As long as the flame of life is not extinguished.

There's still a chance.

And Mo Yu injected the vitality of the cultivation of "Spring Breeze and Rain".

It is to replenish her vitality.

When the vitality is strengthened, the soul can be strengthened.

And then the spiritual sea was gradually repaired.

Slowly regained his senses.

But it's a long process.

Like caring for a newborn seedling, it needs to be nurtured and repaired over the years.

It can't be done overnight.

With the infusion of vitality more and more.

Mo Yu's gaze fell on those fluttering spiritual lights.

I saw it under the nourishment of abundant vitality.

Those sporadic soul fires "rekindled" slowly converged, merged, and gradually stretched like dry flowers.

The gentle and mellow pure vitality not only nourished her soul, but also fed her body.

watering her scarred body.

Like a parched land, it receives rain.

Even the look of pain on her face was unconsciously lessened.

"Spring Breeze and Rain" and the art of rebirth.

Originally, it was a Dao technique that could bring cultivators back to life.

It is used for ordinary people in the stage of air induction.

The results are immediate.

When the last trace of vitality in the dantian is fully injected.

Gradually, a trace of mystical artistic conception rose from the depths of the gradually blooming soul flower like a ripple that gradually bloomed, and slowly rippled.

Feel the strange fluctuations.

Mo Yu's soul gradually became in tune with the rhythm.

Gradually, she felt a soft air current.

Flowing through her body.

Formless, insubstantial, formless, and uncertain.

At this moment, she seemed to feel the wind!

The vast wind with a whistling sound seems to come from the eternal distance!

The rustling east wind is endless.

The power of the wind element is strong in the space.

As if summoned to gather, it lingered around the girl, slowly swirling around her.

The pervasive elemental wind was injected into her body through Mo Yu's divine sense.

A bit of cyan aura slowly rose from the spiritual sea.

Mo Yu opened his eyes in surprise.

Looking at Wen Na in her sleep.

A hint of discoloration flashed in his eyes.

"She's awakened to a wind-based ability?"

……

High in the sky on the outskirts of Mocheng.

Helicopters buzzed and circled.

Underneath them.

A blood-colored figure is like a red wave in the darkness.

Looming in the night.

And among these waves, there are obviously two hollow areas, moving like fluttering bubbles towards the outside of the blood-colored waves.

One of the three-meter-tall giants holds a scimitar.

The whole body was shrouded in blazing flames.

The majestic flames around him carried a devastating destructive power.

He can burn everything that comes near him.

The thick arm kept swinging the knife.

The lightning-fast light of the sword rose every time.

All took away a few blood shadows.

Like a god of fire coming out of a volcano.

Another woman with curly blond hair, her pupils glowing with an icy sheen like the silver mask on her face.

More than ten meters around her, there was nothing.

And more than ten meters away, the shadows shuttled, like a meat grinder, blood and flesh splashed, and stumps and broken arms flew sideways.

Her mouth opened and closed, and her long tongue was like an invisible lifeline harvesting blood-colored monsters in the dark night.

The two of them were like two emotionless killing machines slashing wildly.

For a time, the stump was shattered, and the blood soared to the sky.

The deafening sound of explosions was incessant.

Explosions burst out around them like fireworks.

It turned into a column of black and red smoke that rushed straight into the sky.