Zhang Yao's sword speed reached the fastest in her life, but no matter how fast she was, she couldn't spread the shadows. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The faint fragrance was like a messenger of life, enveloping the two of them with a strong breath of death, and the whole desert seemed to tremble, and the thing seemed to not intend to let them go, and it actually began to have a suction.

And the suction power is gradually increasing, seeing that Zhang Yao is about to take Zhang Ling out of the shadow range, but her speed is getting slower and slower, and finally she is sucked back back!

"What the hell is the Death Spirit Flower? Does it want us to die?"

Zhang Ling's face was very ugly, he didn't know what the Death Spirit Flower was, so although he was frightened by this behemoth, he was not as afraid as Zhang Yao.

Zhang Yao didn't say a word, desperately urging the Yuan Force to compete with the suction, just hoping to escape from the scope of this shadow first.

Now it has not completely revealed its body, they still have the possibility of escaping, if they wait until the death spirit flower reveals their body, with the current cultivation of the two of them, then they can only wait for how to die.

Zhang Yao even wanted to die when she didn't look too ugly!

There was a crack in her state of mind.

"Brother Ling, we can't all die here, I'll push you out when the weak water explodes, run as far as you can, you must get out of here!"

Zhang Yao began to bleed from her mouth, her body was seriously damaged, her yuan power was exhausted, and the suction force in the rear became stronger and stronger, the entire desert seemed to be trembling, and the yellow sand in the sky was surging towards the center.

Zhang Ling's heart was shocked, and he hurriedly grabbed Zhang Yao's hand and stopped her from making her next move.

The weak water sword is her natal weapon, just like Zhang Ling's broken sword, which is nurtured between her heart and mind, and has an inseparable close connection with her master. If there is an accident with the natal weapon, the owner will also suffer great damage, but if the natal weapon explodes, then the master's soul also has a certain chance of being shattered and killed.

Zhang Yao is sacrificing himself to save him!

How could Zhang Ling let her do this!

"Let go of me, do you know that once the Death Spirit Flower manifests its true form, this radius of hundreds of miles will be under its control, and then we will only have to wait for death!"

Zhang Yao scolded angrily, she wanted to shake off Zhang Ling's hand, but she was a little powerless, and now her Yuan Force is very little, and she can't be supplemented by Yuan Li within this range, although the two are now trying to compete, they are still retreating little by little!

"Sister, believe me, things haven't been bad enough yet!"

Zhang Ling calmly held Zhang Yao's hand, hoping to convey a trace of warmth to her.

His eyes were stubborn and powerful, giving Zhang Yao the illusion that he was omnipotent.

"Protect me first!

Zhang Ling said calmly, and then he raised his hand and plunged the broken sword into the yellow sand! A sharp sword intent instantly spread from the broken sword, and a strong white light instantly surrounded the two of them.

"What are you doing!Stop!" Zhang Yao exclaimed, but her action to stop was not faster than Zhang Ling's action.

In the yellow sand in the sky, in the howling wind, this small cloud of white light is like a flat boat in the angry waves, swaying, and can be dumped at any time.

Zhang Ling bit the tip of his tongue, and as a mouthful of essence blood spurted out, the broken sword seemed to have received some kind of nourishment and encouragement, the white light became more dazzling, and the wall of light became stronger and stronger.

The suction behind him became bigger and bigger, and as far as the eye could see, it seemed that the yellow sand of the entire desert was sucked by him, and the yellow sand rolled in the air, and fell from the air with a roaring sound like a silver pillar of water!

If the two of them don't leave here again, they are afraid that they will be buried by the yellow sand if they are not sucked away by the suction!

Zhang Ling's hands flew quickly, he had no yuan power in his body, he could only cut the fingertips of his ten fingers, and his own blood drove the seal to inject into the broken sword.

His blood was red with a golden light, and almost every hundred seals Zhang Ling would spurt out a mouthful of essence blood, and his face quickly turned pale, but in the snap of his fingers, he felt as if he was seriously ill. It's just that the movements of his hands are getting faster and faster, and in the end, he can only see an afterimage!

