"Gah!!"

The fact that he was slashed by Ji Yuehua cannot be changed, and the blood spurting out of the breach and the internal organs that slid down may not be stuffed back. However, only the wound itself healed quickly under the treatment of "metaphorical energy".

Eventually, the gaps in the stomach and tail were regenerated. Jiaolong roared in the sky, squirmed in the opposite direction of Ji Yuehua, returned to the original red "Divine Crystal", and coiled around the top of the spar a few times. The head with pale golden horns stopped high in the air that could only be looked up, and those blood-red eyes stared at Ji Yuehua with an arrogant and smug gaze, as if mocking this opponent covered in bruises.

"It's really convinced, this guy was obviously opened by me with a big hole in his stomach not long ago, why is he still so energetic now?"

There is nothing that can be done in the face of Jiaolong's obvious provocation.

It's not that Ji Yuehua doesn't have first-aid supplies, but things like bandages and the like can't be used now that the battle is not over yet.

Jiaolong has the means to stop bleeding in real time, but he doesn't.

While each other was gasping for air, time did not stop, and blood kept flowing from the wound on his shoulder.

With too much blood loss, coupled with the fact that his physical strength and "divine energy" were about to be hollowed out, just maintaining a standing posture had exhausted Ji Yuehua's whole strength. Showing such a tragic situation, it is no wonder that Jiaolong's eyes flashed with the eyes of a victor early.

"So what's next?"

With an expression that seemed to be a wry smile, Ji Yuehua murmured softly.

I don't know if I learned a lesson from the confrontation just now, this time, although it was obviously superior on the surface, however, Jiaolong didn't rush over and try to swallow him as desperately as he did just now. Just stay in the distance and condense the "metaphorical energy".

There was only one number, but the stones were bigger than the three rocks just now combined, watching such a thing take shape bit by bit on his head, which made Ji Yuehua's heart infinitely entangled.

Is it really okay to be so blatantly preparing for a charged attack on his head? That thing doesn't have any other way to attack than fall straight down, right? If he had a little more stamina left, he would just move it now. The thing that the dragon had worked so hard to condense would never touch half of his hair again, right? Is it really good to do such a high-risk thing?

Like this, Ji Yuehua vomited violently at Jiaolong in her heart. However, he had to admit that he no longer had the ability to dodge this attack. Or rather, even if you can barely avoid this stone falling from the sky, you will definitely die in the dragon's subsequent pursuit. Rather than be swallowed by the other party, he would rather be smashed into meat sauce by a boulder, or at least look like he has died a heroic death.

Two minutes have long passed, and now the "masking bracelet" in the hand of the Eight Meaning Wing Lam should be back in effect. With the mind of Yonglin, it shouldn't be a problem to escape under the stealth effect.

though

I have just learned a new "Metaphorical Skill" and have been given a better level of signposting. It's a bit of a pity to have the end of your life here. However, it is inherently risky to venture into such a dangerous place. Now the only hope he had was that the Eight Meaning Yonglin, who had been ripped into the water to help him with his special training, would be able to escape from this place.

After a long chase, maybe it won't be bad to draw a rest here?

"Hey, sister. What's the look of relief on your face? Ready to die? Don't you plan to be a human being anymore?"

A sudden voice sounded in his ears, interrupting the last words in Ji Yuehua's heart.

"Whew! Sister Wing Lam ?!!"

Instinctively aware of what's going on. But in my heart, I still couldn't help but pray that I would not guess correctly. Ji Yuehua looked at the source of the voice and saw it. I don't know when the Eight Meanings Yonglin has come to his side!

"What are you kidding?!!" Relaxation turned into nervousness, and all thoughts became anxious, Ji Yuehua tore her throat at her boss without thinking and roared, "It's just this time, what do you want to do when you come to me?!! It's dangerous!!"

"You know by looking at it. Ahh If that rock on our heads falls, we'll both die. ”

"Got it. Then don't deliberately get close!! What the hell are you here for?!!"

"If I say that a man doesn't know the way back, do you believe it?"

"I don't recognize you either!! No, now is not the time to talk about such things?!!!

The size of the rock above his head had surpassed the sum of the previous three rocks combined. Due to its size, the light from the "Mythical Crystal" that grows on the top of the cave is blocked. In the middle of the vision, it darkened, and when it came down, it seemed that it was not far from falling.

Such a behemoth falling from the top of his head will undoubtedly affect the Eight Meanings Yonglin.

Originally, Ji Yuehua was even mentally prepared for death, but at this moment, she no longer had the slightest such thoughts. On the other hand, his face was full of emotions called anxious, anxious like ants on a hot pot, and his mind was racing to think about how to get Bayi Yonglin out.

Bayi Yonglin must not be hurt in the slightest, as long as he still has a breath, this is the principle, and it is also an iron rule.

The process of condensation is almost complete, and it is too late for Bayi Yonglin to escape immediately.

However, when it comes to facing the Eight Meanings Yonglin, he doesn't have the physical strength to activate the "Blade of the God of War" again. Trying to chop a limited portion of the rock with a normal-sized "Hell Flame" to carve out a safe space may not be at all, and it will be crushed along the way.

"What's wrong? A sad face?"

"Whose fault do you think this is?!!! Ahh If you don't get compensation proportional to the degree of heart shock, you will never return to work!!"

"Huh? Want to get something out of my hands? Well, it's good to know how to be delusional."

As long as you can restore the fighting spirit to survive, that's good.

That look of all thoughts is not for you.

The true feeling from the heart, after reaching the mouth, Bayi Yonglin hesitated, because she felt that it was inappropriate, and finally did not say it. Instead, he took out a syringe containing green liquid from the pocket of his white coat and stabbed it fiercely on Ji Yue's left arm.

(To be continued.) )