Phantom Wu rested his long head on his shoulder, straightened up again, and reached for the broken cloud in his hand.

She had to cut off the branch, or at least not let it become a threat to life.

It's almost there...... Phantom Wu held Chang Jue with one hand, preventing his body from falling, and the other hand stretched forward desperately, his fingers moved forward in the dirt, and his fingers were cut by sharp stones without much pain, and every inch of distance was infinitely enlarged in her eyes.

As soon as Phantom's fingers touched the hilt of the knife, a burning pain came from his hand, making a "stabbing" sound like a soldering iron - this was Broken Cloud's resistance to the touch of the non-owner.

It turns out that when I touch something extremely hot, the first time it is like touching a piece of ice, I can't tell the difference between hot and cold, only a pain goes deep into the bone marrow, and then there is numbness, as if even the nerves have been fused.

Phantom Wu didn't let go, she wrapped the handle of the knife completely into her palm, and she could even smell a smell of burning.

A red embroidered shoe suddenly appeared in Phantom's sight, and the shoe moved forward, gently stepping on her ankle.

Phantom Wu looked up with difficulty, and saw the smiling face of the weeping bell, a drop of sweat falling from the eyebrow bone to her eyes, her eyes tingling, but she couldn't reach out to wipe it.

"Want to save him?" Hanging Ling's tone was still so gentle, but Phantom felt that his neck was strangled by a cold ribbon.

"Unfortunately, I can't let you save him. Weeping Ling didn't wait for Phantom to answer her, she glanced at the locust branch that passed through her long body, and when she turned her head again, she smiled a little cruelly.

Phantom Wu only felt the force on her wrist increase, and her arms trembled uncontrollably.

"It's very bearable, you're better than I thought, but what can you do? No one can save you now. ”

The locust branches behind the weeping bell were always densely intertwined, and apart from a path opened for her to pass, the locust branches had almost formed a green wall.

Phantom never let go. The red embroidered shoes stepped on the wrist bone fiercely, and the tip of the shoe turned around, and Phantom Wu seemed to hear the sound of "squeak", but she couldn't tell whether it was the sound of her teeth being gritted or the sound of bones crushing.

"Why bother?" Downling's eyes narrowed, and her words were no longer soft, calm with coldness.

"Who can see you insisting like this?"

"You saved him like this, but do you think he will be grateful to you?"

Weeping Ling's questions were one after another, and she didn't really want to get Phantom Answers, she was more like asking herself.

Phantom Wu didn't say a word, she was afraid that once she opened her mouth, the strength she had been holding would be completely dispersed, and she was even more afraid that her mouth would let out an uncontrollable begging for mercy.

Originally, she was "aware of current affairs", she seemed to be a different person, and she didn't know why she didn't let go, and it has always been her stupid march to stick to it until both sides lose.

But she just doesn't want to let go, she doesn't want to admit defeat, who said that no one can save her, she can save herself, and she has to save Chang Jue.

Phantom's eyes were blurred, but her consciousness was clearer, she only felt that her fists were gradually tightening, and a force was forming upward.

There was a chill on her feet, and she looked down to see that there was already a layer of shiny ice slag on her shoes, and her heart tightened, and she hurriedly retreated.

"I'm stupid too, why bother competing with you here," Weeling Ling sneered, and a thin golden knife appeared in her hand, "Just cut it off." ”

As soon as the voice fell, a golden light cleaved from the top of Phantom's head—she instantly felt the power pressing on her body suddenly lighten, and the falling golden light stopped.

Between the lightning and flint, Chang Jue reached out and held the golden knife of the weeping bell.

Tick-tock, blood beads fell from Changjue's palm, just dripping onto Phantom's wrist, and consciousness instantly returned to her body, Phantom Wu only felt that it was more scorching than fire.

Weeping Ling pursed her lips, but no matter how hard she used, the knife just couldn't fall for half a minute.

Chang Jue's lips were slightly raised, and with a wave of his arm, the weeping bell and the knife were thrown out directly, just hitting the tree wall built by the locust branches.

The tree wall hurriedly helped her relieve some of her strength, but it still made Weeping Ling spit out a mouthful of blood. 、

The locust tree suddenly scurried up and down, as if angry at the injury of the weeping bell.

Chang Jue turned a deaf ear, not even glancing at the branch on his chest.

He remained on his knees, placing his hands gently on Phantom's hands. Instead of touching Phantom's wrist, he gently patted the back of her hand with his left hand, as if to soothe a nervous child.

He had the patience to feel the phantom's hand relax before reaching out his right hand and slowly pulling out the broken clouds from her palm.

The palms of the phantom hands were empty, and the tense strength of the whole body was removed.

Chang Jue smiled gently, his eyes slid through distress, but he tried his best to restrain himself: "Don't be afraid, Ah Wu, it's okay." He hugged her gently, patted her on the back, and then carefully wiped the sweat from her forehead, pinning her scattered sideburns behind her ears.

