"It seems that even the aura that suppressed the injury had to be withdrawn!"

Blood slowly soaked out of Yi Heng's right chest, and the aura that suppressed the wound had been withdrawn.

The ice shield suddenly appeared on his chest, and a fireball fluttered in the palm of his right hand.

An ice shield also appeared in front of the black-clothed monk, his right hand had not yet moved, and the spirit stone in his left hand was slowly getting smaller.

With a "whew", Yi Heng shot out the fireball in his hand and went straight to the head of the black-clothed monk.

But the ice shield seemed to be spiritual, just enough to block the fireball, and the blackfriar only took a few steps back.

But Yi Heng knew that he couldn't delay, so he recited the mantra and cast the fireball just like when he practiced the fireball technique.

"Whew" "Whew" "Whew" "Whew"....

In a moment, more than a dozen fireballs all smashed towards the black-clothed Taoist.

Not surprisingly, the fireballs were all blocked by the blackfriar, and the ice shield became thinner, but it did not dissipate.

The blackfriar vomited blood, slid backwards two or three feet, and leaned his back against a large tree.

The spirit stone in his left hand was smaller again.

Yi Heng's face turned pale and blue, like a dead man.

The blackfriar finally felt that his spiritual power was enough, and he began to return the fireball.

The two of them came and went, and the whole forest was shaken by the aftermath of the spell.

Yi Heng's ice shield has been broken many times, but after all, it is the power of the spirit stone, and now his spiritual power is almost exhausted, his clothes are in tatters, and his injuries are even more serious.

The black-clothed monk was not much better, although he had fought with Yi Heng for so long with the help of spirit stones, but because he had been injured before, and his internal organs were seriously injured again, he looked extremely miserable.

But fortunately, he still has spirit stones, as long as the other party's aura is exhausted first, he must be the one who is alive.

The first spirit stone had already turned into nothing, and with another flick of his left hand, another spirit stone appeared in the palm of his hand, and this time it was no longer heartbreaking.

Yi Heng crawled on the ground like mud, and he could feel the aura overflowing from the spirit stone every ten or so steps, not to mention the black-clothed monk?

Seeing this situation, the black-clothed monk waved his right hand, and with a "boom", Yi Heng's left arm was pierced by something, and Yi Heng only felt a chill.

The black-clothed monk took a few more steps forward, almost approaching Yi Heng, and seeing that Yi Heng was unconscious and defenseless, he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Yi Heng should be able to fight until now.

Although he was curious about Yi Heng, he quickly solved it at this time and found a place to heal.

The right hand trembled and stretched out, and at the same time as the fireball appeared, the soul carried a trace of severe pain, and he knew in his heart that today's fighting method was excessive, and it had touched the injury of the soul.

Just as the black-clothed monk was about to throw out the fireball, he suddenly felt his feet loosen, and the whole person sank downward, and the fireball in the monk's hand naturally dissipated.

At this time, Yi Heng suddenly rushed forward from the ground, and before he could react, he fell with him into a pit that suddenly appeared on the ground.

That night, in order to dig this pit so deep for the two of them, I suffered a lot, and I racked my brains even more in order to design the mechanism of this pit.

Yi Heng is very reluctant to use it, because if he uses it, he may not be able to live.

At this point, he jumped after the blackfriar.

The black-clothed monk just landed on the ground in the pit, and was about to cast a spell, but was smashed on the head by Yi Heng, and then the spell dissipated.

When he was a little sober, Yi Heng had already strangled his neck and rolled into the hole together.

Immediately, Yi Heng used all his strength, and the waving right fist fell on his face like raindrops.

Since the first punch, the black-clothed monk has not come to his senses again, his nose has been knocked out, his eyes have been blown out, and he is paralyzed on Yi Heng's shoulder at this moment, and he no longer looks like a person.

Yi Heng leaned against the wall of the pit, his right hand was no longer able to be raised, and the wound on his right chest was oozing blood again, but very little.

There was a pain in his right hand, and his fingers couldn't move, and it was estimated that the finger bones had been shattered with all his strength just now.

But he still put the Taoist priest down, and with his left hand, he vigorously picked a palm-sized stone on the pit wall, and smashed it on the heads of some black-clothed monks.

One hit, two blows, three blows, smashed to the back with all the support of consciousness, more and more weak, until his eyes were black, and before he could look at the blackfriar, he fainted and leaned against the pit wall.

The mountains and forests were calm again, and the chaos and the remnants of the spells made the birds and beasts dare not approach, and it might not take a year for the place to be overgrown with weeds and full of life, but now, dead silence, only the sound of the wind blowing through the treetops.

The sun sets, and the mountains and forests that stretch for nearly 10,000 miles calmly repeat day after day, ushering in the morning sun and sending away the sunset, day by day, year by year.

But now, it was raining heavily, and the long-thirsty trees and grass seemed to stretch out, sucking the rain in large gulps, and in a few moments, the whole jungle became vibrant, as if it was a little greener.

The heavy rain has not stopped for an hour, and flowing water slowly appears in the mountains and forests.

The water in the pit gradually increased, flooding the feet, the chest, and the nose.

Suddenly, Yi Heng's face flushed, his body trembled, and he instinctively wanted to climb up.

As soon as he moved, the pain in his whole body came to his mind, and he opened his mouth to breathe, but he poured a mouthful of water, but fortunately, the pain made him completely sober.

He struggled to stick his head out of the water, gulping in the air of the rainstorm, sometimes opening his thirsty mouth wide and letting the rain pour directly into his mouth and then slowly into his throat.

After regaining a little strength, he slowly stood up against the slippery pit wall, looked at the chest-high water, and looked up again.

There is still a hole more than one person high, and it is definitely impossible to climb up now, not to mention the spiritual power of the whole body, but there is no trace of strength.

Yi Heng smiled bitterly, he didn't expect this pit to be used in the end.

Fortunately, there is this timely rain, otherwise I am afraid that I will never wake up again.

But it's still good to be alive, this heaven and earth, this rainstorm, this jungle, and even the stagnant water that floods him, I think it's so lovely.

"Ah~ah!" Yi Heng stood in the pit and roared with all his might, his voice was hoarse, not like the cheers of the rest of his life, but like a helpless howl.

As the stagnant water gradually rose, Yi Heng also used buoyancy to pick at the pit wall and slowly climb up.

Two hours later, the rain had gradually stopped, and he had crawled out of the pit, but fainted at the edge of the pit.

As the rain subsided, the birds gradually came out of their nests and happily flew around the woods to catch insects emerging from the tree holes.

As if infected, he slowly opened his eyes, listened and felt the vitality in the jungle, and slowly regained his strength.

Enduring the pain, he slowly got up and sat cross-legged, the top priority was to recover the aura that had long dried up first, otherwise this wound would kill him.

When night fell, Yi Heng was still motionless.

The sky was bright, and the urgency in the depths of his soul did not appear, but Yi Heng still opened his eyes.