"You guys, look at that barrier, it's ...... It turned out to be the guardian of the saint. ”

Lu Qianzhe's fingers trembled slightly, his tone was full of disbelief, and his expression was a little stunned with surprise.

It turned out that he had dug a small gap in the pile of corpses, and from the gap overflowed a dazzling golden light, and a little holy flower shadow lingered on it.

The panic and sadness in Zhong Lingxin's eyes faded in an instant, turning into a calm and gentle lake, reflecting the enchantment that radiated brilliance, as if a crack suddenly opened in the darkness, revealing light.

Somewhere in her heart suddenly brightened.

Zhong Lingxin didn't know what the Holy Guardian was, but having an enchantment meant that there were still living people inside.

Thinking of this, she stared at the gap and reminded the people around her impatiently:

"Get out of the way, I'll move the corpses."

A black fan appeared in Zhong Lingxin's palm at some point, and the spiritual power was infused into it, glowing with purple-black brilliance.

Immediately after, the fan floated up and flew into the air, setting off an air current like a wave, and like a violent wind passing through, sweeping through with an invisible force, blowing the corpse that covered the barrier three meters away.

When the flying sand and dust cleared, a light mask with a diameter of more than one meter appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The light mask in front of him looks very beautiful, the surface is full of color, the light golden light flows like water, floating with fine flower marks, and the top is a twelve-petal lotus flower, the golden light is scorching, faintly extraordinary.

The enchantment enveloped a thin and slender figure, who fell to the ground, his face still colorful, his body was riddled with holes, blood flowed, and some dry places were stained with blood, especially on the white coat.

"Lan Lan ......"

Zhong Lingxin's heartbeat almost stopped, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he held back the tears that burst out of his eyes and bit his lower lip.

The expression on her face was like crying and laughing, staring at the bruised man, standing quietly in place, like a wooden clay sculpture that did not know whether it was cold or warm.

For a moment, the atmosphere on the roof was a little stagnant.

Ren Mingyu touched his chin and looked at this enchantment, the expression on his face was first surprised, and then his eyes slowly became extremely complicated, confused, joyful, curious, dazed, all kinds of emotions turned around on his face, pursed his lips, hesitated for a long time, and still opened his mouth to break the silence.

"Let's not worry about who he really is, how can he use the Holy Guardian? The point is how to open this barrier, otherwise even if he is alive now, he may die of blood loss in the future. ”

When Song Sizhao heard what he said, he was stunned for a moment and remained silent.

The lines of her whole face were extremely tight, her face was pale, her lips were pursed, and there was a trace of sadness in her eyes.

It's like the eyes of a person who is already standing on the edge of a cliff, crumbling.

The hands that were caressing the enchantment spasmed and trembled uncontrollably, the green tendons on the back of the bloody hands burst out, and a little mist appeared in the phoenix's eyes.

He's obviously alive in the enchantment, within reach.

I had experienced heart-wrenching despair before, but now hope was at hand.

This barrier protected him, but it also stopped her from approaching, should he watch him bleed little by little, die in front of her, but there was nothing he could do?

The person she thought about and couldn't bear to hurt was reflected in her blood-colored eyes at this moment, why did she give her hope, just pulled her off the cliff and brought her to the abyss?

The distance between Yin and Yang, will it be the separation of yin and yang?

Ren Mingyu racked his brains and didn't come up with any good way, looking at the mysterious enchantment, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't wait to ask.

"I know how to break the enchantment, and the bell still needs to be tied to the bell, as long as there is a blood relative of the person who casts this enchantment spell and uses blood to fuse the enchantment, then everything will be solved."

After speaking, Ren Mingyu immediately covered his mouth, eager to slap himself. This is almost the same as not saying it, and even he himself thinks it is impossible.

How could there be a saint in this world!

At this moment, Zhong Lingxin, there was only that blood word left in her mind, and she subconsciously believed that as long as there was blood, she could open that enchantment, and as for the other words, she skipped them.

She said to herself repeatedly, repeating in her heart: as long as she uses blood, she can save Lan Lan.

"Shattered light, summoned!"

As if sensing the master's thoughts, the fan floating in mid-air hesitated for a moment, and did not immediately fly into her hand.

The corners of Zhong Lingxin's eyes gradually drooped, slightly sore, and the halo in his eyes was blurred as if he had lost focus, and finally hope fell on another spiritual weapon.

"Shen Xing, summoned!"

The other artifact, as expected, still didn't respond to her.

Zhong Lingxin's eyes were covered with a thin mist, and his falling eyelashes trembled like catkins floating in the wind, revealing a faint sadness.

I don't know why the spirit weapon I just got didn't fly into her hands as if it had abandoned her.

If it weren't for the intimateness between her and them, she would have thought that the spirit weapon had betrayed her.

