Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Surge of the Wind

Time passed little by little, Zhou Ling couldn't remember how long she had been here, how long she had been killed, she only knew that she didn't even have the strength to lift her arms, and her abilities had dried up to the point that there was no trace left, from the time she strayed into this place, the cyan trolls in those containers broke the containers one by one, in their eyes, Zhou Ling was definitely a delicious meal, from the little cold light on their fangs, and the ferocity revealed in the bloody eyes, as well as the restless fluctuations in the air, it was enough to scare a normal person to death, But is Zhou Ling a normal person, no,

If facing these monsters at the beginning made Zhou Ling feel that it was no different from sending him to death, but the stubbornness of that arrogance made Zhou Ling not escape, and he couldn't escape, and the bones of his body that were attacked by a group of monsters were about to be shattered, but Zhou Ling gradually experienced a state of mind that she could not experience in the past battles from the purely physical combat now.

In his previous life, from an ordinary girl who was split and didn't know it, to being brutally killed, if he didn't do it all over again, then he didn't die like that meaningless, like a grain of dust, and if there was no end times, what kind of life did he live, just like thousands of lovelorns who were dumped, crying, sad, and then began to live a dull life.

But none of this is true, if you are destined to face this dilemma that is a dead end, there is no ability, and there is no body, then, what else does she have, rebirth, is it just a joke dream, Zhou Ling was distracted, and was slapped out by the monster in front of him, his body was like a kite with a broken string, but it fell heavily on the ground, splashing a burst of soot, mixed with a little dark black blood, Chijin was also thrown out, Zhou Ling struggled to get up, but the body seemed to be dead, If it weren't for her willpower to insist, she was afraid that she would have fainted like the thin woman, thinking that the unlucky temporary companion had long since disappeared in the chaos of the fight, Zhou Ling's eyes darkened, she couldn't save her, and she couldn't save herself, she couldn't enter the space since the last time the demon was injured, she could only take things from inside, thinking that the demon asked her to keep the whole corpse, Zhou Ling smiled bitterly, looking at the monsters that were forcing up, I was afraid that I was really going to die without a whole corpse, and at this moment, a cold voice came:

"Get out of here, you filthy things, you dare to touch Ling."

The red gold that fell beside him suddenly emitted a burst of blood-colored aurora, and gradually transformed into the image of a young man, and the surrounding monsters seemed to be afraid of the aurora, and they retreated a little, but the ferocious nature made them unwilling to leave, but the demon used the blood-colored aurora to build a protective wall for him and Zhou Ling, and those cyan monsters had to roar fiercely outside the wall, trying to tear the red wall of light.

"Demon, what are you doing here?"

Zhou Ling saw that it was actually a demon, and immediately yelled, I didn't know what the demon used to heal herself last time, although she also gave the demon blood to heal, but it doesn't mean that she doesn't know that the demon must have suffered a great pain when she came out at this moment, she can't even enter the space, and the demon can only be incarnated with red gold now, you can imagine how serious the injury is, and the demon ran to Zhou Ling's side quickly, raised a bright smile at Zhou Ling, and said softly:

"I can't watch you die without a corpse."

As she spoke, a layer of dark red light floated in the demon's palm, shrouding the place where Zhou Ling was injured, and in just a moment, Zhou Ling felt that his body had recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and at the moment when she could move, the demon's face suddenly turned pale, and those beautiful eyes narrowed slightly because of pain,

"Youqi, what's wrong with you." Zhou Ling hurriedly supported the demon who could fall, his eyes, which were always full of coldness on weekdays, were full of worry about the demon at the moment.

"Ling, you remember, the power of nature is your original power."

The figure of the demon is getting lighter and lighter, and finally he wants to say something, but after a red light, Zhou Ling's arms are already dim red gold, Zhou Ling was stunned, and stroked the red gold over and over again, the demon, what you gave me, is actually your life essence, I think of the countless times the demon joked with himself that he wanted to suck her blood dry to replenish his life essence, but looking at the appearance of the demon just now, it is clear that he is already weak to the extreme, but such a demon, why help her again and again, and directly suck her dry.

For a moment, Zhou Ling lowered his eyes, covering his eyes full of thousands of emotions.

At this time, the red wall of light built by the demons had disappeared, and the monsters who had already been manic rushed towards Zhou Ling like crazy, but the monsters soon found out,

With Zhou Ling as the center, a black whirlwind rose from the ground, the wind tore everything around, making this already bleak place even more gloomy, the black wind suddenly rushed over, roaring like a mad demon, rolling in all directions, sweeping everything that attacked the ground, the cyan monster that was the wind element, had an instinctive fear of this inexplicable strange wind, they wanted to escape, but how could they escape if they were entangled by the black wind, wailing, roaring, but still couldn't escape the fate of being torn apart by the black wind, They couldn't have imagined that the human beings they could easily kill could burst out with such terrifying power, for a while, the monster was swept high by the wind, and the wind had turned into the hardest blade in the world, and in Ling Chi's hard flesh, which they were most proud of, Zhou Ling's clothes were flying, his skin was faintly icy, and the scarlet tear mole in the corner of his eyes was flashing with cold bloodthirst, and the tightly pursed lips spit out a sentence coldly:

"This trick of mine is called the surging of the wind, so you can enjoy it."

In a piece of flesh and blood, Zhou Ling stepped on the blood, only to see a cyan giant monster who had lost its claws not far away staring at Zhou Ling fiercely, rushing towards her like crazy, Zhou Ling clenched the red gold in his hand, and swung the knife forward, just when the monster had not reacted, Zhou Ling jumped up, crossed into the blade with the black wind, lifted the red gold and slashed into the monster's Tianling Gai, the cyan giant who had a broken claw feud with Zhou Ling, wailed, and had to close his eyes unwillingly, but Zhou Ling did not stop, Straight down and split the monster's head, only to see that a cyan light was hidden in the blur of flesh and blood, it turned out to be a cyan stone, Zhou Ling leaned down, picked up the cyan stone with the tip of the knife, and took it to his eyes to look carefully, the cyan stone was very crystalline, and at this time, the scarlet ruby tear mole on her cheek emitted a scorching temperature, Zhou Ling clutched the cyan stone, and the question in his heart was deeper, but unexpectedly, the cyan stone suddenly disappeared into his palm, and was never seen again, At this time, Zhou Ling faintly had an inexplicable connection in his mind, and from that faint connection, Zhou Ling learned that he had contracted a stone, and after a long silence, Zhou Ling couldn't help but burst into a foul language:

"Damn, is there any mistake, I actually made a contract with a stone, a contract, what is that?"