"Suck out the power of the bloodline that she can't bear in her body, but you have to think clearly, you are not the bloodline of the descendant of the god of war, and the power of the bloodline that you suck out will be integrated into your body, although the power of the remaining bloodline is not much, but if you can't control it, you will explode and die. ”

Just when Qiao Yuan was about to go crazy, a burst of vicissitudes of words slowly rose in this War God Temple, echoing in this silent hall.

When Qiao Yuan heard these words, he immediately knew that it was the voice of the mysterious senior, and he forced himself to calm down and think about these words seriously.

Qiao Yuan's eyes showed a look of struggle and hesitation, he and Ling Wanchen met in the big competition of the sect, and there were more festivals than friendships between the two, even if he had always felt guilty about Ling Wanchen, if he wanted to save his life at this moment, he hesitated.

Is it worth it? To save or not to save these two questions echoed in Qiao Yuan's heart, it stands to reason that the relationship between him and Ling Wanchen is not like this, if he risks his own life, it is indeed a little worthless.

But Qiao Yuan was not a cold-blooded person, looking at Ling Wanchen's painful wail in front of him, he couldn't bear it, after all, he was just a teenager who had not been deeply involved in the world.

Even though he had seen killing and killed people with his own hands, he still maintained a simplicity and kindness in his heart that he had when he was in Qingfeng Village.

After a moment, Qiao Yuan took a deep breath, his expression returned to calm, looked up and shouted.

"Senpai, what should I do?"

"What a pure heart, if you can control the power of that bloodline, it will be of great benefit to you, so it can be regarded as a great opportunity. ”

The vicissitudes of life sounded again, and his tone revealed a sense of appreciation and relief.

"You now make a cut in your wrist, and then you cut her wrist as well, and the wound is docked, and the remaining blood force in her body will automatically enter your body. ”

After hearing this, Qiao Yuan did not hesitate at all, raised his right hand, and lightly swiped his left index finger on his right wrist, and immediately an inch-long wound appeared, and then he grabbed Ling Wanchen's wrist and cut a wound on it, and the two wrists were butt together.

At the moment when the two wrist wounds were docked, Qiao Yuan's body trembled violently, and he only felt a stream of hot blood rushing down the wrist wound into his veins.

This scorching blood was very brutal, and after rushing into Qiao Yuan's veins, it immediately fused with his original blood, and there was originally a repulsive power between the blood, unless it was a blood relationship, that repulsive power would be much smaller.

But Qiao Yuan was different from Ling Wanchen, he was not a descendant of the God of War bloodline, and at this moment, this repulsive force was extremely powerful, causing the blood vessels in Qiao Yuan's body to swell immediately.

From the outside, the green tendons on Qiao Yuan's arms bulged and were writhing rapidly, as if he was alive, and streams of blood kept rushing into Qiao Yuan's body from Ling Wanchen's wrists, making the green tendons on his arms rise and fall continuously.

After a while, Qiao Yuan's body became red, like a red-hot charcoal fire, and then his clothes slowly dissolved into the pool of blood under a strange force, including the one piece of clothing he had draped on Ling Wanchen's body.

In this way, the two of them were naked, sitting naked in the blood pool, but at this moment Qiao Yuan had no other thoughts at all, his mind was all on the power of the bloodline in his body, thinking about how to suppress the power of the bloodline.

The power of this bloodline was extremely domineering, and not long after it rushed into Qiao Yuan's body, it occupied the blood vessels of his entire right arm, and some blood rushed to other places.

"This blood must not be allowed to rush into the heart. ”

Qiao Yuan gritted his teeth, and secretly said in his heart, he knew that once this blood poured into his heart, the force of repulsion would inevitably increase to an extreme, and under that force of repulsion, Qiao Yuan did not doubt that his heart would burst open if he couldn't bear it.

Qiao Yuan's whole body's spiritual power was running rapidly, surging towards the blood vessels, he had to suppress this blood as quickly as possible, otherwise this blood would spread too widely, and he would not be able to suppress it.

The spiritual power came out frantically and rushed into the veins of Qiao Yuan's right arm, but this blood was too domineering, as if its previous owner was so domineering, and the blood was blocked by the spiritual power, not only did it not have a tendency to retreat and suppress, but it became even more arrogant.

The blood vessels of Qiao Yuan's right arm were like a battlefield, under the collision of spiritual power and blood, there were bursts of thumping sounds, Qiao Yuan's face was even more distorted, and his mouth kept letting out a painful roar, and at this time, he understood what kind of pain Ling Wanchen had been suffering.

Time passed slowly, and as more blood power poured into Qiao Yuan's body, Qiao Yuan had a feeling that if he continued to suppress it with spiritual power, then his right arm would explode directly, and in desperation, he could only control the spiritual power to slowly withdraw.

As the spiritual power withdrew, the blood rushed towards Qiao Yuan's shoulders, neck, and chest as if it was crazy, but Qiao Yuan surrounded his heart with several protections of spiritual power, so that these blood could not pour in, and could only flow elsewhere.

As this blood fused with his blood, the more the repulsive force grew, so the pain that Qiao Yuan endured also skyrocketed, his face was flushed, and the green tendons on his face and neck bulged like a dragon, looking extremely hideous and terrifying.

