Ling Bai returned to the ground with Jiuluo, who had almost no breath, and used his mixed body mana to dispel the pain and suppress the evil power in her body.

Almost half of the immortal power in her body was exhausted, and the red lotus on her forehead slowly closed and returned to its original form.

"Xiao Yao, Xiao Yao, how are you, don't scare me!" Looking at the unconscious woman in his arms, Ling Bai's emotions that had not fluctuated for a long time were out of control again, he was afraid, afraid of losing her again.

Just as Ling Bai was grieving, he didn't know what happened, and the sun that was still hanging in the sky the previous breath suddenly became invisible, and in an instant, the sky and the earth were dark, and everything was silent.

Ling Bai frowned and hugged the woman in his arms, his gaze reaching into the vast darkness. And the person who was originally dying suddenly opened her eyes, and her beautiful eyes became extremely deep and unfathomable.

Countless strange images from another world flashed through her mind, hitting her heart.

At this moment, something began to be different.

An unspeakable emotion echoed in his chest. seems to be sad and angry, relieved, unwilling to look forward to it, in short, such complex emotions are pressed on Jiuluo's heart, so that she has always been heartless and heartless understands what sorrow is for the first time.

The darkness cleared like a cloud of smoke, and she looked at everything in front of her vigilantly and sharply: the unextinguished flames of war in the sky, the corpses of demons all around her, and the warm embrace clinging to her, these things were familiar and strange.

When she was almost out of breath, she clearly felt a light and thin dark blue soul burrow into her forehead that was about to explode in pain and break into the sea of knowledge. And then it is the memory carried by this soul that diffuses, spreads, coils, and occupies in the brain.

"Xiao Yao, Xiao Yao, what do you think?" Ling Bai almost burst into tears when he saw that she had finally woken up.

"Don't shake it, I'm not dead. Jiuluo's tone was cold, staring at the man who was close at hand, his head turned over the river and the sea, and he slowly understood one thing.

A soul from another world was buried in her body, but fortunately, the soul power was too weak, and only the remnants of the memory occupied a corner of her consciousness.

However, even if it was only a corner, Jiuluo's divine consciousness was also disturbed.

Jiu Luo in Ling Bai's eyes had been glazed since he finished saying that, and although his gaze was fixed on his face, it didn't look like he was looking at him. Instead, it felt like her gaze penetrated his body and fell to the battlefield behind him.

Ling Bai thought about it, it was estimated that he was too reckless and insisted on taking her back to Heaven, which would cause the evil power in her body to be stimulated and overflow, and now with his own strength, he could not help her suppress the karma of the red lotus for a long time, and only by finding that ancient Lingzhi could it be possible to cure the disease. This is also something he has only learned about inadvertently in the last hundred years.

However, the ancient Lingzhi is a holy relic left by the gods, and no one knows where it grows, so how can he find it?

As the heart-rending pain disappeared, the chaos in the sea of Jiuluo Zhi gradually calmed down. She forced herself to be calm, not wanting strangers who didn't even know her name to know too many secrets about herself, so she hurriedly found a topic to divert his attention.

Her eyes were clear again: "Why does my head hurt more as I get closer to Jiuxiao?"

Seeing that she had recovered her senses, Ling Bai was overjoyed, temporarily put aside the trouble of looking for Lingzhi, and comforted her with the reason that had been made up a long time ago: "Maybe it's because --- you are a demon." ”

Jiu Luo broke out of his embrace and asked weakly: "Sun Monkey is also a demon, how can he fight to the Lingxiao Treasure Palace?" Obviously, this reason could not convince Jiu Luo.

Ling Bai was full of emptiness, stood up and paced two steps forward with his back to Jiu Luo, and said in a low voice, "Naturally, his Taoism is deeper than yours!"

Jiuluo thought about it, and he was very right about this.

Zhu Jiuluo is almost a waste material, she has lived for hundreds of years, and that little spell can deal with some Taoist priests in the mortal world, in the demon world, her little kung fu is simply a scum, just the last stream. This is also the reason why she is often bullied.

However, no matter how diligent she was in her cultivation, she didn't make the slightest progress, and she was still a waste material.

Ling Bai breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she didn't raise any more objections, and then worried about her red lotus. If the red lotus blooms, Jiuluo's already crippled soul will be completely devoured, and heaven and earth will no longer be able to reshape her!

He closed his eyes and meditated on a way to save her, while Jiuluo was worried about Sun Wukong's safety.

Since the white-robed immortal in front of him looked very capable and took care of her, maybe he had a way to help her.

"White-robed immortal, I haven't asked you for your honorific name, we can meet on the battlefield, it can be regarded as fate, I don't know how many lifetimes of cultivation can have such a creation, why don't we make a deal, how about it?"

Zhu Jiuluo walked around to Ling Bai and saw that he was closing his eyes and frowning, not knowing what he was thinking.