Consciousness fell like a fragile bubble, half adrift, half stagnant, half falling and half rising, in a way that no human being could comprehend in any way, falling into an endless sea, falling into an imaginary emptiness......

"Elder Wen Xiang is really impulsive, he actually injured the holy demon like this."

Blurred, in the darkness, three illusory figures were reflected.

A standing figure complained to the people around him.

"Alas, what the elders are doing is not something we can judge in vain. Do your own thing. Another standing figure spoke.

The two of them were busy around the figure that was lying in a ball on the ground.

"Moreover, didn't the newly promoted Thirteen Elder say that it is an immortal body?"

Who? What are you talking about? What's wrong?

The illusory bubble cracked softly, scattering into more tiny foam.

The consciousness that seemed to be gathering before also dissipated again......

"Today, the color of the Holy Blood seems to have faded again. Really, even if the demon is unconscious, you have to take good care of it and replenish its energy. ”

After a long time, a voice complained, "I have to take a jar of holy blood every day, and even the holy demon can't replenish it." ”

"What can we say about the above meaning, let's find some medicinal herbs to grind into powder and soak it today." Another sigh rang out.

"If only the demon was awake, then I could give it something good, unlike now, where I can only pour something for it."

"I remember the first time it was locked in, and it was in a coma for a month, this time it was even more serious than the previous injury, and it is estimated that it will not wake up in two months."

"Alas, it's not easy to be immortal."

It's so noisy, why, there is always someone talking in the ear?

The freshly formed bubble trembled, and when the wind blew, it shattered to the ground......

"What's going on! Why do the wounds on the holy demon keep bursting open, what have you done! Isn't it up to you to take good care of it and let it wake up sooner! ”

Who's yelling, okay, noisy.

Head, so dizzy. I feel so tired.

"The Sixth Elder spares his life, because the Fifth Elder has been saying that the color of the Holy Blood is too light recently, and we were in a hurry for a while, so we fed it an ordinary spirit grass."

"Wen Cheng, that fire hair, how can he make chaos all day long! And you, there are no meridians in the body of the holy demon, do you really not want it to live when you get the aura into its body! ”

"Saint, doesn't the holy demon actually have a meridian?"

Okay, noisy. Bother!

The transparent bubble kept vibrating, trembling faster and faster, trembling faster and faster, and finally shook violently, and separated another bubble of the same size from himself.

The two bubbles vibrated together, shook together, snapped, and shattered......

On a windless, waveless, colorless sea, a bubble reflecting multicolored light carefully fell and attached to the sea.

It shrank and shrunk, slowly absorbing the seawater, accumulating strength, and gently and quietly, separated a bubble the same size as itself from its body.

The breeze blows, and the two bubbles rise and fall with the sea surface, not cracking or breaking.

Gradually, a blurry and distorted image appeared on the surface of one of the bubbles.

A strong man with a scruffy beard, a shirt tied around his waist, his chest and breasts, and bulging muscles, scolded and scolded, and grabbed a man who was casually dressed in coarse cloth, with a long and messy beard and messy beard and hair, skinny as wood, and a pale complexion, but his skin was smooth and delicate.

"Fifth Elder, you can't do that, the injuries of the holy demon like you will get worse and worse." A thin man in gray clothes pleaded, hugging the strong man's thighs.

"Get out of here!" The strong man scolded angrily, kicked the thin man in the chest, and kicked him five meters away.

"A bunch of waste, let you take the holy blood, didn't let you teach Lao Tzu to do things, grind and chirp, just like a girl!"

The strong man scolded angrily, and pinched the right arm of the man in coarse cloth with both hands.

In the next moment, a scalp-tingling creak sounded.

The strong man twisted the right arm of the cloth-clothed man into a twisted shape like a towel, and wisps of blood, with sparse flesh foam, slowly flowed out from between the "cracks in the twisted flowers" and suspended in front of the strong man.

"Holy Blood, isn't that what you have?"

The strong man casually threw the cloth-clothed man to the ground, laughed, and left contentedly with a jar of holy blood.

Only a half-dead demon and a sad-faced man were left behind.

"Alas, there are still five days to change shifts, what can I do when Elder Wen Yu comes tomorrow?"

The calm and mirror-like sea gradually became waves, and the waves became bigger and bigger, condensing into waves, and converging into huge waves.

Gradually, the whole sea began to rush and roar, and the waves rumbled, like thousands of horses galloping.

Bang!

Above the sea, two inconspicuous bubbles were finally covered by a touch of angry waves and shattered. At this moment, the entire sea suddenly exploded, and the waves flew, covering the nine days.

And under the huge sound like a sky collapse, in the deepest part of the seabed, there was a faint voice of resentful and cold roar:

"Wen Cheng—"

……

"Ah, really, every time it's my turn, the demon is always covered in scars, it's so pitiful."

A slender man in a luxurious robe, with a feminine face and a slender figure, chuckled and lifted the chin of the demon with a folding fan in his hand.

Liang Jiu stared, "Sleeping is like dead." ”

With gentle movements, the man slowly lowered the demon and let it lie flat on the ground.

