Yang Zhao looked at his black and dirty hands, he couldn't see any difference from the original, he shook his hands into fists and forced, and he didn't notice anything unusual about his body, at least his arms were still as thick and thin, and he didn't become those legendary monsters with infinite power painted with green paint.

However, he knew that something must have changed during the period of slumber, the aura in the mottled sword marks on the ruins around him had disappeared without a trace, and the aura of heaven and earth in his body had also returned to a normal level, presumably the aura that had been poured into his body at the beginning had calmed down after he finished tempering his body.

He silently operated his divine sense to check the movements in his body, and found that his dantian had grown to the extreme, and the intention of destroying miè that he had comprehended according to the void sword intent had also stabilized in his sea of consciousness, and the intent of destroying miè was condensed into a very dim light cluster around the book "Purple Void Yellow Court True Scripture", and with the power of divine consciousness stirring, there were hundreds of breaths similar to this ruinary intent released from that sutra, following the trajectory of the meridians, and diffusing into every pore of every bone and skull.

When the aura of heaven and earth in those calmly stored in the zài dantian was dispersed around with this kind of ruinous meaning, Yang Zhao felt as if he had soaked in a hot spring with just the right temperature, and his body was warm and hot, but the wonderful thing was that it did not make people tired and sleepy, but instead stimulated the spirit of excitement, and the five senses and six senses were much sharper.

He looked at the mottled sword marks on the ruins around him that seemed to have lost their lives, and his mind moved with the vertical and horizontal direction of those nicks, and those warm and even some fiery breaths walked quickly in the meridians, and then he gradually felt some extremely fine fragments of breath in the air enter his body with his breath.

This and the speed at which the aura of heaven and earth was infused into his body was very slow than the infusion speed of absorbing those breaths in Lu Xu's sword marks at the beginning, but he knew very well that if he did not forget to practice all the time like meditating on Zhou Tian, then these aura of heaven and earth would continue to enter his body continuously, no matter how slow this and speed were, as time passed, his strength realm would continue to improve.

"What does this have to do with entering the demon? This is a ridiculous demon? It's just simply absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, it's no different from usual, why did he inherit Lu Xu's void sword intent and become a sign of entering the demon?"

Yang Zhao slowly lowered his head, silently realized the walking trajectory and way of feeling the breath in his body, his dirty face was full of confusion and faint fear of the unknown, and the clothes on his body stained with blood, oil and dust, as if he felt his feelings, became stiff and cringe, and was very ugly.

The room was silent, and suddenly he remembered something important, and he woke up in an instant, and walked out of his cultivation state as quickly and inconspicuously as quickly as possible, and walked to the corner next to the room.

The messy black hair was scattered on Xiaobai's dress, which was already stained with dust and blood after a difficult battle, but for some reason, there was still a clean smell in the dark room.

Yang Zhao squatted beside Xiaobai, feeling the clean breath exuding from her body, looking at her black hair and white dress, for some reason he felt that his body was a little dirty, and he didn't dare to reach out to touch her body.

This strange feeling was quickly thrown away by him, he gently helped Xiaobai to sit upright, took out the pill from the storage ring and fed her carefully, and then gently patted her on the back to help her disperse the medicinal power.

I don't know how long it took, Xiaobai finally woke up, his face was getting whiter and whiter because of blood loss, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, his three little tails flashed and jumped, and his eyes opened to reveal a nervous and even a little timid.

When she fainted before, the battle in the room was still going on, she didn't know who had won, and even thought that Yang Zhaohe himself had fallen into Huang Quan's hands, becoming the nourishment for the other party to absorb like the white lotus.

It wasn't until he saw the yellow jade in Yang Zhao's hand that Xiao Bai relaxed a little, gasped and clenched Yang Zhao's hand, his body trembled slightly, and he still couldn't forget the scenes he had experienced in his mind

Yang Zhao's hand was caught very tightly by her, and even faintly painful, he didn't express any objection, just silently hugged her, and gently patted her back to express comfort.

Suddenly, he frowned slightly, and withdrew his hand from Xiaobai's hand, Xiaobai looked up at him, not knowing what was going on, and his expression was a little trance and a little uneasy.

Yang Zhao helped her to sit down beside the wall, picked up his long sword from the ground, and walked to the opposite side in silence.

I don't know when, Bai Lian has also woken up from a coma, and is leaning against the wall and looking indifferently here.

That compassionate face looked a little sad and pitiful because of the serious injury and blood loss, but Yang Zhao knew how powerful and terrifying the other party was, and where would his heart be softened by these external appearances.

