How can there be breathing here?

Wuxian pricked up his ears and listened carefully, and the breath after breath, sometimes long, sometimes short, extremely weak, like an old man in the twilight, dying. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A little further, the fog faded noticeably, the humidity in the air became less severe, and the distance between her and the sound of her breath became closer and closer.

When she blew away a cloud-like mist that refused to float away in front of her, a golden light the size of a palm suddenly appeared in front of her, the light was soft, and her eyes touched it with a hint of warmth.

What is this?

Through the light, Immortal saw a vague shadow, and the sound of breathing seemed to come from this shadow.

She released her divine consciousness and covered this heaven and earth, and found that within the scope of her divine consciousness, only the shadow in this golden light showed signs of life, and there were no living creatures within a radius of ten miles.

Could it be that it pulls itself in?

Thinking of his previous speculation, Wu Wu turned to the shadow that was like a cocoon wrapped in golden light, and his eyes were filled with fire.

If it's really it, then this time, she guessed right!

The shadow in this golden light is nothing else, it is Ning Jiang's soul that has not yet disappeared!

Holding back his excitement, Wu Wu sent a ray of holy light from his body and sent it into the light tentatively.

The holy light source turned into a light shield, which happened to envelop the golden light, and the warmer light continued to radiate and penetrate the shadows.

"Whew." The shadow moved, emitting a clear single tone.

Seeing its reaction, Wuxian was pleasantly surprised and increased the intensity of transmission.

A quarter of an hour later, the shadow trembled greatly, and knowing that this was a sign that the soul was about to awaken, he withdrew from the holy light source and stepped back some distance, quietly watching its changes.

The shadow suddenly began to expand rapidly, stretching out the ball of light, like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon, breaking free from its shackles and eager to embrace the new world. The golden light shattered into fragments and melted into the shadows, filling it with brilliant colors and a mystical beauty.

Watching the change of shadows, Wu Wu lost his mind in a trance, and suddenly remembered a conversation with Broken Wing.

"Master, the gentleman in the private school often says that each other is born from the heart, is this true?"

"That's the opinion of ordinary people, and it doesn't apply to us. In our world, the appearance and the heart should be looked at separately. The more powerful a person is, the more astonishing his appearance is, and it has nothing to do with good or evil. ”

"Then how do you read a person's heart?"

"Look at his soul, a man with an ugly heart will have a dirty soul, and a man with a light heart will have a glow."

At that time, she didn't understand the meaning of folding wings, and it wasn't until now that she witnessed the process of Ning Jiang's soul awakening, and she suddenly realized it.

It turns out that the soul of a person with a light heart will really shine.

The shadow grew larger and larger, gradually transforming into a tall figure, and Wuxian needed to raise his head to meet him.

After all, after five hundred years of erosion, no matter how resolute the soul is, it will lose its aura with the passage of time and become a remnant soul with broken wealth.

Ning Jiang is no exception.

Even though he had been given some holy light sources, those energies could only support him to wake up from his dark slumber, but they could not help him recover to a better state.

The tall figure became clearer and clearer, and even a part of the silhouette could be glimpsed into Wuwu.

With the materialization of the figure, there were violent fluctuations between heaven and earth, and the most intuitive feeling was that the ground under his feet had a solid touch, trembling, and it was no longer as vain as before.

"Who are you?"