Of course, as Qiao Yuan's pain increased, the pain on Ling Wanchen's body began to slowly decrease, her hideous and distorted face slowly returned to normal, and the painful wails and groans in her mouth were much less, but she still didn't seem to wake up.

Time passed breath by breath, Qiao Yuan only felt that every breath was as long as a year, this kind of pain that his body was torn apart and his blood vessels were about to burst at any time, he had never experienced it in his life, even if he absorbed the spiritual power of Yanhu and the cultivation of cold spiritual power in the Cold Flame Valley, he did not have such pain.

Qiao Yuan's consciousness began to blur under this pain, but every time he felt that he was about to fall unconscious, he would bite the tip of his tongue fiercely to stimulate himself to prevent himself from passing out.

At the same time, there was always a large amount of spiritual power around his heart, even if those blood launched attacks again and again, this line of defense was never breached.

In addition to the heart, the blood vessels of half of Qiao's body were already covered by those blood, and the power of rejection spread all over his body, and his arms, legs, neck, and head had a feeling that they were about to burst open at any time.

In this case, Qiao Yuan had a feeling that he was about to die, and as time passed, this feeling of death became clearer and clearer, and at the same time, his consciousness became more and more blurred, but that desire to survive was that he never dissipated the spiritual power that guarded his heart.

Qiao Yuan's body trembled, swaying from side to side, as if he had no strength to sit cross-legged, his right wrist was still close to Ling Wanchen's wrist, attracted by a strange force, unable to separate.

Qiao Yuan struggled to prop up his eyelids, and opened his eyes a little, wanting to see if the weak but strong woman in front of him was still in so much pain, but unfortunately he couldn't see it, although his eyes were open a little, but what came into his mind was a blurry picture, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Am I going to die?"

Qiao Yuan's heart echoed with this thought, for the first time, he felt that death was so close to him, it seemed to be within reach, but he did not have a trace of regret in his heart, if he was allowed to choose again, he would definitely choose this way, but his heart was full of unwillingness and regret.

There is a person who is still waiting for him, there is a promise that he has not yet fulfilled, there are some people he has not said goodbye to, there are some things he has not done, there are some problems that he has not yet understood.

At this moment, the blood vessels in Qiao Yuan's body, except for the heart, were all filled with that blood, and an amazing repulsive force erupted under the fusion of the two different bloods, making a banging sound come from his body.

At the same time, in a huge palace in the depths of the palace complex, the fiery red eyes that had been staring in the direction of the Temple of the God of War showed a look of disappointment, and after a sigh, the words rose.

"Well, he couldn't do it. ”

In the blood pool of the War God Temple, Qiao Yuan's body tilted and fell directly towards Ling Wanchen opposite, his consciousness had already begun to dissipate, and he couldn't support his body to sit upright, but the moment his body fell to Ling Wanchen, Ling Wanchen's closed eyes slowly opened, and he just saw Qiao Yuan who was bowing his head and falling.

She subconsciously stretched out her hands to help, but her left wrist was closely connected to Qiao Yuan's right wrist and could not be separated, Ling Wanchen glanced down at the wrist that was tightly together, and instantly understood all the reasons.

"Qiao Yuan, Qiao Yuan......"

Ling Wanchen held Qiao Yuan's body with her right hand and called softly, but no matter how she called, Qiao Yuan's tightly closed eyes still didn't react, just like Qiao Yuan called her before.

At this moment, she didn't care about the two of them being naked, she directly bit the tip of her tongue and spurted out a drop of essence blood, which fell on the place where their wrists met, and this drop of blood fell, making the strange power that the two wrists could not be separated disappear in an instant.

Ling Wanchen took out his left hand and grabbed it directly on Qiao Yuan's wrist, his divine sense poured into his body, inspecting Qiao Yuan's physical condition, after a few breaths, Ling Wanchen's face changed, his eyes showed an anxious look, his hands directly held Qiao Yuan's limp head, and shouted loudly.

"Qiao Yuan, wake up, wake up, you must not faint. ”

She knew that Qiao Yuan was in this situation, once she fainted, she would never wake up again, so she had to wake up Qiao Yuan no matter what, and only by always maintaining a trace of consciousness could she survive.

"Wake up, why are you doing this, why are you saving me?"

Ling Wanchen's eyes rolled down big tears, grabbed Qiao Yuan's head and kept yelling, his voice was full of sadness, which made people unbearable to listen to, but Qiao Yuan's eyes were still closed, and he didn't react to it at all.

Ling Wanchen's eyes were red, tears were raining down, and the words shouted in her mouth did not stop for a moment, now there is only this thing she can do, if she wants to survive this catastrophe, she can only rely on Qiao Yuan herself, she can't help, and she can't help.

After a stick of incense, Ling Wanchen's eyes still had tears flowing uncontrollably, and the sadness and despair in her eyes became stronger and stronger, as if she knew that it was impossible for Qiao Yuan to wake up again, but at this moment, a voice like a mosquito and fly came out of Qiao Yuan's mouth intermittently.

"You...... Not...... Affair...... Only...... Good. ”