Phantom's nervousness was soothed by his gentle movements. She could see the locust branches whizzing behind her, like a frantic dragon, but as soon as her eyes fell on those eyes, all the panic that had risen up immediately dissipated.

Chang Jue suddenly showed a slightly twisted expression, he frowned and thought for a moment, then lowered his head and blew on the phantom wrist.

"I, I don't dare touch you, I know it hurts, but I just want to do something for you...... Blow, and it won't hurt. ”

Rao is illusory, and he was also stunned by this coaxing child's "blowing" - oh my God, do you want to be so cute?

Phantom Wu felt as if her brain had been hit by a heavy object, and she was in a trance, she swallowed her saliva and nodded sluggishly: "Very useful." ”

The top of his head was gently patted, and he stood up, facing sideways behind him, he didn't fully turn, and the locust branch was still in his chest in a slightly bent posture.

Weeping Ling covered his heart, stood on the side of the tree wall with a pale face, and looked at Chang Jue vigilantly.

Chang Jue looked at the almost imperceptible fear in her eyes, and leaned a little sideways: "You will be afraid too." ”

His jaw tucked slightly, his eyes staring straight ahead from the bottom up, and the movement of his mouth indicated that he was laughing, but the whole person exuded a terrifying anger.

Hitomi Ren didn't have focus, he was looking at the patches of locust trees: "It's easy to poke in, do you think it's so easy to get out?"

Phantom looked up at the branch, and then at the green wall along the long branch—no wonder she had been feeling as if the tree was struggling, it turned out that it was really trapped and couldn't get out?

Chang Jue stretched out his right hand, held it on the small branch sticking out of his chest, and grinned.

The pupils of the weeping bell constricted, and I saw the red fire burst out from the hand that was holding the branch, and the branch was like a lit fuse, the flame burst out, and the green locust branch instantly became a fiery snake!

The tongue of fire in the front was swimming rapidly on the branches, heading straight for the Spiritual Pagoda, and the branches close to the flames were also ignited, and the green wall became a wall of fire in an instant.

No, the bell shouted silently, and she threw herself headlong into the path of fire, ignoring the blazing flames, and hurried towards the rapidly advancing tongue of fire.

The firelight fell beside her with charred branches, and the weeping bell only felt that she was running in the waterfall of flames, and she didn't have time to care about the sparks burning her red skirt, she just wanted to run forward, she wanted to extinguish the fire before the flames reached the Spiritual Tower.

She had to protect the dust, no matter what he became, no matter whether his appearance was clear or not, she had to protect her, no love or hate, this instinct that was integrated into her blood and bones had become the meaning of her life.

It was hot on her body and hot on her face, and she almost thought she had been set on fire.

She also seemed to have turned into ashes after being burned, and was drifting away with the wind little by little, and she suddenly had a feeling of extra relief, as if it was not a painful thing to be burned to ashes like this.

In this trance, the footsteps paused, and the flames were about to burn to the main trunk of the locust tree.

"Dust, you run!" shouted Weeping Bell, "I don't need you anymore!

Yes, without the Langji Mirror in the Spiritual Pagoda, there is no so-called binding force for a long time. As long as he wanted to leave, he could have left the tree a long time ago.

But is he still the power to get out of the dust? Why else did he keep not leaving? Did he just want to help himself with the help of the power of the locust tree?

Weeping Ling burst into tears, tears rolled down in a scorching heat, and they could barely fall before they turned into green smoke: "Let's go......"

She whimpered, and the volume was not even as loud as the "beep" sound of burning.

Just when she was almost desperate, the fire in front of her disappeared in an instant.

She opened her mouth slightly, unable to say half a word, and the branches around her still emitted white smoke, but the fire was indeed extinguished.

The smoke choked people, and the vision was a little dazed. But at least, the motes are fine. The weeping bell leg was weak, and he was half-kneeling on the ground that was still steaming.

Chang Jue in the distance sighed, let go of the hand that was holding the hem of his clothes, and said helplessly: "I just want her to feel it too, that kind of frightened and irretrievable feeling," Chang Jue helped Phantom Wu to sit down, "I won't really do anything to him." ”

Huanwu was also anxious just now, grabbing him and letting him extinguish the fire, her attitude was a little irritable, she covered her mouth and coughed, a little embarrassed: "I'm also worried that Lin Qi will burn them, and it won't be good if they accidentally burn bald." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Xiaotan's roar rushed to the sky: "You want to burn us?!"

The cold ice in the soil was burned by the heat, and a lot of water vapor was steamed, and it was also wrapped in bursts of fishy smell of dirt and rotten flesh.

"If you can't burn to death, it's like smoke to death, ah no, stink us to death!" Fan Xiaotan was actually worried about Lin Qiyi, his long hair was really burned off a little, although she was fine, she was also angry, and she didn't realize that this was the first time she roared loudly at Changjue.

"I can master ......"

Changjue's indifferent face and emotionless words were stopped by Phantom Wu in time: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Changjue is also worried about you, you see it's not, everyone is out." ”