Looking at Yang Zhao, who was holding a long sword and pressing towards him step by step, Bai Lian's indifferent eyes were filled with self-deprecation and contempt, and his right hand, which was hanging weakly on his thigh, bent it with difficulty, and pinched a lotus mudra with his two fingers together.

However, just before the Lotus Seal was issued, a mouthful of jet-black sticky blood spurted out of his mouth and landed on his clothes, which had already been stained with countless blood, adding another color to those hideous colors.

Bai Lian looked at the blood dripping from her clothes, smiled with a very complicated expression, and then gave up the Lotus Seal and leaned against the wall tiredly, both in her movements and expression.

Among the three, he was the most seriously injured, and he was successively absorbed by the Huangquan Demon Saint's secret technique, and finally forcibly fell into the realm in exchange for a stunning blow, and at this time he had long since lost the powerful and proud demeanor he had at the beginning.

But he looked at Yang Zhao who was walking towards him, there was no superfluous affection in his eyes, no anger, no begging, no despair, no sadness, and even the contempt and self-deprecation at the beginning were all turned into nothing, just calm.

Yang Zhao stood beside him with a sword, looking into his eyes silently and intently, there was never any word in Yang Zhao's dictionary that could not take advantage of others, in order for himself and Xiaobai to survive and survive better, he could do anything, so he thought that if he didn't make a move when the enemy was in crisis, he would definitely suffer the curse of heaven.

This generation of masters, who were weak against the wall and seemed to be dying at any time, although he was not his enemy, but this matter was also born from this person, how could he forget the damage he suffered by following this master.

It was very strange that Yang Zhao did not pick up the long sword and directly stab his Yuan Ying in half, but looked at him silently for a long time, he looked at the scars on Bai Lian's body, and thought of something, the tip of the slender sword pierced into the stone slab that cracked like a spider's web.

"If it is in the future, I am afraid that I really can't beat you, but this time maybe I, like you, have also begun to be compassionate. Yang Zhao looked at Bai Lian and said seriously, for some complicated reasons, he made a difficult decision.

Because if it wasn't for Bai Lian's desperate efforts before, he would have died when he comprehended Lu Xu's sword intent, because Xiao Bai whispered something behind him, because he didn't care about any heavenly punishment now, because he finally thought that this person was just like that Huang Quan, they were all chess pieces on the chessboard.

"I think at least in this space we are comrades-in-arms, I don't value reputation as much as most righteous people, but I'm a Taixu Mountain person, maybe now we are all pawns in the chessboard, if there is no problem, let's go out and talk about it. ”

Bai Lian looked at Yang Zhao's face calmly, this time was not long, but it felt like a long time, he already knew very well that the other party's heart was very similar to Lu Xuan he met back then, he was a man who could absolutely do anything to achieve his goal, so he was ready to meet death, but he didn't expect the other party to make such a choice.

He is a wise lotus, the protector of Buddhism back then, the holy white lotus, and the new generation of rulers of the Yellow Spring Sea in the netherworld, so he didn't say like ordinary stupid people that if you don't kill me at this time, you will definitely regret it in the future, but looked at Yang Zhao and said seriously: "What you said is a chess piece for us now, I saved your life before, and then you saved my life, and now you may also have embarked on the path of Lu Xu, if something happens, I can also help you." ”

Yang Zhao nodded and said, "Sounds very good, deal."

After saying this, he put down the slender Void Divine Sword, walked to Bai Lian's side and squatted down, took out his own elixir, and helped him dissolve the medicinal power in his body.

Bai Lian didn't feel a word, but said cleanly without hesitation: "I feel that an acquaintance has come to this space, presumably you also know that person, and I can't take you out of this space now, maybe that person can." ”

"It's worthy of a generation of masters, and he doesn't even say a word of thanks. Yang Zhao looked at Bai Lian's cold and compassionate expression, and said very seriously: "It costs money for me to help you treat your injuries, not for you to lie." ”

To Yang Zhao's surprise, Saint White Lotus did not mock him but became silent, and said slowly after a long time: "If you think what I said is false, then you can continue to wait here, waiting for that person to arrive." ”

Yang Zhao couldn't help but move slightly, and turned his gaze to the cliff in the distance, but what he didn't know was that there was also a pair of dark eyes looking at him tightly in the distance.

It didn't take long for the eyes of the two to meet each other, and Yang Zhao never thought that Yun Piaoyao would come to this mysterious space.

Although the two have not met, it is under this layer of void, in the control of the clouds, as if they have stood together, and the distance is no longer a distance.

At this moment, it was as if the entire space began to shake, adding a sense of mystery to this space.