At this time, the Burning Spirit had already entered Xia Suxing's sea of knowledge.

Once the Light Spirit emerges from the shortcut, it quickly enters the shortcut, reaching the end of the shortcut, which is the entrance to the Dream.

The opening of the core lasted only three seconds, but it was enough for it.

While waiting, it looked around, and this place was no longer the sea of knowledge it had in its impression.

Knowing the sea is a spatial form composed of the consciousness of the master, that is to say, the master can change the spatial environment of the sea at will, and is not limited by the cultivation of the realm.

In the impression of the Burning Spirit, the previous Zhihai was based on white as the main color, red as the secondary color, and the cold and hot tones constrained each other, creating a relatively peaceful environment, which was the most comfortable environment for the Burning Spirit, which was easily irritable and restless at that time.

And now the sea of knowledge, the sky and the ground have disappeared red, leaving only the boundless white, which is the color that belongs to the snow-white light spirit, and it is also the color with the most sense of security.

"Master, how long have I been sealed?" the Burning Spirit asked itself thoughtfully.

There was an extra layer of haze in its eyes, it couldn't be said to be sad, it should be with some kind of uncertainty, to itself and to Xia Suxing.

At this time, the figure of the light spirit flashed out of the dark shortcut.

The Burning Spirit didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and jumped into the shortcut with all his strength.

It shuttled through the shortcuts with ease, one second, two seconds, three seconds, just stuck in the time node, and at the last moment before the core closed, it entered the inside of the core.

The inside of the core is a small purple-black space, and its color is the same as the mark that was imprinted when the Burning Spirit was sealed.

It was dark inside, and there was no glimmer of light.

Sparks flickered in the Burning Spirit's eyes, surveying his surroundings.

In front of it, a trace of white aura rose up, surrounding its body, and the pale white aura seemed to recognize it, like a white whisker wandering around it.

"My Breath?"

After a moment of hesitation, it was able to confirm that after all, the time of the seal had been some time, and even its spiritual breath felt a little rusty.

The Soul Breath of the Burning Spirit is actually the Dragon Soul Breath.

In the final analysis, the core in Xia Suxing's body was formed by the condensation of the incinerating spirit, so its spiritual breath was always generated in the core.

Spiritual breath is not something that can be generated by all long-cherished beasts or spiritual creatures, and everything that can generate spiritual breath is not simple.

For example, the Turbidity Stone and the Turbidity Spirit Stone are both rare ancient divine stones, and so far, some of their spiritual breath has been confused in Jin Xiaodi's bloodline, which has significantly improved the effectiveness of Jin Xiaodi's cultivation.

Burning Linggui is the son of the Beast Exterminating Sect God Demon, with the purest dragon bloodline, and has been cultivated in the world for more than a thousand years, there is no doubt that it can generate spiritual breath.

"It's up to you to be the intermediary. The Burning Spirit grabbed the pale white breath.

The Burning Spirit did not dare to send its blood directly to Xia Suxing, otherwise it would be very easy to produce backlash, and in serious cases, it might endanger Xia Suxing's life.

At present, the most reliable way is to use an object between it and Xia Su as a medium, so as not to overreact, and its aura is undoubtedly the most suitable choice.

I saw it gasp, half-squinted, grinned, and grabbed a leaf of scales on its short arm.

"Ahh

It tore off the dragon scales with lightning speed, like the pain of peeling its skin made it grief-stricken, and its teeth shivered as it looked at the dragon scales it tore off.

The dragon scales are like its armor, and if it does not remove the dragon scales, it will not be able to extract blood.

Enduring the severe pain, it aimed the scale blade of the torn dragon scale at the position where it had just broken away from the dragon scale, as if swinging a sword blade, and hit its exposed skin without any difference.

Compared to breaking off the dragon scales, the pain of this blade is obviously much smaller.

The dark red blood slowly flowed out, and the Burning Spirit quickly used its spiritual breath to absorb it, just like paper adsorbs water.

When the pale white breath turned a dark red color, the burning spirit closed the wound.

Then, it let go of its breath.

The aura glowed crimson, scurrying back and forth in the narrow core.

The Burning Spirit's face turned a little pale, and it smiled, "It should be fine." ”

As the spiritual breath wanders, the blood and qi of the burning spirit will spread in the core of the soul, and every time the spiritual breath generated will be contaminated with its blood qi, and gradually, the blood qi will diffuse in the meridians and blood around Xia Suxing's body.

The blood qi left behind by the Burning Spirit could be stored in Xia Suxing's meridian and blood veins for at least two months, enough to last until the destruction of the Illusory Dream was restarted.

Then, the Burning Spirit returned to the Soul Rhythm Space, and the Light Spirit looked at it with hopeful eyes, looking forward to its news.

It touched the light spirit's head, "Don't worry, the master will be fine." ”

The light smiled innocently, and pointed to himself again.

The Burning Spirit understood what it meant, and said, "You don't need my blood, the narcolepsy caused by the illusory dream will not affect you much, and even if you are asleep, the master can forcibly enter the demonic state." ”

The light spirit pouted and sat next to Xia Suxing's lap, his hands crossed and his belly.

The Burning Spirit said: "Light Spirit, you are an eight-rank child, you are not a mortal thing, if you can protect your master when necessary, don't let him get hurt, you know?"

The light raised its head and stared at it.

The Burning Spirit said: "In the master's last life, he also had two sons, and the two sons were both the sons of the Oxid, the descendants of the dragon clan, you don't know how beautiful we were at that time, wandering at the ends of the earth, wandering between the extravagant star realm and the twilight realm, looking down on the heroes, calling on the beasts, and even the gods of the human race, the Quan Lie did not dare to face the enemy easily. ”

"But later, after the death of the master, our two sons lived in the world with the spirit body of a dragon, and after waiting for more than a thousand years, we finally smelled the breath of the master. On the occasion of the master's death, our two sons in order to compete for the master, together into the master's young body, because of the strong coercion, almost killed the master. ”

"At that time, it was Xiao Yintian who resisted our coercion, and the master survived. Later, in order to make our master's weak body bear us, we two sons merged into one, and became what we are now. ”

The light spirit listened with great pleasure, nodding his head as he listened.

The Burning Spirit sighed, "The hour is running out, I'll go back first, the master will ask you to take care of it, if the master can lift my seal, we will meet again, but I don't know what year or year it is." ”

As soon as the words fell, the Burning Spirit turned into a beam of white light and streaked across the dim sky.

"By the way, Spirit, if the master wakes up, you can pat him on the left chest with your paw. ”

The white light flashed, and the sound gradually dissipated.