"Xingtian! this is the ancient giant god Xingtian!" The old monk was almost trembling all over, staring at the phantom behind Ye Wentian in disbelief.

The phantom lasted for a quarter of an hour before it slowly faded away, and the blood-red murderous aura dissipated.

The blood in Ye Wentian's eyes faded, and he rolled his eyes and fainted to the ground.

The little girl fell three meters away, on all fours, staring at Ye Wentian vigilantly, with a hesitant look in her eyes, circling around him, but she didn't dare to step forward.

Although Maitreya was also shocked by Fang Cai's vision, after all, he was simple and innocent, the white light flashed in his hand, the wooden fish appeared, and the tuk tuk tu continued to knock non-stop, and the first spiritual technique Great Compassion Mantra was launched, and the word "sadness" flew out of the wooden fish one by one, and integrated into Ye Wentian's body, completely ignoring his own spiritual power consumption.

The old monk stepped forward, helped Ye Wentian up, and pressed it on his heart for a moment, and then slowly breathed a sigh of relief: "He's fine, it's just that the spiritual power is consumed too much, and he collapsed and fainted!"

Maitreya cast the Great Compassion Mantra five times in a row, and finally ran out of spiritual power, and fell to the ground panting like a cow.

"I, I know that the eldest brother, the eldest brother is a celestial person, and he will be fine. ”

One Great Compassion Mantra can restore 30% of the spiritual power, and it can be cast five times in a row, removing the decreasing effect, and almost filling up Ye Mantian's spiritual power, and the shoulder, which is missing a large piece of flesh and blood, also begins to grow bone muscles at a speed visible to the naked eye, and gradually heals.

"Lao Sha, when will Big Brother wake up?" Maitreya asked with a wink.

With a snap, the old monk slapped Maitreya on the head: "Call me Teacher Sha, don't learn this stinky boy is not big or small!"

"Woo woo woo ......"

Half an hour later, Ye Wentian finally woke up.

"I ...... Where is this?" Ye Wentian opened his heavy eyelids, and his brain was groggy for a while.

The old monk looked at Ye Wentian with complicated eyes: "Stinky boy, you really have shit luck, alas, it's really a great god inserted in cow dung, it's a pity." ”

Ye Wentian shook his head fiercely, sobered himself up, and said, "Why do I listen to your sour tone? Are you jealous of me?"

"I'm jealous of you!" the old monk glared angrily.

"You're jealous of my face? Well, I'm pretty handsome. Ye Wentian made a joke, and what had just happened came to mind little by little.

The despair of dying, the memories of past lives, the headless blood-colored phantom......

"My Second Martial Spirit has awakened?" Ye Wentian recalled the scene of Teresa sacrificing the Divine Martial Spirit Black Dragon Emperor, and said with a flash of surprise in his mind.

The old monk nodded: "Yes, at the moment when you were dying, your second guardian martial spirit finally awakened, and automatically protected the master, saving you from Wolverine's killer blow." After a pause, he continued, "That's not the point, the point is that the second guardian martial spirit you awakened is ......."

Ye Wentian excitedly interrupted the old monk's words: "It's the Great God of Xingtian!" Headless, with ru as the eye, the navel as the mouth, and holding a battle axe and a battle shield, isn't it the god of Xingtian who was beheaded by the Yellow Emperor in ancient mythology but continued to fight?

"Do you also know Xingtian?" the old monk glanced at Ye Wentian strangely, "Xingtian is the first fierce god in ancient times, the first god of killing, the first god of war, as long as Xingtian appears in mythology, it must be a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and all things are ambushed." No wonder your second guardian martial spirit has not awakened for a long time, and it is still frantically devouring your spiritual power, it turns out that it is actually Xingtian ......"

"So, my second guardian martial spirit is a divine martial spirit?" Ye Wentian asked impatiently.

The old monk had an expression on how Xingtian chose you: "Nonsense, if even Xingtian is not a divine martial spirit, then let all the divine martial spirits eat!"

The first guardian martial spirit - the golden hand, and the second guardian martial spirit - the divine martial spirit punishment heaven. Since it is a divine martial spirit, Ye Wentian should have been born at level 20, but due to the unknown reason of Xingtian, he actually devoured all his innate spiritual power, which is why Ye Man was born with no spiritual power.

However, fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and after getting the first spirit ring, there will be no zài bottleneck before level 20.

The two discussed things about the Divine Martial Spirit for a while, and I have to say that the old monk is really knowledgeable, no matter what Ip Mantian asks, he can say the truth.

"Big brother, look at that. Maitreya was stupid and couldn't understand it, and he couldn't interject, and when the two of them finished speaking, he immediately pointed to Wolverine's corpse and shouted.

Ye Wentian turned his head to look, only to see that the brass-colored spiritual power continued to float out of Wolverine's corpse, condensing into a dark yellow ring mixed with blue above, and when the last trace of spiritual power overflowed, the ring finally changed from a gaseous state to a liquid state, no longer fluctuating.

The old monk knew that Ye Wentian had made up his mind, and finally persuaded him: "You have also seen the blue color in this spirit ring, and there is no need to say much about the danger." It's too late to give up, after all, being alive is more important than anything else. ”

Ye Wentian smiled slightly: "Indeed, it is very important to live, and I never want to die, but I can't stop trying to live, I have to fight, if I die, remember to go to my grave, haha!"

Laughing three times with a dry heart, Ye Wentian sat down cross-legged, stretched out his hand and made a gentle gesture towards the spirit ring.

Pulled by the spiritual power, the spirit ring immediately floated over and put it on Ye Wentian's body.

Boom! The spirit ring suddenly contracted, hitting his body, Ye Wentian's clothes suddenly shattered, and he opened his mouth to spew out a mouthful of blood mist.

The old monk frowned, and shouted in a deep voice: "This is just the beginning, hold on! You must get through! You can only rely on yourself to absorb the spirit ring, and the gods can't help you." ”

Maitreya grabbed the hem of the old monk tightly, trembling nervously, and kept chanting in his mouth: "Amitabha, as long as the Buddha blesses the eldest brother to survive this catastrophe safely, I am willing to eat meat for three days, no, ten days, and not peek at my beautiful sister's ......."

The little girl lost her restraints, a look of hesitation flashed in her eyes, but she still didn't leave after all.

The spirit ring contracted and hit again and again, and a huge amount of spiritual power frantically poured into Ye Wentian's body, filling up his eight veins of the Qi Jing in an instant. I saw Ye Wentian bulge up like a leather ball, and whenever the spirit ring contracted and hit, the "leather ball" would be hit and instantly shrunk, and the spiritual power would splash outward from every pore, bringing out wisps of blood.

It's really painful! It's really a struggle to live, but you can't die!

Ye Wentian's consciousness began to blur, but he gritted his teeth and didn't let himself faint, he knew that once he lost consciousness, he would definitely die.

The impact became more and more intense, and the frequency became faster and faster, and Ye Wentian only felt that his flesh and bones were about to be crushed.

On the line of life and death, the black hole in the body opened again, and the spiritual power that had nowhere to vent frantically surged towards the black hole.

It was the second martial spirit who saved him at a critical moment.

This time, Ye Wentian no longer resented the second martial spirit, but sincerely felt lucky.