He lifted the eyelids of the demon again and looked at them, and the eyes, which had become blood-red from blood congestion, were still dull and could not reflect any scene.

"Alas, I thought I got a toy that couldn't be broken, and it was very boring if I couldn't move."

The man sighed softly.

"Elder Wenman, my subordinates have taken what you wanted." Suddenly, a person outside the iron fence shouted with a cloth bag that was still oozing blood.

Hearing this, the man who had been frowning and carefully examining the holy demon showed a bright smile and ran over happily, passing through the gap in the fence through the cloth bag.

When he opened the cloth bag and took a look, Wen Man's smile became brighter and brighter.

However, this smile only lasted for a moment, and when he looked up again, it turned into a cold face again: "If you don't leave, what are you staying here for?" ”

Hearing this, the people outside the door couldn't help but tremble and hurriedly retreated.

Then, I looked at the ninth elder of the Wen family, with a smile I had never seen on the faces of others, grabbed the minced meat from the cloth bag one by one, stuffed it into the mouth of the holy demon, and luckily helped it smooth the flesh and blood in its mouth.

I walked over step by step, looking at the cloth bag beside Wen Man, I looked at the blood red in the cloth bag, and there was a faint blue light in the blood red.

The light is a little brighter than the last time.

So, what exactly is this "flesh and blood of a person who has a fresh Qi Cultivation Realm"?

Every time I take the red stuff, it just looks like it, but is it actually different?

When he had finished feeding the flesh, he picked up the demon and sat down against him.

He chuckled and chatted beside the demon.

It's just that every time I get to this point, I feel like the whole world is in chaos, and all kinds of noisy sounds are rubbed together, buzzing for a while, and it's annoying.

Then, the various colors in front of you will gradually mix and distort together, forming a bizarre and chaotic landscape.

Ah, dizzy.

Is it time to lose the world again?

A darkness fell from the sky and enveloped me. In the last rays of light, I saw blood streaks burst out of the demon's body from the inside out, and I saw that its eyes, nose, ears, and mouth were constantly gushing blood......

"Is there any point in doing such a thing?" I looked at the girl who was squatting in front of the demon, mopping the floor in a white dress, and I was a little puzzled.

She had just given the Holy Demon another round thing, which, according to her previous statement, was a pill used to heal wounds.

That elixir can speed up the recovery of a person's injuries, but didn't you say that the holy demon is not a human?

Why do you have to give it this kind of food every time?

Watching its body bleed again and again, do you really like this?

"The aura contained in the elixir will still damage its body, but the energy contained in the elixir will also be beneficial for its recovery from injuries."

"For the first time, the elixir harmed it much faster than it could be treated. And now, the speed at which the elixir heals it is barely equal to the speed at which it can damage it. ”

"The Old Ancestor also mentioned that the effect of the Holy Blood has gradually increased recently."

"It's strange that mortals can't accept Reiki into their bodies, and it has no meridians, and theoretically its acceptance of Reiki is even worse than that of mortals. But now, it seems to be gradually adapting to the condition of having an aura in its body. ”

Wen Shi muttered to himself, pointing at the holy demon's arm, and cut a bloody mark on it.

She pinched her fingers and pulled a wisp of flesh out of the wound.

She looked at the flesh and gently twisted it with her fingers, "The aura contained in the flesh has also increased, but the flesh has not collapsed." ”

"Can it still just step into the Qi Cultivation Realm?"

Wen Shi is the same as Wen Mantra, when she was in charge of the Holy Demon, she didn't like to have other people present, and I watched her tinker with the Holy Demon for a long time.

Finally, when she was leaving, she took out her delicate wooden comb and helped the demon comb her hair, tie it up, and tie it up.

She frowned and looked at it for a moment, then took out a small blade and shaved off the demon's excess beard.

After that, she would help the demon arrange his robe until the demon looked completely different from when she came in. She nodded and left the demon.

I watched as she walked past me without squinting, towards the fence.

"Literary poetry."

As if she hadn't heard, she walked out.

"What is the holy demon in your eyes?"

I chased it out.

The scene in front of me gradually became filled with darkness, and the sound that could be heard in my ears became smaller and smaller.

She passed through another door, and I followed through it, and I wanted to follow.

Only on the day she came, I could stay connected to the world for the longest time.

I......

More and more darkness came over me, from behind, from front, from within my body.

They devoured colours, devoured sounds, devoured heaven and earth, like whirlpools, dragging me into the darkest abyss.

Is it going to be like not being able to feel the world again?

I struggled, trying to escape from the whirlpool, but my body was getting heavier and heavier, and I couldn't move an inch, and I wanted to break free and be comfortable, but my body seemed to be as light as a feather, and I had no strength.

Just as I was about to be completely engulfed in darkness, suddenly, I saw a tiny white light.

I tried to touch it, and I felt empowered again.

I tried my best to escape the whirlpool, but it still wrapped me around.

The light is not enough.

I came to such a conclusion.

…………

It is said that in this world, there was once a brilliant being, who stole the miracle itself from the heavens, a strange book, by supreme means.

It is said that the first page of that strange book records such words: The shape of the anchor does not fall, the nine heavens of the fugue, the convergence of the spirit and the mysterious, the underworld should be opened.