"Ah Yao."

Zhuohua subconsciously wanted to ask him what he thought.

But I waited for half a time, but I didn't wait for his response.

She lowered her head and touched her empty fingers, her heart falling into the abyss.

At some point, the ring that had been with her disappeared.

At this moment, not only did she have no spiritual power, but her body was empty. 噺8.(1)祌文全文快速んττρs:/м.χ八(一)zщ.còм/

In the boundless "world", she is like a wandering person, lonely and helpless.

Zhuohua lowered his eyes, and his fingers kept stirring the corners of his clothes, wrinkling the hem of his clothes, which was already very embarrassing.

She didn't know exactly how many wounds she had, but the blood kept pouring out like no silver.

Feeling that he had regained some strength, Zhuohua continued to struggle to get up.

The instinct to survive made her limbs struggle to move even when her mind was a little drowsy.

"Ho!"

As she breathed, a white mist drifted from her nose and mouth into the air, and then slowly dissipated.

Having lost the protection of her spiritual power, her face was red from the cold. It made her bloodless face look a little more vibrant. ァ新ヤ~(8)~1~Chinese網ωωω.. còм <, domain name, remember

Zhuohua's face was a little stiff, and even making an expression was extremely difficult for her now.

Her fingers gradually became a little stiff, and the whole person was like a robot, and her movements were sluggish.

In this cold environment, her thin robe was of no use at all, and Sakura couldn't even block the wind.

It feels like running naked in the winter in the north.

"Acher!"

Zhuohua sneezed violently, but he didn't inadvertently involve the wound on his body, and for a while, the speed of blood flow was faster.

She smiled wryly and rubbed the tip of her frozen, flushed nose and took a deep breath.

It's not easy to stand up.

Zhuohua wasted a lot of strength to get himself to kneel there.

However, her body was already stiff, and only the blood that kept flowing out made her feel a little warm.

The blood was not frozen. She thought bitterly.

In a few moments, will she freeze to death? Or will you lose too much blood and die?

Zhuohua raised his head, looked at the spotless emptiness, and suddenly wanted to cry.

Astringency welled up in her heart, and her eyes were a little sour.

She blinked, silently suppressing the wetness that welled up in her eyes.

What to do? She really can't hold it anymore.

Grievances, exhaustion, disappointment, fear......

A lot of emotions hit her in an instant. smashed all the faces she had been forcibly maintaining, and swallowed up her reason little by little.

Looking at the increasingly dense black qi above the Zhuohua room, Ancestor Wuji's face was no longer calm and waveless, but was replaced by a panic.

His hands clenched tightly into fists, pacing back and forth restlessly.

He had always been vigilant, but he didn't even notice Jinyi who was standing behind him at some point.

As soon as Jin Yi came back from going down the mountain to do something, he noticed the strange movement of Zu Feng.

Thinking of her uncle, who was still in retreat, she ran back in a panic.

Originally, it was a happy thing for Uncle Shi to go further in his cultivation, but it was not so simple to get married, it was like passing a life and death barrier.

However, Jinyi is still full of confidence in Zhuohua.

In her heart, Zhuohua is like an omnipotent person, and she subconsciously involuntarily believes in her.

However, looking at the increasingly thick black gas, she also deeply felt that something was wrong.