The fragrance of the damp earth was inhaled into his nose, and Song Chengjie slowly opened his eyes in the middle of the day shining through the woods.

His head was groggy, his body seemed to be powerless, and there seemed to be a strange smell in the air around him.

In front of him was a strand of blonde hair, and his fair skin was clinging to his cheek. The faint pulse from the artery in the other party's neck trembled, and the sweet smell of the girl became more refreshing than the smell of earth.

Sitting up suddenly, Song Chengjie only felt that he had a splitting headache, but at this time he couldn't pay attention to himself at all. Right next to him, there was a sigh of the wind lying slightly frowning and unconscious, and it seemed that she was in a terrible situation.

In order to resist the erosion of Song Chengjie's blood qi with all his might, the sigh of the wind completely gave up his defense. The rich blood qi not only corroded the nightdress she had woven with spiritual power, but her petite body was also blurred by the erosion of flesh and blood due to direct contact with the blood qi, and even her trembling body in her sleep seemed to have been directly torn off a layer of skin.

"Cheng Jie, I believe in you. ”

Suddenly, the girl's words echoed in Song Chengjie's mind. Everything that had happened before was gradually recalled by the revival of his consciousness, and it was the sigh that attacked the wind after he lost his mind. On his arm, the Holy Wind Thorn was dim, and Song Chengjie knew that this was because the sigh of the wind was getting weaker and weaker. Whether or not the machine spirit would die was a mystery, but at least he couldn't let her continue to weaken. It's just that it's too late for the general healing spirit method, after all, it's such a serious injury......

On his right arm, the dark red spike trembled slowly, as if a child who knew he had made a mistake was testing whether his adult was angry.

"Black Yao!"

"Yes!" Under the light of a black light, a girl in a black dress appeared. At this time, she knelt beside the sigh of the wind, her two small hands tightly grasped the hem of her skirt, and her deeply bowed head covered her cheeks with her hair, but from her trembling body and the tears that could not stop falling, she could know that she was now clenching her teeth and crying silently.

It's yourself who screwed up. Although it was not his original intention, as a blood clan spirit could not control the residual blood qi in the spirit weapon he was hosting, this was his own dereliction of duty. It's my fault, it's all my fault...... I'm so useless, no matter how the young man in front of me is punished, he deserves it.

"If you want to cry, I'll give you time. Hurry up and help me now. ”

Looking up at the young man in front of him with some surprise, Hei Yao's tears stopped abruptly. Didn't he punish me? After all, I was the one who caused the consequences......

"I know you're remorseful. Song Chengjie said as he set off a fresh wind to blow away the remaining blood and qi around him, and the eroded and rotten dead wood whirred in the wind, "But I also know that this accident was not your intention. Isn't it better to help me treat the Sigh of the Wind than to blame myself!"

Although there was restlessness in his tone, and even his movements when he blew away the blood qi were a little rough, Hei Yao could hear that the person in front of him did not have the slightest intention of blaming himself, he was really worried about the sigh of the wind.

"First of all, I used my blood to simulate the general topography of this area, and the wider the range, the more detailed the simulation, the better. Song Chengjie didn't hesitate, time is everything at this time, every minute and second is extraordinarily precious. The voice did not fall. Song Chengjie had already raised his hand and slashed the sharp blade of the arm thorn, and blood spurted out in an instant, "Quick! My wind has not done such a precise shaping of the entity, this task can only be done by you!"

To simulate the terrain, the more detailed the more blood you have to use, I really don't know how much my blood can be made?

Hei Yao couldn't wipe away her tears, as a machine spirit that had been created by simulating the sigh of the wind, her perception was extraordinary. Of course, as a Bloodline's instrumental spirit, she has an extremely precise ability to manipulate blood. Hei Yao was pumping Song Chengjie's blood, while constantly looking into his eyes, when people lose too much blood, their eyes will gradually blur, even the first rider will not be an exception, she wants to avoid this situation as much as possible.

As the model of blood condensation gradually took shape, Song Chengjie dipped his own blood and skillfully drew a magic array in front of him, raised his hand and blew out a breeze to gently move the sigh of the wind to this blood array.

Sighing around the wind, the blood array and the model have been completed, Hei Yao breathed a sigh of relief, but saw that Song Chengjie had his hands folded on his chest at this time, looking at the familiar blood array, her little hands couldn't help but tremble: "This is ......"

"Black magic. I don't know what's going on, but I thought about the spiritual method I wanted to heal, and this thing appeared in my mind. Next, we just need to pray with our hearts that the sigh of the wind will be healed, and all other distractions will be eliminated as much as possible. Song Chengjie closed his eyes as he spoke, and an enchantment suddenly unfolded around his body surrounded by spiritual power, enveloping all the areas covered by the simulated terrain, "This is a ritual that simulates the temple, and uses the power of nature to complete the healing." But...... She can only use it once for the same injury, so I don't know how far she can recover. ”

The simulated temple is not a real temple, but a relatively confined space is used as a platform, and by linking the simulacrum with reality, the purpose of using the spiritual power in the confined space in reality can be achieved.

The sigh of the wind comes from the natural wind, and the use of natural spiritual power is relatively sufficient, and the second is the harmony of attributes, if it is not for the help of spells, with Song Chengjie's healing ability, I am afraid it will be a drop in the bucket. The wound of the sigh of the wind gradually healed under the silent prayers of the two, but the terrain simulated by Song Chengjie's blood was rapidly evaporating.

That's the limit of this spell. Regardless of the effect, the spell will be automatically lifted as soon as the simulant disappears.

