad thing.

It's just that now, Chen Xiansong still looks very weak, angry like a gossamer, and hasn't woken up.

She's going to take him away from the gourd.

This thought made her feel so determined and strong that even the blood in her whole body was slightly hot. She carefully lifted him up, put him on her back, and slowly carried him. He was really a lot lighter, as if he only had the weight of a handful of bones left. Lu Weizhen's nose was sour, his head was lowered, and he began to walk towards the gate of light.

Afraid of him bumping, afraid that he would be uncomfortable, afraid that he would die on his back, Lu Weizhen didn't dare to resist the wind and water, didn't dare to exert any ability, the only six or five in a hundred years, like a snail, walking slowly step by step.

The dark clouds in the sky had long since dispersed, and the light gray sky seemed high and clear. The wind blew softly, gently, blowing the grass beneath the feet, and blowing the silent trees. The earth was pale yellow, faintly fluorescent. The stream was crystal clear, crashing against the grey and black stones, flowing beside them.

Due to the power of six or five obscenities, and witnessed the four big green dragons die like rookies, all the colorless ghosts in this wasteland hid far away, almost hiding in the wasteland. So Lu Weizhen and Chen Xiansong were very quiet, as if they were the only two people in this world.

Lu Weizhen looked up at the Gate of Light 2 kilometers away, and suddenly smiled. She actually had such a vulgar idea: she hoped that this road could go on like this forever. Walking to the sea and rotting, to walking to the old age and dying.

There are soft strands of hair, blown by the wind, gently brushing on Chen Xiansong's face, with the breath of blood and tears. He slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the woman's black hair scattered over her shoulders and a small piece of her neck exposed. He looked at her feet for a moment, and then at her feet, walking very slowly, as if he were measuring his steps.

She didn't look like she was in a hurry, she looked like she's lost forever.

Chen Xiansong raised a wizened hand and lightly touched her face.

Lu Weizhen trembled slightly, and immediately asked in surprise: "Are you awake?"

"Hmm. ”

Both of them were silent for a moment.

Lu Weizhen said: "I sent Xu Zhiyan into the gate of light before, let's go over now, and we will be able to get out of the gourd soon." ”

He didn't speak.

He slowly stretched out his arm, from behind, and gently hugged her neck, and his face slowly pressed against the back of her neck.

Lu Weizhen's footsteps froze, and then walked forward, looking at the bright and hazy gate of light in front of him, his eyes were also blurred.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Lu Weizhen lowered his head slightly, asking him to breathe between his noses and not to be so close to him. She replied, "It's okay, there's something wrong with me." What about you, how do you feel?"

He replied slowly, "Feeling...... It couldn't be better. ”

Lu Weizhen's tears came out again.

He said, "Six-five?"

She let out a vigorous "um", with a little cry and a little smile, and said, "It's over, demon hunter, I'm a peerless demon now." ”

But he said, "At that time...... You're scared, aren't you?"

Lu Weizhen was stunned, the heart that had become extremely hard was like being soothed by the gentle wind. The world only has six or five words, and it is difficult to find it for a hundred generations. My mother has cultivated hard for half of her life, and she has never slackened, but she still can't get it; how many great green dragons in the past dynasties have been like dragons trapped in a fog all their lives, and they can't touch the slightest edge of the sixth five; and the great commander Xu has tried all means to seek only one sixth five, and revive Lihuang.

He only asked her if she was scared.

Afraid, how not afraid, afraid of death. I am afraid that he will be tortured in the black tide, I am afraid that he will not give in to death, I am afraid that I will not be able to walk by his side no matter how desperate I try, I am afraid that he will die, and I am afraid that he will become a colorless ghost and be crazy like a beast from now on...... She herself will be afraid of pain and death, and she is afraid that she will open her eyes every day from now on and remember that there is no more Chen Xiansong in the world.

However, at that time, when she saw him lying there alone, being held up by ten thousand demons to suck blood and eat flesh, she suddenly was not afraid of anything.

She didn't want to answer the question, and instead asked, "By the way, the sword...... Where did it come from?" As soon as he spoke, there was a little remorse, the secret of the demon hunter, he may not be willing to answer.

But I heard him say, "It should be the ancestor of the demon hunter, the sword left in the gourd, and now, recognize me as the master." ”

Lu Weizhen couldn't help but be happy: "Okay, great!" His mind moved slightly, and he asked tentatively: "Those lights that hit you are ......"

"It's the blood of the demon hunters of the ages, they gave it to me. ”

Lu Weizhen was stunned, and a little pondered: "They gave you the power?"

"Maybe. ”

Lu Wei really thought, but the demon hunters, aren't they all ordinary people for generations? What is the blood of the so-called power of the demon hunters? Moreover, when the magic weapon is in the hands of the demon hunter, it can burst out with super power, even surpassing the Lihuang people.

Isn't it, demon hunters are originally a group of people with relatively special genes among earthlings. Their ability to perceive and control high-level field energy far exceeds that of ordinary people. That's why they will be passed down from generation to generation and serve as demon hunters.

The road in front of me is already halfway through.

Lu Weizhen suddenly felt that the person on his back seemed to be a lot heavier, and he couldn't help but gently check it, as if it was real. She lowered her head and looked at the arm he had been holding around her neck, and was surprised to find that it was obviously thicker, and the flesh was much fuller, and even the red veins could be faintly seen—only a skin was left before. Although his arms still looked gray and white, it was enough to make Lu Weizhen ecstatic. She asked, "Are you...... Recovered?"

"Yes, maybe it's the blood of the Demon Hunter, it worked. He replied.

"Great!"

One of his arms slid down suddenly, almost down hers, and grabbed her elbow.

Hold firmly.

Lu Weizhen didn't say a word, and continued to walk forward, his eyes slowly filled with tears.