Around the palace, there are cleverly designed ventilation and light passages, so that rain does not pour in through those passages, but allows fresh wind and light to enter.

I don't know what the owner of this palace thought when he designed this palace, doesn't anyone need to breathe fresh wind and enjoy the bright spring sunshine later?

Yang Zhao couldn't figure it out, but through the change in the light and humidity in the air, he confirmed that it should be the early morning of the next day, and the rain outside the mountains should have stopped.

At this time, the jumpsuit finally woke up.

Yang Zhao looked at her and smiled.

The jumper didn't smile, looked at him in a daze and asked, "You poured your own blood into my body?"

Yang Zhao nodded in response, "It would be more accurate to say that I poured my own blood into your veins. ”

Lian Yi was a little helpless, a little sad, a little tired, and said: "Although I don't know how you did this, do you think this can be done......?

"Yes, it works. ”

Before she finished speaking, Yang Zhao began to smile, his face was a little pale, and his expression was a little aggrieved, but his eyes were very bright, very pure, and very confident, like the newborn morning sun, although it was covered by clouds and mist, but the brilliance was undiminished.

Looking at his expression, Lian Yi suddenly had a thought that he didn't believe, and muttered, "This can also work?"

"It seems to work. ”

Yang Zhao walked up to her side, observed the wound on her neck, and then said, "Feel it yourself." ”

Lianyi was a little dazed, and subconsciously looked at himself according to his words. I found that my blood was really not as dry as it was before I fell asleep, although it was not as abundant as usual, it was still a little thin, but at least it was guaranteed...... Alive.

Alive, how important, how good, most important, best.

It's just, why did you survive?

What the hell is going on?

At this time, the blood flowing in her body should obviously be his. Why is it like your own blood? Doesn't make any difference?

She remembered the picture before she fell asleep, and the unforgettable smell of jì, gave birth to countless conjectures, shocked and speechless.

- His blood is pure. So it fits into your body? But at this time, the blood flowing in your body. With a clear imprint of the spirit. It's obviously his own blood, how can his blood become the true blood of his own witch spirit?

She looked at Yang Zhao with wide eyes, very dazed. Some are helpless, so innocent.

This is the first time in her 2,000 years of life that she has been so ignorant and so cute.

Yang Zhao didn't know how to explain it to her, and he wasn't going to explain it to her, after all, she had just left the brink of death, and she was actually still very weak, and she really needed to recuperate, because the mental impact was too strict and some new problems arose, so she decided to make up some excuses, but as soon as his words came out, they were covered by a burst of thunder.

Thundered!

A dull, loud thunderclap came from afar, straight through the gates of the passage, and into their ears.

Yang Zhao was a little puzzled, thinking to himself that the rain had just stopped before the morning, why was there still thunder? He helped her sit down against the stone pillar, brought the prepared water and food to her side, said something, and ran out of the palace.

After a long passage through Guò, he came to the outside of the palace and looked at the place where the thunder had started, and his face instantly became even paler.

There was no rain at the beginning of the thunder, not even clouds, but there was no clear blue sky, for the sky in the distance was occupied by a great shadow.

Underneath that shadow was a black line like a tide.

Although he couldn't see it clearly, his divine sense ruthlessly and coldly told him the truth, that black line was a beast tide composed of countless demon beasts, a hundred miles away, if he maintained the current degree, it would take about a day, and he would come to this high mountain.

Without time to think about why the demon beasts in the grassland suddenly attacked and became like an army, who was in command, he turned and walked back to the palace, ran back to the jumpsuit, hugged her sideways, and said, "We must leave." ”

Along the way, there has been a lot of physical contact between the two, but this way of holding is naturally different, and before the dress woke up from the dazed feelings, he began to be slightly ashamed, but the shame did not turn into annoyance, and he was shocked by his words again.

"What's wrong?"

"There is a tide of beasts, it should be coming towards this mountain, and the probably commanding people are probably those demons outside the world. ”

"It's supposed to be Soul Wood. ”

In a simple two-sentence conversation, the two exchanged enough information to give their own judgments.

Yang Zhao ran out of the palace with her in his arms, and at this time, the black line formed by the beast tide seemed to be still far away in the sky, and there was no movement, but he knew that those terrifying demon beasts were closer to here.

The dress finally saw the spectacle of this scene, but instead of panicking, she asked the most important question: "Where are we going?"

Such a terrifying beast tide is coming, not to mention that they are seriously injured and tired now, even in their heyday, the magic weapon is still around, and they can't deal with such a situation.