Zhang Yao covered her mouth, with tears in her eyes, trying to control her voice and not make herself cry.

She wanted to blow up her weak water sword, Zhang Ling didn't allow it, but he took the first step to carry out a blood sacrifice!

What is the blood sacrifice? The blood sacrifice is to use one's own essence and blood as the attraction to urge the natal sword, which is almost the unity of the human sword, but the unity of the human sword of the blood sacrifice is dominated by the sword!

The consequences of this will be half-destroyed at best, or an idiot, and the soul will be locked in a weapon forever!

And Zhang Ling is now completely lost, only a powerful body, the consequences of his doing this, Zhang Yao can't imagine!

The broken sword inserted in the yellow sand trembled, and the white light became more and more dazzling, and Zhang Yao had to close his eyes.

"Go!"

Zhang Ling let out a low snort, and as the last mouthful of essence blood spurted out, the broken sword let out a cheerful hiss, rushing towards the air with a trill!

The white light wrapped Zhang Ling and the others, and the broken sword pierced the thick yellow sand flying in the sky, and left here as quickly as possible. And the suction behind him seemed to have some kind of consciousness, with an irresistible aura of destruction surging towards Zhang Ling!

"Damn it!"

Zhang Ling scolded, seeing that he was about to go out of the range of the shadow, but the shadow seemed to suddenly have substance, and it was like an enchantment encircling the entire range of the shadow! Zhang Ling's face was bloodless, Zhang Yao firmly grasped the hilt of the broken sword with one hand, and held Zhang Ling with the other, so he could only be anxious at this time.

The suction force almost came in the blink of an eye, Zhang Ling gritted his teeth, and quickly threw out a disc-like thing from his hand, the disc rushed towards the boundary of the shadow with the whistling wind, and then let out a 'boom', the violent explosion instantly tore open the barrier of the shadow, only for a moment, the broken sword left the range of the shadow with the sound of the wind.

Then, without the interference of suction, the broken sword let out a long and cheerful groan, and disappeared here almost in the blink of an eye!

The will in the shadows only really woke up at this time, as if it felt that two small fish had slipped away, and it was very unhappy to let out a terrible cry similar to a baby's cry, and the yellow sand in the entire shadow area suddenly rioted, like the angry waves of the South China Sea, surging towards the sky and then slapping down!

It only then did it reveal its body, emitting a strong aura of death in the sunlight, but it was beautiful and dazzling!

This is an extremely large flower!

The flower stems alone are hundreds of zhang high! Those leaves cover the sky and the sun, and the length reaches an astonishing ten zhang long, and the leaves seem to have faces on them, looking at the whole desert expressionlessly!

And that huge flower, each petal is three zhang long or even longer, each petal is different in color, exuding a charming brilliance, like a glass carving, shining in the sun!

This is the Death Spirit Flower, with a light fragrance, charming and terrifying!

Zhang Ling and the others didn't see the situation here, otherwise they would only be even more surprised.

The two of them were now on the periphery of a huge group of stones, Zhang Ling was staring blankly at the sky, and Zhang Yao was meditating on his knees.

The sky was getting darker, and the last remaining light in the desert was beautiful and dazzling.

Zhang Ling was still motionless.

This is the outer edge of the Flame Spirit Fire Valley, as long as you can enter, you and your sister can re-enter the ranks of geniuses in the cultivation world. But why is the mood a little melancholy now?

"What are you thinking? So engrossed?" Zhang Yao stood up, her Yuan Li had recovered nine times out of ten, her clothes had changed to new, except that her skin was tanned, she was still the same as before.

"Sister, do you think it's good to be an ordinary person?" Zhang Ling lay on the ground, pillowed his arm, and looked at the dark sky blankly.

Zhang Yao looked at him strangely, she didn't think that Zhang Ling would be the kind of person who would retreat because of a little setback.