Everything was calm again, and the wound of the Wind Sigh was still very serious, but her breath was much more stable than just now.

Wiping the sweat on his head, Song Chengjie carefully picked up Fengzhi and sighed, his petite body trembling in his arms. There was no time to clean up this area, Song Chengjie suddenly exerted force under his feet, spread his green wings behind his back, and hurriedly flew towards the branch after calling back Hei Yao.

Holding the sigh of the wind, Song Chengjie's mood couldn't be calm. It was indeed the black magic of the blood clan that Fang had just used, although it did not heal the sigh of the wind, but its effect was beyond Song Chengjie's imagination.

Since he was eroded by the blood and qi accumulated in the spiritual weapon, some of the unique black magic of the blood clan naturally appeared in his mind, but as a human being, if he deliberately recalled these black magic, he would have extremely severe pain coming from the depths of his mind, presumably only when he really needed a specific black magic that those things could naturally emerge.

Now, even if he detects it backwards, he has not found any blood in the arm thorn, and it seems that it has all exploded before. However, as for whether this spiritual weapon will run wild again in the future, Song Chengjie has no bottom in his heart. Until now, he can't force the contact contract, so he can only wait for the matter on Hongchuan's side to calm down, and he will personally take Hei Yao to the demon world to find the king of the blood clan.

"Hei Yao, do you still have a nightdress, you can't let the sigh of the wind just hang the strip of cloth all the time. Putting aside other troublesome things, Song Chengjie glanced at the naked sigh of the wind in his arms, and couldn't help but blush. Fang Cai didn't care about these things when the situation was urgent, but now that it has generally eased up, Song Chengjie is a little embarrassed, "I don't have women's clothes over there, and I can't say anything about the wind's sigh and injury." ”

"Yes, yes, it's just that my clothes are condensed by the black magic of the blood clan, and there will definitely be side effects when I put it on her. ”

Slightly stunned, Song Chengjie sighed lightly, and simply ripped off his coat, and the wide cloak wrapped the sigh of the wind like a spring roll.

At the same time, in the east of Hongchuan City, two figures faintly appeared on the long-idle highway. It is already close to the city, and although it is surrounded by ruins, it can still be seen that it was once a prosperous tourist attraction, and I am afraid that the economic conditions here at that time were no less than the real Hongchuan urban area.

One of them was quite large, and his whole body was covered in heavy armor, and even when he walked on such an uncovered road against the sun, he did not see a drop of sweat on his fleshy head, and his steps were still sonorous, while the other was eager to drag one step into three steps, and the robe that should have been put on his body had replaced the towel in his hand, but even then he was still sweating like rain.

"Is this an enchantment?" the man in armor suddenly frowned, and his footsteps stopped. Suddenly raised his hand, a piece of rune paper flew into the palm of his hand, and in an instant, it turned into a golden war hammer and smashed into the ground, and a golden enchantment burst out, "Dongying Yin and Yang Juku, Qiao Cangxiao, Qiao Cangxi, come to visit! It's the Shield of Justice stationed here, right? Are you going to let the guests stand under the sun like this?"

As soon as the words fell, a bullet effortlessly broke the golden barrier, and it took a full two seconds before a thunderous gunshot could be heard in the distance.

"Spell bomb, is it the fifth marshal?" Qiao Cangxi muttered, patting Qiao Cangxiao lightly, "It seems that the information is wrong, if there are two marshals here, plus Kinoshita Hayato will inevitably come when the meeting is held, it will be too difficult for us to do it, if it is discovered, it will be worth the loss." ”

"That's true, it looks like we'll have to wait a little longer. The Vatican is too difficult to penetrate, but this Hongchuan can be taken by us sooner or later. Qiao Cangxiao said softly, with a wave of his arm, he turned the war hammer into rune paper again and took it back, and rushed forward to make a false punch as an apology, "We were too reckless just now, but I hope you will forgive me, after all, the weather is really uncomfortable, please allow us to enter the city!"

Thousands of kilometers away, Jiang Chengjie was lying in the ruins, observing the movements of the two through the telescope on the sniper rifle, and suddenly snorted softly: "Dongying's people really have an attempt." That's why I'm not going to have anything to do with you exorcists, if it weren't for the fact that I couldn't bear to be here today, these two guys would really be in a no-man's land. ”

"The giant hammer unfolded the enchantment, firstly to test the attitude of the shield of justice, and secondly, to remove all the traps around them, so that these two guys dared to speak so unabashedly. But it's a pity, not to mention the Dongying language, even the ancient Dongying language I can read through lip language. ”

After a slight pause, Jiang Chengjie sniffed the cigarette roll on the butt of the gun, put a silencer on the gun and fired a shot in the other direction, and the barrier in front of the two was lifted.

"Think of me as the fifth marshal? maybe, at least they can be honest that way. Jiang Chengjie said as he picked up his gun, ran towards the church with a cigarette in his mouth, "Su Lun is still undergoing surgery, Song Chengjie doesn't know where to go, whether it is an exorcist or an ordinary person in the city, people are panicking...... The sigh of the wind seems to be still in the room, and it seems that the only way to find the little girl is to find it first. ”

At the same time, the distant imperial capital.

"The envoy of the Yin-Yang Juku?" Venerable Huyan, who was changing his clothes, couldn't help but be a little puzzled. As a formal occasion to receive foreign envoys, Venerable Huyan wanted to change into an ancient costume like a traveler, but this complicated dressing process did not disturb his thoughts, "Yin Yang Juku, what is the old man of Qiao Cangshan going to do, and he actually sent an envoy at this time?"