As Yang Zhao said, leaving is inevitable.

But where can you go?

This grassland was so mysterious and dangerous, if it weren't for the guidance of the Void Sword, it would have been impossible for them to go to this high mountain, and the direction of the Void Sword came from that sword intent.

Although he didn't know the inside story, he had already judged that the sword would only point in the direction of the mountain.

If they left the mountains and walked into the grassland now, the Void Sword would certainly not be able to point them to a second destination, then they would inevitably be lost in this grassland, dying like those countless extraterrestrial demons who were lost in the grassland.

Fortunately, the picture they saw next saved them from this trouble, but of course it seemed very inappropriate to use good words here - in the grasslands around the high mountains, they all saw the black line of the beast tide, and all the directions they left had been cut off.

Yang Zhao didn't speak for a long time.

He originally had a lot of questions, why those beast tides were formed, whether they entered the palace in this high mountain and alarmed some kind of prohibition, why no demon beasts attacked him along the way, why these demon beasts seemed to be commanded, but these questions have been answered.

"Someone forbade those monsters to attack us because they wanted to follow us to this palace in the mountains. ”

Therefore, the soul stone in the palace comes from the demon clan, and can command the demon beasts, but the key soul wood is not in the stone room, now that I think about it, that soul wood should be held in the hands of those demons outside the world, as for why this is so, that is something they don't need to care about now.

There were countless demon beasts in that black line, and there were many demon beasts that were unimaginably powerful, and from a distance of two hundred miles, even he could sense that the aura emitted by some demon beasts could be compared to the human powerhouses at the peak of Jindan.

Not to mention the terrifying true body of the shadow in the sky.

Yang Zhao asked, "Since they can control the demon beasts, then they can completely let the demon beasts lead the way, why do they have to follow us?"

Lian Yi nodded and said, "The soul wood may need to be with the soul stone to wield its full effect, or for some reason, they can't communicate with those demon beasts, and those demon beasts will only fight with her, but nothing else." ”

After saying this, the two of them began to be silent again.

The black lines formed by the beast tide were all around the high mountains, and even if they were cultivators above the Yuan Infant Stage, it would be difficult for them to break through, and at this time, it really didn't make any sense to conduct these analyses.

After the rain, the grassland was a little cold, and the green trees growing in the cracks of the rocks in the high mountains were very short, unable to block the wind, and the breeze was slightly cold, Yang Zhao looked at her and said, "Let's go back." ”

Since it was impossible to leave, staying in the palace became the best and only option.

Lianyi shook his head and said, "I don't want to die in someone else's house." ”

Yang Zhao thought about the problem more worldly, and said: "But it's a little cold outside. ”

Jumpie took out the black thorn out of nowhere, and she stuck the black thorn into the crack of the stone, only to hear a rustling sound, and countless green leaves grew on the black thorn, waving in the wind, but blocking the cold wind out.

When Yang Zhao woke up in the cliff cave, he didn't see the green tree that the black thorn had turned into, this was the first time he saw it, feeling the powerful defensive aura in the meantime, and asked in surprise, "Ancestral Witch Palace?"

Lian Yi moved slightly, thinking to himself, are you really a disciple of a sect under the cultivation realm? How can you have so many secrets on your body? You can actually see through this at a glance that this is the Ancestral Witch Palace?

When Yang Zhao carried her out, he didn't forget to wrap the linen cloth around her, and at this time he spread the linen cloth to the ground, helped her sit down, and said, "Since you don't want to go in, it's better to take a look here." ”

It's hard to escape, and it's still a dead end.

The one-piece who had just walked on the edge of death saw his true nature, his mood was unprecedentedly clear, he didn't think about the secrets hidden in Yang Zhao's body, he was calm and indifferent.

"If you knew this, why did you do those things before, it was wasted. ”

Yang Zhao disagreed with her and said: "It's good to live an extra moment, don't say a day, even if it's an hour, a breath, or even a moment, it's good." ”

Lianyi felt his sincerity, and thought to himself what a person who loves and loves life, only such a person can be so kind, right? (Nice guy card?...... ）

"Thank you for your blood. So she said.

Thinking about the picture she saw and smelled before, even if she was in her quiet and unparalleled mental state at first sight, her expression changed subtly, and her eyes looking at him were also a little complicated.

But no matter what, it's still the same sentence: "It's good to be alive, thank you for your blood!"

This may be the sigh of being alive.

But Yang Zhao did not accept the thanks, but explained to her the doubts in her heart.

So he also said, "I know what you're thinking. (To be continued......)