Chapter 365

They writhed in the mud, making it difficult to see. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After a while, Yun Ming frowned and said, "It's the two insects that ate the remnants before!" ”

It's just that they didn't expect that kind of bug to be the product of the Black Swamp!

"Hurry up!" Lan Jingrou frowned, and the speed of the magic jade diving under her feet became faster and faster.

It's just that it didn't take long for January to widen his eyes: "The more this thing goes down, the more it becomes!" ”

She was surprised for a moment, and the aura shield above her head clicked with a crisp sound, and it was obvious that it had a tendency to start to shatter.

"These insects should be the soul eaters recorded in the classics of the Soul Leaving Sect, they feed on spiritual energy, and they will emit a mist during the day, incorporating the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into their bodies, and then digesting them at night!"

Yun Ming said this, and glanced slightly: "We can't use spiritual power during the day, and that strange fog should be their masterpiece, and when you go out from here, it should be somewhere in the Soul Leaving Sect." ”

But the point is, they have to not be buried in this black swamp.

The aura shield was obviously no longer able to hold on.

Yun Ming suddenly raised his hand, and his fingertips kept hitting one knot mark after another.

Lan Jingrou didn't know what he was doing, but with every time he made a seal, Yun Ming's face turned a little pale.

This guy, it's just right to be seriously injured! Is he going to leave himself in the future?

These things devour spiritual power, so, what about spiritual power?!

Although her divine consciousness transformation spiritual power is still a little out of her home, she can already attack physical objects, and it should be no problem to resist these things.

Gritting her teeth, Lan Jingrou let the magic jade maintain the sinking speed, and the divine consciousness in the sea of consciousness quickly poured out and transformed into spiritual power, directly wrapping the surroundings through the spiritual power cover.

Just over here, Yun Ming snorted, and a large amount of blood snaked down the corner of his mouth.

Lan Jingrou glanced over there, closed her eyes, and concentrated on maintaining the spiritual shield.

The transformation of spiritual power, Lan Jingrou could bear it at first, and then felt more and more difficult.

The throbbing pain in my head felt like it was about to explode.

This is a state of depletion of consciousness.

It's just that the magic jade under her still shows no signs of stopping, Lan Jingrou can only grit her teeth, her fists clenched, and even her fingertips directly slashed into her palm, and she didn't feel it at all.

This persistence seems to have passed countless years.

The moment Lan Jingrou felt the difference and the silty air, the surrounding spiritual power automatically retracted into her body.

Her body shook, and she didn't have time to see the scene in front of her, her body tilted, and she fell directly on top of the magic jade.

The sound of ticking water sounded in her ears, and Lan Jingrou didn't feel much cold, but instinctively shrank into a warm place.

With this move, the previous memories in my mind quickly came back.

Lan Jingrou was excited, and quickly turned over and sat up.

It's just that the previous consciousness was overdrawn, and this time I didn't sit up and didn't say anything, and the whole person fell back heavily.

Holding a breath in her chest, Lan Jingrou took a while before she gasped.

Overhead, the sky was pitch black, and every now and then a thunderclap exploded, accompanied by a flash of electric light, and the sky was pouring rain.

Lan Jingrou turned her head, and Yun Ming was lying next to her, his silver sword half supporting his body, blocking most of the rain for her.

The ticking sound just now was the sound of water droplets falling from the placket of Yun Ming's clothes.

If you look around, it looks like a mountaintop.

They obviously came out of the Black Swamp, how could they be on top of the mountain?

After resting for a moment, Lan Jingrou stood up with her weak body, and reached out to touch the silver sword behind Yun Ming, wanting to lay Yun Ming flat.

It's just that before he touched the sword body, the silver sword suddenly trembled, and Lan Jingrou instantly felt a buzzing sound in his ears.

The already painful head is like being roasted by fire at this time, and the whole person is not good.

I don't know if the movement of the silver sword startled Yun Ming, he opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Lan Jingrou, and then looked at the silver sword beside him: "Yin Xiao!" That's enough! ”

He let out a low shout, and the buzzing in Lan Jingrou's ears finally disappeared.

For a while, my mind seemed to be a lot clearer.

Shaking his head, he looked at Yun Ming, this guy was already lying flat, he closed his eyes tightly, and seemed to be asleep again.

Lan Jingrou bared her teeth for a long time before looking around.

They weren't on top of a mountain.

Instead, on a small hillside, around where the jade had landed, there was a little black silt telling her that nothing was an illusion.

Her heart jumped suddenly, and Lan Jingrou's eyes subconsciously looked into the distance.

"Moyu?!"

The feeling in my heart just now was the Ink Sword? This guy still has the face to summon himself?!

Feeling the inexplicable and eager desire in her heart, Lan Jingrou hesitated for a moment and got up, urging the little spiritual power left in the meridians, and staggered towards the direction of the Induction Ink Sword.

"Here, there is still such a place?!"

Lan Jingrou blinked, and couldn't close her mouth in surprise.

At the end of the summoning of the Ink Shadow Sword was a huge sword mound.

No, it can't be called a sword shrine.

Most practitioners use the sword as their natal weapon, and there are others, but the sword is the most primitive.

In addition to swords, there are many other magic weapons here, but most of them are swords, so Lan Jingrou subconsciously thinks that this is a sword mound.

When the magic jade arrives here, no matter how Lan Jingrou drives, she will no longer move forward.

But the call of the ink sword in the bottom of my heart is still there.

Lan Jingrou was entangled for a moment, but still walked down from the magic jade slowly.

She didn't put away the magic jade, but let Yun Ming lie down.

The injuries that had only been repaired by this guy were damaged again, and only the Magic Jade's breath of life could make it easier for him.

The magic weapon here, Lan Jingrou could clearly feel that it had been damaged and could no longer be used, but it seemed that she could feel their life force.

This inexplicable feeling made Lan Jingrou can't help but have a desire to explore.

After a moment of silence, he still forcibly followed the summons of the Ink Ghost Sword and walked inside.

The road ahead was very far, and when Lan Jingrou saw the Moyu Sword that was stuck straight into the ground, she couldn't see the Demon Jade and Yunming anymore when she turned around.

At a glance, in addition to swords, there are all kinds of magic weapons around.

This kind of scene, I don't know why, Lan Jingrou suddenly felt a little stunned.

Quickly stepped forward and pulled out the Moyou Sword, but Lan Jingrou was attracted by a strange object under the Moyou Sword.

The thing was pitch black, and if you didn't hesitate to look at it, it almost merged with the black soil on the ground.

The lines on it are chaotic, but there seems to be a certain pattern.

It's like a curly hide.

This color?

Lan Jingrou looked at the hilt of the Ink Shadow Sword in her hand, and then at the things on the ground, only to realize that the two looked somewhat similar (to be continued). )