The black heavenly fire that once fell from the Yanlong Transformation is now a boundless spiritual fire for no reason.

Every time it is a predicament, every time it makes Ling Jinxi at a loss, and every time it is related to Ji Weiliang.

"Season, season is slightly cool." Ling Jinxi tried to tug her, but she didn't move.

Frustratedly, he pressed his forehead to the ground on the side of Ji Weiliang's face, Ling Jinxi tried hard to think about how to solve the crisis in front of him again.

Without divine power, without spiritual power, his body was too fragile.

"God, what am I going to do?" Ling Jinxi muttered.

Unfortunately, the gods did not respond.

The surroundings were getting hotter and hotter, and Ling Jinxi felt that his body was being scorched little by little.

"Demon Knife Liangwei ......" tentatively called out the name, Ling Jinxi was not at all sure, Liangwei was Ji Wei's Liangdi Knife, it was impossible to respond to him, but now, there was only Liangwei, that was the last way that Ling Jinxi could think of.

"You want to save her, don't you? As long as you're fully recovered, you'll be able to save her, won't you?" The almost pleading murmur finally moved the rebellious demon knife, and once again, Liang Wei flew towards Ling Jinxi, when the blade hit his craggy spine.

Acacia Jin, who had not reacted all the time, finally moved, and the red silk thread was like an extended vein, instantly rushing out and wrapping the long knife tightly.

The originally unruly demon knife did not resist the red silk at all.

Finally, the cold air of the demon knife became stronger and stronger, and it could barely fight against the surrounding fire.

But the aura of the dry wind mountain is accumulated over tens of thousands of years, endlessly, and this bit of cold is not enough to extinguish the fire.

Then devour it, devour everything, as long as you can live!

Even the burning spiritual power will be swallowed without hesitation.

Ling Jinxi was carrying a sharp blade, and his eyes were fixed on Ji Weiliang, who was quietly unconscious with the support of his arms.

Ji Weiliang, if it were you, what would you do?

Will you be as uneasy and helpless as I am?

So much heaven and earth aura, such a powerful spiritual power flame, and the slight chill of the demon knife were like insects struggling in it.

But so what?

It's because I'm weak that I have to struggle with all my might!

Ling Jinxi's sweat dripped down the corners of Ji Weiliang's eyes, like teardrops.

"Mother told me that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, but I have taken risks for you again and again."

With Ling Jinxi's words, Acacia Jin was ready to move, and began to grow along Ling Jinxi's back, and soon completely enveloped Ling Jinxi and the demon knife.

He and Ji Weiliang were like being wrapped in a huge blood cocoon.

"The teacher also told me that the determination to give up everything is my strongest talent, but if I give up you, I will also die, am I getting weaker and weaker?"

The clouds of hatred are surging, but the color is getting lighter and lighter, and the trance is in harmony with the canopy of the dry wind mountain.

"My sister said, boys must protect themselves, there are many bad people in this world, Ji Weiliang, you are not a bad person, but you are the worst person to me."

The demon knife frantically squeezed into Ling Jinxi's spine, and it greedily fused with Ling Jinxi's bones soaked in divine power.

"But you're still you, and I'm still me."

Even if I can hurt for you and cry for you, it can't restrain your freedom.

Ling Jinxi carefully lay down beside Ji Weiliang, holding her wrist, and he closed his eyes.

The blood cocoon agitated, and it actually began to grow in the spiritual fire, and with the influx of spiritual power, it soon grew into a huge blood web, which stretched out little by little under the dim sky.

It's like that wood grass, or rather, it's imitating that wood grass.

Blood-colored giant wood grass, crimson veined leaves and roots meandered, towards the sky and the earth, entangled, hungry and devouring.

In the blood cocoon, the rich aura had already turned into a liquid state, completely submerging the two of them.

Ling Jinxi didn't know how long he could last, he said that Ji Weiliang was in danger, and this time he was taking a risk, or he was refining all the spirits

fire, either he and Ji Weiliang were burned to death.

Ji Weiliang's heartbeat is getting slower and slower, she is Ling Jinxi's divine promise, she is the only owner of the demon sword Liangwei, if she dies, then all that Ling Jinxi has done will fall apart.

"Ji Weiliang, you can't die, even if it's for me, for your knife, for anything, you have to survive!"

Ji Weiliang, who had synesthesia with Mu He, seemed to be out of her body, and she felt the familiar flame, which was very similar to the one on Yan Longbian's body.

Before, her body was overflowing with this poisonous fire, and she spent a lot of effort researching how to refine it, although the amount was larger at this time, but she didn't seem to be worried.

She seems to have gotten stronger.

Absorbing the spiritual fire as much as possible, Ji Weiliang patiently built a system for refining these spiritual fires, which was a method that she had studied for a long time to find, and now she would do it again.

She seemed to be drawing according to the picture, and on one side was the real Mu He, the ancient xenomorph that could grow in the chaos.

On the other side was her clumsy imitation, but that wasn't enough, she needed to be faster, faster, faster than the spirit fire burned, in order to extinguish the fire.

But how can it be faster than the spiritual fire?

The blood-colored Mu He suddenly gave birth to a vine, and the vine spread rapidly, feeding on the spiritual fire, and then turning the devoured spiritual fire into spiritual power and sending it back to the main trunk.

In the blood cocoon, Ling Jinxi felt Ji Weiliang's heartbeat slowly stop, she was going to die, and she didn't do anything, was she going to die?

The divine power began to return to Ling Jinxi's body, but he only felt sad, and tightly grabbed Ji Weiliang's thin wrist, he hated losing the most, but he still lost.

"It's really unwilling, you tried your best, but you still haven't done it, God, you have broken your promise to me......

The gray divine power spread, and it was death that was approaching.

"Hold on, fool."

Ji Weiliang's voice still has her unique tone, a little soft, a little vicissitudes, a little tired, but so firm, "I will never admit defeat."

Ling Jinxi was a little sad, but the gods were already going to bring him back to Wanren Mountain, and when the divine power completely filled his body, he would become a doll of the gods.

"Then kill the god."

The chill and killing intent spread, and the demon knife trembled, not daring to encroach on Ling Jinxi's strength again.

Now the demon knife has recovered more than half, but it also has a host-like relationship with Ling Jinxi, and it needs to be parasitic on Ling Jinxi's divine power.

"Don't you want to be the leader? Now teach you the first lesson, if you have to face it, if you have to take action, then don't hesitate, don't be soft-hearted, Tiger Bo Rabbit especially uses all his strength, if you have to oppose it, then defeating God is the greatest respect for Him."

Ji Weiliang doesn't cultivate divine power, she doesn't understand this power system, she doesn't even believe in God, even if God exists, if God is an oppressor, then why should she be obedient?!