Chapter Seventy-Seven: Seriously Wounded

The blue sea and blue sky, the seagulls "coo...... The ...... chirps, the wings flap on the water, and the wings soar under the sky.

The majestic and towering sacred mountain, soaring into the sky, stands majestic.

When Zhang Ziyu slowly opened his sleepy eyes from exhaustion, it was another white and vast aura flow environment, and he was certainly not unfamiliar with the environment here. Because it was the Inner Spirit Realm, he was lying on the ground of the Inner Spirit Realm space, and a stream of cold breath flowed from his spine into his body, making him feel a little warm.

He looked at it, Ni Xiang'er was wearing a pink satin dress and a fair face, presumably because of the beauty sleep that made her more youthful and beautiful. Magical time and space, magical neon clothes.

She consumed her spiritual energy, and she could make up for it by sleeping beauty sleep, so as to regain her youthful appearance. If all women in the world have such cultivation, it should be a blessing for women, and there will be no cosmetic surgery because of their ugly appearance.

Sleep is the biggest skin care product. Women can learn from Ni Xiang'er.

He struggled to sit up, but Ni Shang'er didn't look back, as if a pair of eyes were staring at him on the back of his head, and said in a low voice: "Don't move, don't you want to die if you are so desperate to cause such internal injuries?"

Zhang Ziyu had no choice but to lie on the ground obediently, hehe smiled innocently, and said faintly: "People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves." ”

"You still have a reason, if you die, where should the famous sword go?"

Her words are indeed true, the famous sword and Zhang Ziyu are like people and hearts. If a person has no heart, what is the value and meaning of leaving a shell in vain?

In other words, the reason why a famous sword is a famous sword is because there is a sword spirit. In all things, only with a spirit is equivalent to having a soul. With a soul, there is the possibility to create everything.

Martial arts practitioners, with martial souls, can forge a unique martial arts cultivation. Sword, with a sword soul, can be invincible and invincible.

And the sword spirit of the famous sword, Zhang Ziyu, has the soul of a person and the spirit of the spirit. How could such a sword not make the Three Realms famous and decent and the evil demons covet it.

Moreover, the famous sword contains a sword trick that makes everyone crazy, which makes the famous sword full of temptation.

While Zhang Ziyu was pondering, he asked with a smile: "Ni Shang'er, fairy sister, tell me quickly, how badly injured I am?"

"I am not a god, you don't have to please me. If you want to heal, you must not use your spiritual power within half a month. Otherwise, if it hurts the dantian's heart, it will no longer be able to cultivate the sword...... "Ni Xiang'er said solemnly, "I really don't understand why you and the other human races, competing for fame and fortune, fighting each other?"

Zhang Ziyu didn't know why Ni Xiang'er made such a sigh, it was undeniable, but he was also reasonable. The human race has always been endlessly chasing fame and profit, even unscrupulous, and should not be forest beasts, but they must obey the law of the jungle.

Whether it is ancient times or long history, emperors and generals, or ordinary people, for that little selfish desire, put meaningless disputes and hatred in the world. A song of the history of the human race, how many blood and tears have been shed, and how many heroes have been buried.

To whom do historical merits and demerits fall?

Just to ask for a smile in the city, the princes bent their waists for it.

Ni Xiang'er said that the nature of the human race was exhausted, and Zhang Ziyu was sincerely emotional. Maybe Ni Xiang'er is right, maybe history is right. So what? How much does it have to do with him?

"Ni Shang'er, where is my friend?" Zhang Ziyu asked again, because he had entered the realm of returning to ruins in his consciousness, and he and Dancing Butterfly, Black Tiger, Ji Yi and others were all swallowed by the hanging waterfall, and when he woke up, he was already in the realm of returning to ruins. So the question is, as Ni Xiang'er said, she was seriously injured, what about the others?

His own cultivation is above others, except for a palm of Yuyin, which is not as serious as Ni Shang'er said. When she entered the inner spirit realm, she said that she was seriously injured. Did something happen when I fainted?

Did Jiu Youzun and Jade Yin die in the waters? What the hell happened in the meantime? He thought desperately, but his head was torn in sharp pain.

Ni Shang'er said coldly: "As the head of the Inner Spirit Realm, I am only responsible for taking care of the master of the famous sword, and as for the rest, it has nothing to do with me. I definitely don't bother. ”

Zhang Ziyu couldn't stand Ni Xiang'er's cold-bloodedness, struggled to sit up, and shouted: "Then you will let me die too!"

"Hmph!" Ni Xiang'er turned around, her eyes fierce and vicious, she stepped forward, squatted down, grabbed Zhang Ziyu's shirt, and shouted, "Do you think this girl is willing to serve you? If it weren't for the famous sword who chose you, you would be broken into thousands of pieces, what do you have to do with me." I have served many famous sword masters, but I didn't expect that you turned out to be a wreck, and the famous sword Yin has already shown you, and you have already seen it. But you are haunted by the world's worldly feelings, look at how far you have cultivated, what is the difference between you and death!"

Zhang Ziyu was stunned, he didn't expect Ni Xiang'er to be so angry, listening to the harsh words, but the words hit his heart. If you practice diligently, constantly break through the sword technique, and cultivate the sword technique to the Xuanyuan Xia Yu Sword, then it will be a piece of cake to defeat a Nine Shadow Venerable!

But at this moment, he must not bow his head to Ni Shang'er, because he chose love and righteousness, and it was not wrong. If you are in the world, and even the most basic human feelings and sophistication of being a person have been lost, then how high is the cultivation of swordsmanship, what is the use!

"You know a fart, you don't have any human touch at all! Don't I want to practice the sword technique? But don't you open your eyes and see what kind of bullshit sword spirit I have become, and I have been chased and killed all the way. What time do I take to cultivate, what are you fierce, since you are the leader of the spiritual realm within the famous sword, and I am the master of the famous sword, you will shut up for me!"

Zhang Ziyu was also very depressed in his heart, and when he heard Ni Xiang'er's temper, he also yelled at Ni Xiang'er.

Ni Shang'er was dumbfounded, her jade hand twisted Zhang Ziyu, and pushed him to the ground, Huo Ran stood up, turned his back to Zhang Ziyu, took a big breath, and said to himself: "Rotten wood can't be carved!"

Zhang Ziyu was silent, and secretly carried the breath in his body, if the breath was really disordered, the spiritual power in the dantian was almost exhausted.

It seems that this time she was really injured a lot, and Ni Shang'er was so angry. But he really has no choice, since Tianfeng awakened, he has been chasing and killing everywhere. Where do you have time to practice swordsmanship?

"You should wake up, the more exquisite the way of sword cultivation, the stronger the ability. It is no longer a question of who you want to protect. With your current cultivation, if you want to save the world, it's a fool's dream!" said Ni Xiang'er faintly.