Zhong Lingxin looked at the spirit weapon that did not obey the call, and only felt that his mood was complicated, angry and anxious, but helpless.

Her lips moved, and the blood on her lips seemed to fade in a breath, and she silently said word by word in her heart: It's just a little blood, please, help me.

As if feeling the anxiety and grief in Zhong Lingxin's heart, Shen Xing, who was quietly staying on her earlobe, instantly appeared in her palm, and a purple-black light lit up and turned into an inch-long dagger.

Zhong Lingxin's slightly pale lips closed twice, she licked her somewhat dry lips, and breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the golden light flashing enchantment, the shallow mist in her eyes couldn't hide the light inside.

Zhong Lingxin's eyebrows were slightly constricted, and her eyelashes, which were as soft as down feathers, hung low, leaving a fine shadow on the wing of her nose.

She stretched out her left arm and made a cut with her dagger, and blood spurted out and dripped onto the barrier.

The wound did not heal as quickly as before, as if it could not stop bleeding, like a trickle, flowing without stopping.

Zhong Lingxin's gaze was faint, like an ink painting, and the knife seemed to be not scratched on her arm.

She stared at the barrier beneath her, praying that her blood would work.

The lotus flower at the top of the barrier seemed to be dyed red little by little by Zhong Lingxin's blood, until the last petal completely turned blood red.

Suddenly, there was a crisp cracking sound, the sound was extremely soft, swinging in the air, drifting away, but it fell clearly into her ears, like a drop of water falling into her heart lake, rippling waves, and like a hammer, nailing the others to the place.

Lu Qianzhe and Ren Mingyu glanced at each other, their eyes were wide open, and they stared at each other roundly.

In the intersecting eyes, Lu Qianzhe's eyes were full of surprise, a trace of confusion flashed at the bottom of his eyes, and a trace of indescribable complexity crossed Ren Mingyu's peach blossom eyes, and the expression on his face was also obscure.

In an instant, the colorful enchantment turned into a little pink starlight, and a thumb-sized colored cobblestone emerged from the lotus canopy at the top, and it burrowed into Zhong Lingnan's chest.

Zhong Lingxin's entire mind was on the dying man at the moment, and he didn't notice the gaze they cast, so unpredictable, so complicated and chaotic, and he didn't care about the colored stone.

She approached step by step, took a deep breath, tentatively reached out and gently placed it on the side of his neck.

Zhong Lingxin raised his head slightly, held back the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes, raised his hand, and covered his eyelids.

He's alive!

Zhong Lingxin closed her eyes, her slender body trembled slightly, and bitter tears slid down her cheeks.

Zhong Lingxin wiped his red eyes fiercely, looking at the face that was so pale that there was no trace of life, his heart was like a knife, and he was uncomfortable.

She lifted Zhong Lingnan's head and put the wound that was still dripping blood to his lips.

Drops of blood flowed into his mouth, some of his blue lips gradually turned rosy, and some faint breaths were long.

Zhong Lingxin watched his frowning brows slowly unfold, subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, pursed his lips and smiled, his smile was as beautiful as a peach blossom, like the sun, and it bloomed dazzlingly in an instant, which made people intoxicated.

She leaned down and hugged Zhong Lingnan, as if she was holding a lost treasure, and couldn't help but bury her face in his neck and rub it, tears flowed down silently and fell on his body.

Zhong Lingxin tried his best to suppress the tremor in his voice, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he said in a low and gentle voice:

"Sister, I'll never give you to someone else again."

Hearing this, Song Sizhao was slightly stunned, and his outstretched hand hung stiffly in mid-air, and after a long time, he took it back in a daze.

She hung her head, and the look on her face couldn't tell what it was, as if there were a lot of emotions, and as if there was nothing.

Some pale lips overflowed with an inaudible sigh, and a faint mourning was suppressed under the sword eyebrows.

The sky of the hospital building, the hazy white fog slowly dissipated, and the eyes leaked through the cracks in the clouds, fainting circles of light and shadow on the dark red ground. Tiny specks of dust floating in the air swirled and danced in the light.

Zhong Lingxin felt the warm sunlight shining on her body, slowly raised her head, she quickly adjusted her emotions, and the expression on her face returned to the same ancient well as before.

An inexplicable panic suddenly surged in her heart, and for some reason, a strong uneasiness suddenly churned, and the irritability in her chest became stronger and stronger.

Zhong Lingxin thought of the person who had fainted in front of her, her eyes dimmed for a moment, and her originally calm and joyful mood was also clouded with a layer of haze.

"We got out of here as soon as possible! went out to find Lin Yincheng and Zhu Dafu. ”

As soon as the words fell, she leaned down and reached out to pick up Zhong Lingnan, who was sleeping on the ground, intending to meet the people outside the building as soon as possible.