The night was quiet again, and the sound of the nightingale in the mountains was like a beautiful hypnotic music, which made this group of tired and sad people quickly fall asleep.

The sky gradually opened, and a thin mist lingered in the camp, like a soft white silk, caressing the sleeping faces of the people. The cool, moist air has a fresh smell that makes people feel so comfortable that it makes you feel like you'll never want to wake up again.

But in the morning a mournful cry pierced the sky and burrowed into the eardrums of the sleeping people. They were all awakened by the screams, and then they all hurriedly sorted out their somewhat messy clothes and hair, and left the tent.

As soon as Jielan came out of the tent, she saw a large group of soldiers gathered on the west side of the camp, and there she heard a person's crying voice, the voice was so familiar, Jielan couldn't help but be a little worried, she walked quickly towards the crowd, and happened to meet the adjacent Qixue and Ninglu who were resting next to each other and also came out of the tent.

"What's wrong?" Qi Xue couldn't help asking.

"I don't know, maybe it's the soldiers who are making trouble!" Jielan hoped for this, but she knew that things must not be simple, and she was nervous and quickened her pace.

When they walked into the crowd, those soldiers knew that Jielan and the others were the young master and the young king, so they automatically got out of the way, Jielan walked in, looked at the person who was crying bitterly, and suddenly his brain buzzed a little shocked.

But I saw that Wuluan was covered with injuries all over his body at the moment, and those wounds were all caused by the short dagger, although the wounds were not fatal, but it must have been painful to be injured by so many knives. Jielan hurriedly walked to Wuluan's side, and the feet under her feet were all bloody blood.

"What's going on? Who hurt you? Jielan squatted down, looking at Wuluan, who was frightened and bloodless, and was a little overwhelmed. At this time, Jielan found that Wuluan was holding a dagger in his hand, and his palms were stained with blood, Jielan frowned, feeling the seriousness of the matter, "You are..."

"I... I didn't mean to, he hit me first, I couldn't stand it before I hurt him, really... It really doesn't matter to me, I didn't mean to. Wuluan seemed to be overly frightened, and his whole body curled up in a ball, and he couldn't help but retreat, as if he was afraid that he would be immediately detained and punished.

"He... Who is it? Jielan had a premonition that something terrible had happened.

Before Wuluan could answer, he heard the voice of the gangster coming from the tent where Wuluan was resting, "Luoma, Luoma, hey, wake up!" ”

When Jielan heard this voice, it was as if someone had punched her in the head, and the sound of 'buzz' was completely blank, she looked blankly at the tent, and it took a long time to react, and she staggered into the tent.

At first glance, the red blood in the canopy rushed to Jielan's eyes, her breathing became heavy, and when she saw Luomo lying in a pool of blood, Jielan's whole body was weak, as if even the strength to breathe had been drained, and even the temperature between her hands dropped suddenly, and she walked over slowly.

Qing Zhan and the criminals were both standing there, and when they saw Jielan, Qing Zhan was worried that Jielan would be frightened when she saw Luomo who was injured like this, so he hurriedly walked over and stopped in front of her, saying, "Leave it to us men here, don't pay attention to you as a woman." ”

Jielan didn't care about Qing Zhan's obstruction, she pushed him away, and took a weak step forward, and suddenly Luomo's figure like a dead ash came into her eyes, she saw Luomo was stabbed twice in the abdomen, and the knife edge that pierced through the abdomen tore a hole, and even his internal organs could be seen clearly.

And Luomo was dead on the ground, motionless, and only in his throat could he see that there was still a trace of breath.

"Why, how so?" Jielan's paralyzed body couldn't support it, and knelt down, "He, how is he?" Is there any salvation? ”

Split Bo and Tan Qi are exerting their spiritual power to compound the wound, but the wound is too big, and the other party's body is a mortal body, and he has not practiced immortal arts or spiritual arts, so it is extremely tricky to save him with spiritual power.

"We're doing our best, but—" Rift couldn't guarantee it.

"What should I do? What should I do? Jielan was already a little confused, because she felt that it was all her fault, and if she hadn't asked Luomo to let Wuluan live with him, this wouldn't have happened.

Qing Zhan put his hand on Jielan's shoulder and said, "You calm down, if his life is like this, you can't stop it." ”

It was as if the bloody heart had been poured with a basin of ice water, which made Jielan hurt even more, she turned her head and looked at Qing Zhan with hatred, as if all the people in the world were his enemies at this time, including herself, "Luomo will be fine, never!" ”

A cold and calm voice came from behind him, "Use your blood to summon the Talisman Realm, this will prevent his soul from leaving his body, and also prevent the messenger of the underworld from locking his soul away, maybe there will be time to save him." ”

Jielan turned her head and looked in the direction of the voice, and when she saw that the person who spoke was Chengfeng, she suddenly had some hope, and she hurriedly asked, "What is the Talisman Realm?" ”

"Have you forgotten you're a Blue Devil? The blood of the blue devil is the blood of summoning, you can summon all the souls in the world back to the world and resurrect people, in this case, it should not be difficult for you to protect the soul of a person who has not died, don't you understand? ”

Jielan seemed to understand Chengfeng's reminder, and she hurriedly slashed her palm with the tip of her left finger, and blue blood began to flow out. Jielan closed her eyes, condensed her mind, chanted a spell between her mouths, and then the blue light flashed in her hand, Jielan put the blue light on Luomo's chest, and the blue light disappeared into Luomo's body.

Chengfeng walked to Luomo's side, squatted down, and wanted to use spiritual power to heal Luomo's injuries, but as soon as he used his spiritual power, the sealing spirit bead on his wrist flashed blue light and began to stop it, Chengfeng only felt a pain piercing into the bone marrow between his arms, and the spiritual power was also suppressed and could not be summoned.

Jielan looked at Chengfeng like this and suddenly felt so sorry, and just didn't know what to do, but when she saw Qing Zhan coming over, he said to Cracker: "Bring a glass of water!" ”

Splitbo nodded, and ordered the soldiers outside the tent to fetch water. Soon the soldier came in with a bowl of water and presented it to Shaojun with both hands.

Qing Zhan took the bowl of water, dipped his fingertips in some ice water, and then recited the incantation, and with a flick of his index finger, he flicked the drop of water towards Luoma's wound, and as soon as the water touched Luoma's wound, it instantly turned into ice and froze the wound, and the skin around his wound seemed to be frozen, and the blood stopped instantly.

"Did this work?" Jielan looked at Qing Zhan expectantly. Qing Zhan met her anxious gaze and sneered: "I just used the Ice Condensation Technique to freeze his wound temporarily to prevent him from bleeding too much and die, but if he doesn't automatically stop bleeding within an hour, I'm afraid that Benjun's Ice Condensation Technique will make his muscles necrotic, and he won't be able to save him anymore." ”