"Sister, I sometimes think about it, I think it's so boring, why others can live simply, but we have to suffer so much. Why are others born strong, but we are so weak? Is that Death Spirit Flower really a living being?"

Zhang Yao stroked his forehead and was speechless.

Sure enough, this guy's brain is still so unreliable!

"The Death Spirit Flower is not a real living being, it can only be regarded as a half-living body, its origin is a mystery, and it is rare in the world. ”

Zhang Yao pondered for a moment, and then said: "I know this kind of thing, I still saw it in an ancient notebook, it was a transcript that Qingyang carried, it said that the Death Spirit Flower generally appeared in Liao Uninhabited Place, its shape was huge, it had a strange fragrance, low intelligence, and powerful attack power. At that time, we should be alert when we smelled the fragrance, and the fire scorpion left like a desperate escape, thinking that it was not because of us, but because it had already smelled the smell. ”

"In this flame domain, there are really no surprises!"

Zhang Ling sighed, his face was very pale, his body was tired, and he lost too much essence and blood, if it weren't for the strength of his body, throwing that disc out at the last moment, I'm afraid he would really be bad.

That disc is a replica of the Da Luo God Plate, obtained from Fang Leshan, Fang Leshan used the big compass to make a deep impression on Zhang Ling, so after killing him, he kept it as a trophy, but he didn't expect it to come in handy here.

Even if the big compass is a replica, it also has an extraordinary aura, which is a storage of yuan power that cannot be underestimated, Zhang Ling is with the help of these yuan power, so as not to make himself so miserable, although in the end he had to detonate the big compass, but at least the two escaped safely.

"The Death Spirit Flower does not usually appear unless there is a special introduction, perhaps because of your battle today, which has aroused its curiosity. Brother Ling, your blood is special, if it is not necessary in the future, don't just use that method of injuring the enemy by one thousand and self-inflicting eight hundred!"

Zhang Yao was angry, she vaguely felt that the appearance of the Death Spirit Flower was caused by Zhang Ling cutting her palm when dealing with the fire scorpion, although Zhang Ling's blood was absorbed by the broken sword at that time, but that smell would definitely attract the attention of creatures like the Death Spirit Flower.

Zhang Ling's blood has changed, it has long been different from ordinary people, the powerful vitality and power contained in that kind of golden-red blood can directly push his physical body, which has no yuan power, to the peak of the underworld realm, you can imagine how powerful that blood is!

And for the creature in that half-living state, the smell of this blood was like a divine fruit that tempted them.

Zhang Ling got up with a grunt, pulled Zhang Yao's sleeve with a hippie smile, and begged for mercy: "Okay, okay, I know, there is definitely no next time, okay?"

Zhang Yao was helpless, he had nothing to do with him since he was a child, and he couldn't keep a cold face anymore when he saw him like this, so he could only shake his head.

The Valley of Fire was not a valley as the two had imagined, but a large cluster of rocks in the extreme north of the desert.

The area of the Flame Domain was not small, and it took the two of them about three or four months to go straight all the way, and the closer they got to the north, the hotter the weather became.

The sand was still yellow where the Death Spirit Flower appeared, but in the vicinity of the Fire Valley, the sand had turned white.

It glows like the grains of some kind of gemstone.

And the location of the Fire Spirit Valley is the central location of this piece of white sand.

Even Zhang Yao couldn't stand the heat here, and the monk could adjust the temperature of his body, so it had to be within a certain range. Like the temperature here in the Flame Spirit Fire Valley, if Zhang Yao didn't continue to run the Yuan Force, she would already be sweating profusely at the moment, which was also the reason why she couldn't recover the Yuan Force quietly.

The heat of the Flame Spirit Fire Valley seemed to be directly scorching to the spiritual power.

The entrance was in the middle of the two big stones, Zhang Ling always felt a little familiar, why did this vacant location always feel so similar to the big stone he saw when he first came in?