Those who practice Heavenly Zen will be able to communicate with each other in the realm of the void if they reach the realm of ten thousand universes, and communicate with each other in the void with their minds. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info This is the reason why Ling Xuanluo can talk to Xi Mutong in the Yaohai Jue Realm.

Halfway through the cerebral pulse continuation operation, Jiang Nanjun was still in danger, but the sound of explosions in the distance showed that Wei Lie had begun to attack.

Xi Mutong appeared at the right time, using the beautiful scenery of the wheat field and the fragrance of the ears of wheat to soothe Ling Xuanluo and help him continue to perform the technique.

It's a pity that the virtual realm changes scenery, which consumes great internal strength, and Xi Mutong can't support it for a long time, Ling Xuanluo looks down again, and the scenery returns to the previous shoreless lake. He thought Xi Mutong had left, so he shouted in a hurry.

"Xuanluo, my aunt is here," the hollow valley's lan-like voice sounded again, comforting him, "Don't be nervous, your aunt will always guard you until the end of the spell." Ignore the pulse knot, let's assume first, you and Jiang Nan Zimo switch places, he is the practitioner of the cerebral pulse continuation technique, and he is doing his best to rescue you, how will he behave? ”

The words hit the nail on the head, and Ling Xuanluo's heart was shocked.

Jiang Nanjun is a serious person, and he is very good at finding out the crux of the problem with a leisurely stroll in the face of danger, so as to stabilize the overall situation, turn things around, and always be invincible.

Ling Xuanluo listened to the suggestion, no longer just staring at the pulse knot, but looked away, thinking back to the immortal and demon banquet back then, how he was quiet and resolved the crisis again and again.

Whether it was the provocation of Yao Zhi, or the fire hammer that split the fire hammer and smashed it at Zhuyue, or the drunken trouble he showed in response to Wei Lie, the calmness and decisiveness he showed were really amazing. In the event of the Immortal Demon Banquet, it is estimated that only he can cope with it on his own.

After reviewing the past, Ling Xuanluo sighed: "Brother, if you are saving me at this moment, you will definitely help me get out of danger with your usual calmness." Xuanluo Su takes you as a role model and is bent on having your bearing, why not follow suit at this moment? ”

Thinking like this, the impetuous qi in his chest miraculously sank into the dantian, he folded his hands, placed his chest flat, and exhaled evenly, so that the hot turbidity qi turned into cool true qi, and then stretched his hands forward, ready for the last fight.

Jiang Nanjun fell into a deep sleep, although he had no sense of what was happening, but the broken brain veins had continued, and if there was a loud noise to wake him up, it would be a bad thing.

Ling Xuanluo was racing against time, probing his four fingers into his mind, trying to expand the gap between the brain waves and quickly absorbing blood clots.

Xi Mutong reminded again: "Don't leave a little bruise, otherwise even if he wakes up, he will face sequelae." The human brain should not enter and exit at will, and if a person who has undergone surgery relapses twice, the chance of success will be minimal! ”

"No, after this operation, my brother will definitely be cured, Xuanluo promises, he will never be okay again!"

He was determined, carefully examined the edges of the veins, and made sure that there were no more traces of blood, so he quickly clamped the veins and began to untie the entanglement little by little, outward.

The sound of explosions mixed with the sound of shouting and killing continued to hear, and it sounded far and near. Ling Xuanluo's heart was quiet and windless, the lake did not move, the whole person was as steady as a mountain ridge, and the knots entangled in his fingertips were also loosening layer by layer.

However, there was a loud "boom", as if it was ringing in the head, but it seemed to explode overhead. Immediately afterwards, a pungent smell of burnt paste came, presumably because the camp had been attacked and had caught fire.

Ling Xuanluo knew that he didn't have much time, but that he didn't have time. The tent of the military division must be in flames, and if they do not rush out, if the tent collapses, they will definitely die.