Chapter 212 Wu Jiang who will not give up

The middle-aged man wearing a Dao crown and a Dao robe actually woke up when Apu could spare the energy to check around, he was Wu Jiang who escaped from the mysterious underground palace along the waterway.

Although he left a lot of back hands, Wu Jiang, who was not as good as heaven, was still put into a small bag by his uncle, and after a beating of his head and face, he had to blow himself up.

Although Wu Jiang, who escaped by the water of the dark river, has a strange treasure and his body has been almost repaired, his soul has been slightly damaged in the process of the previous battles, and in the end, under the amazing means of his uncle Yang Buyi, Wu Jiang's soul has dimmed to the point of collapse.

After possessing the body, Wu Jiang barely supported the power of stimulating the "strange treasure" and the potential of the physical body to run away quickly in the dark river, until he could no longer detect the breath of his uncle, Wu Jiang found a spring from the ground and poked his head out, and after finding a hidden place, he began to retreat to recover from his injuries.

But Wu Jiang, who had just come into contact with the mysteries of the soul and had used tyrannical demonic exercises to forcibly gather spirits before, how could he know effective means to repair the injuries of the soul body.

After a few more days, he found that he had only recovered his physical body after retreat, and his soul injuries were still getting worse, and Wu Jiang, who might really be disillusioned if he continued to drag on, forcibly stimulated the blood force in his body, and after paying attention to the "strange treasure", he set up a retreat and began to set off to the east.

In that direction, there was a hiding place he had prepared a few years ago, as long as he got there, with the help of the elixir and the essence of the elixir inside, Wu Jiang believed that he would soon be able to stabilize his injuries, and as soon as the injuries stabilized, he could use the power of the "Strange Treasure" to reopen a piece of the world.

Far away from the reluctant and fearful land, Wujiang shuttled through a dense fog higher than the clouds under a cloud of golden light.

These sudden fogs are very strange, and the fog full of aura blocks the view, so Wu Jiang can only use his half-baked soul detection skills to reconnoiter the surrounding situation, and from time to time he needs to stop and fall back to the ground to find something that can determine the direction, barely maintaining the ability to fly, but he has no extra strength to fly out of the fog and use the sun to locate it.

The more anxious you are, the more you can't find a place.

The stumbling along the way made Wu Jiang waste more than two more days, and because he was suddenly attacked by a strange creature when he fell to the ground, Wu Jiang's already precarious state was even worse.

But before there was no better way, Wu Jiang had to maintain and search like this, and move forward little by little, if it weren't for the ubiquitous fog around him that contained a fairly high concentration of aura, Wu Jiang might not have been able to support it for a long time.

Half a day ago, Wu Jiang was lucky enough to find a landmark ground reference and confirm the direction when he fell back to the ground, and then desperately squeezed his physical potential, he flew in one direction in the clouds and mist.

When the sky above his head began to darken, Wu Jiang fell into the light and planned to replenish some nutrients, and now that his soul is weak, if his physical body collapses again, he will really die.

As soon as he set foot on a small hill he had chosen, Wu Jiang felt a black shadow flash out of the mist, and then saw a dark rattan rushing towards him in the whistling sound.

Wu Jiang, who had already suffered a loss before, now maintained a certain vigilance and protective means even when he began to rest.

Straight to Wu Jiang's head are all black rattan blocked by a milky white light mask that suddenly flashed out of Wu Jiang's body when he was close to Wu Jiang's body, and the light mask shattered and also eased the attack of the rattan, Wu Jiang used this momentary time to barely move his head, and finally under Wu Jiang's astuteness and the deviation of the light mask blocking the rattan, Wu Jiang was able to keep the head of Liuyang from being broken by the rattan attack like a living thing.

A faint yellow rune paper quietly floated from Wu Jiang's shoulder, and the faintly visible mystical lines revealed that this rune paper was not simple when it emitted the last fluorescence.

Wu Jiang didn't have time to be annoyed that he had lost another means of saving his life because of his carelessness, he bit the tip of his tongue decisively, pinched the finger in his hand, and spurted out a mouthful of spiritual blood, a golden-red light flashed, and the small hill that was still fighting fiercely just now regained its calm.

The unknown existence that launched the attack in the fog never showed up in Wu Jiang's decisive retreat, and only a glimpse of the rattan attack appeared.

Wu Jiang, whose face was pale, struggled to maintain the fastest speed in the light, and his body, which had not recovered, had been squeezed many times and stimulated without restraint, and now it was on the verge of collapse, and the lifeline that represented vitality in his body had reached the point of running out of oil and drying up.

Looking at the extreme eye, except for the clouds and mist around, there was no reference to the standard, and Wu Jiang could only muster up the soul energy that had just recovered a trace of soul energy and try to probe the surrounding situation as much as possible, hoping to find the crypt reserved in advance before he was finished.

Half an hour later, the speed was reduced to the minimum, and the altitude was maintained at a level barely above the mountain, and Wu Jiang dragged the dim and thin light to continue searching.

At this moment, Wu Jiang's consciousness has begun to blur, he didn't choose the direction at all when he fled in a hurry just now, and the direction he is in now must have run wrong, and it is not the direction he reserved for his back hand at all.

The increasingly weak soul could no longer support Wu Jiang's normal thinking ability, he could only instinctively support the light and wrap his body, and then scan the surroundings with the only remaining soul power, hoping to find a glimmer of life.

Wu Jiang, who does not admit defeat, does not believe in fate, nor does he believe in God, he only believes in himself, he feels that the reason why he can have the current ability is because he can fight and will not give up.

Even if it is now at the end of the mountain, Wu Jiang will not give up, at least he will not give up hope until he completely loses consciousness, because he understands that if a person like him gives up, it may really be over.

The sky above his head was even darker, and the fog in the air eerily emitted a misty light, in which Wu Jiang, who was walking like a headless fly, finally couldn't support it, and the light of the strange treasure inspired by the soul power could no longer drag the heavier and heavier body, and the last trace of soul power was also used up, and Wu Jiang consumed his soul origin at this time.

This is the last trace of his survival, if he does not find the glimmer of life he hopes to appear before the soul origin is exhausted, then in this vast world, Wu Jiang will lose the opportunity to continue his life, and his existence will be wiped out.

Suddenly, in his consciousness that was gradually blurring, Wu Jiang felt a special force that attracted him from his origin......