Chapter 8: Extra Wounds
"Because ......"
The black mist curled up, gradually losing its voice.
Lu Zhizhou realized something, pulled Ye Zhao's wrist, and took the person into his arms.
The fluctuations of the aura reached a high peak in an instant.
Ye Zhao withdrew the flames on the black mist's body, and the black mist smiled sharply: "You still want to ask from me?" Go to hell! β
It laughed sharply, with a loud "bang", and after the explosion, the aura converled, and Ye Zhao felt pain in his brain.
The rough voice of the black mist sounded in her earsβ
"You said, you have done so much for the people of Yuanwu Kingdom, and you are still disgusted and scolded by them?"
"Look, isn't the reason why you are so easily invaded by me into the sea of knowledge because of the injury you were injured a hundred years ago?"
"Do you think everything you've done is worth it?"
The rough voice kept ringing in her ears, one higher than the other, and Ye Zhao had a splitting headache and grabbed the wrist of the young man below him.
If it weren't for the damage to her soul a hundred years ago, with the divine fragments she had collected over the years, these evil things would not have been able to get close to her body at all!
The thin black mist wrapped around her, and the black mist continued to let out a rough laugh: "Kill him, kill your disciple!" β
Ye Zhao picked up the dagger next to her, her vision blurred for a while, she looked at the young man in front of her, and her wrist turned a little.
Kill him, and she won't have to worry about foreseeing everything that appears in her dreams.
Yes, just kill him......
Ye Zhao's eyes were in a trance, but before she could make a move, the young man suddenly snatched the dagger from her hand and slashed his wrist.
Blood was spilling from his wrist, and he held it to her lips, the cold liquid pouring into her lips before Ye Zhao came back to his senses.
How can anyone's blood be so cold?
Ye Zhao came back from his trance, but with empty eyes, he snatched the dagger from his hand again, his eyes fierce.
"I'm sorry, I can't tolerate you staying." She looked at him coldly, "So, you...... Go to hell! β
She suddenly raised her voice, a cold light flashed, Lu Zhizhou closed his eyes, and the black fog that was entwined with Yezhao relaxed a little, showing a little pleasure.
What is the strongest Fa cultivation, it is nothing more than that!
The black mist was about to laugh out loud, but found that the cold light turned, and a faint blue flame ignited on the dagger, penetrating its body.
The black mist was stunned, and the laughter that was about to be made was also frozen.
Xuanwu, who had been left on the eaves, suddenly jumped down and bit the corner of it, making it impossible for it to break free and escape.
Xuanwu made a "woo" sound from his mouth, prompting Ye Zhao to hurry up.
Ye Zhao used a dagger to split the black mist in two, and the black mist was hideous, roaring angrily, but it was still forced to dissipate.
"Master, are you alright?" Lu Zhizhou frowned, stepped forward and asked, "Your face is a little white now, did you spend too much spiritual power when you were possessed?"
"I'm fine."
Ye Zhao slowed down, and said, "You just cut your wrists, let me see your wounds." β
She grabbed Lu Zhizhou's wrist and raised it to take a look, only to find that it was ...... There was no wound on it.
"Your wounded ......" Ye Zhao was slightly stunned, "Why did it disappear?"
Could it be that she is dreaming?
The smell of blood in your mouth can't be faked, right?
Ye Zhao was surprised, and Lu Zhizhou shook her hand backwards: "Master, why is your wrist bleeding?!" β
Hearing this, she looked down - and sure enough, there was an extra wound on her wrist.
But she didn't hurt it......
Could it be......
Ye Zhao pursed his lips and stared at Lu Zhizhou's eyes, which gradually faded into golden light and turned back to silver, and fell into deep thought.
No one in the Xuanwu Continent can break the rules and soar - at least she has lived for a thousand years, even if she is called the first wizard of the ages, she has never done it, let alone seen others do it.
At present, the highest cultivator cultivation in the Xuanwu Continent has not been able to break through the Tribulation Period, and she only stayed in the Mahayana Stage before she was seriously injured - and now she has even fallen to the Transformation Stage.
She searched through all the classics, only to find that there was a thing, called the Divine Fragment, and if she put it together, she would obtain the method of ascension.
She scraped together three pieces, the last one never to be seen.
And Lu Zhizhou ......
What he just showed was clearly the purification technique possessed by the Divine Fragment.
"Lu Zhizhou, do you have a fragment of divinity on your body?" Although Ye Zhao was questioning, his tone was firm.