It's not that Yang Zhao didn't come, but that he was in trouble.

Waking up in the cave in the early morning, the first thing I saw was such a bloody and terrifying picture, followed by fleeing, fleeing again, although there were a few brief conversations, but in fact, this was the first time that Yang Zhao had time to take a serious look at the appearance of the dress.

I don't know if it's because of shyness or something else, the cheeks of the dress are a little abnormally swollen, although it can't hide the Qingli of her eyebrows, but even if there is no such puffiness, it's just Qingli For ordinary girls, Qingli is an excellent adjective, but the Wuling clan is the descendant of the ancient Wu clan and the human race, and has always been known for its beauty, otherwise it would not be possible to become the most greedy object of the human and demon nobles.

She hugged her knees like a baby, lying on her side on the grass, her eyes closed tightly, her long eyelashes did not blink, as if she was asleep, but Yang Zhao remembered her eyes, those eyes left a deep impression on him in the cliff cave, his eyes were very clean, her eyes were also very clean, but they were different from him.

Her eyes are like autumn water, but they are not lake water, but a lighter and clearer water color.

The celadon bowl rests quietly under the eaves, a fresh spring rain sprinkles the earth, along the eaves corners, ticking, gradually becoming a piano song, not long, the spring rain gradually stops, the sun is bright again, the bowl under the eaves seems to be before, but there is more water in the bowl, there is no color, but it seems to have spring, no taste, but as if rushing through a new tea.

Yes, it's the layer of water in the porcelain bowl. Clear and shallow, but not thin.

Looking at the sleeping girl, Yang Zhao wanted her to open her eyes and let herself look at the water color after the new rain in the empty mountain.

Immediately afterwards, he remembered that when he first met her in the cliff cave, he had seen some strange dark green flames around her pupils, if it was expected, it should be the poison planted by the witch spirit tree, so the soul destroyer was poisoned by the girl, no wonder these people were forced by the girl to be unable to stop the girl's attack, so they had to flee.

Yang Zhao rested his hand on her vein. It was found that her meridians were empty. There was hardly any true element left, and what was even more terrifying was that her qi and blood had obviously lost too much, and her pulse was already slippery and weak. If it goes on like this. I'm afraid that she may really die quietly in her sleep.

The discovery made him nervous. Hurry up and find a way, but the medicine and food he carried with him have been thrown out and beaten in the battle yesterday. He thought about it, put his divine sense into the storage ring, and was silent for a long time, and finally found a box on the other side that seemed to be empty.

It was the last box, and it was heavy, and it had just appeared on the grass pile, and it had sunk the ground into the water for three minutes.

Opening the lid of the box, countless bright and dazzling spirit stones appeared in front of his eyes, and there was a thin book on the top, called the Gods and Demons Magazine.

This is the gift that Gu Yun gave him, the most direct and the most heavy.

If the spirit stones in this box can be used to buy magic weapons, they should be able to easily buy a street treasure.

But how can friendship be measured in value?

Therefore, in Yang Zhao's eyes, these spirit stones are not as good as this god and demon magazine.

But in this treacherous grassland, these spirit stones and gods and demons magazines are useless, he put the gods and demons magazines back, pushed all the spirit stones aside, piled them all around her, and then walked to the edge of the green grassland, staring at those shallow water pools and began to be in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking or what he wanted to do.

A moment later, his right hand thrust into the lake.

It's just that now his breathing and heartbeat have become extremely slow, and his movements are naturally even slower, and the movements of his hands do not match the plan at all, and the water splashes slightly, but it misses.

Just when he was a little helpless, he suddenly noticed that the water around his arm was covered with a shallow layer of star frost.

The next moment, he withdrew his hand from the water, and between his fingers he held a fat water snake, which did not struggle at all, and was obviously frozen.

He doesn't even have the ability to catch water snakes now, but the starry breath emanating from his body can help him do something.

Slowly moving back to her side again, he drew his Void Sword and slashed off the water snake's head, then brought it to her lips and began to pour blood into it.

She was unconscious at this time, naturally she didn't know how to swallow, and it was inevitable that some snake blood overflowed from the corners of her lips, and the picture looked a little bloody.

After a while, the blood in the water snake was gone, and he set the snake aside, looked at the girl's face, took the handkerchief from his sleeve, and began to wipe it carefully for her.

Even at such times, he was still living as he normally would.

The blood of the water snake contains spicy fire, which is the most suitable for replenishing blood, and with the extravagant heaping of crystals around her, it is possible to at least ensure that she will not die in her sleep, and maybe she can wake up the girl.

Yang Zhao only breathed a sigh of relief at this time, sat beside her, looked at the impenetrable grass around her, and began to be really in a daze.

There wasn't much time, so it was difficult for Yang Zhao to heal her, and his own situation was terrible.

But he couldn't open the space of the Purple Void Secret Realm, it wasn't that he didn't believe in the clothes, but this matter was too terrifying, if this matter revealed a hint, not to mention Yang Zhao alone, I'm afraid that the Taixu Gate would have to end up with a place where there was no place to be buried.

But the road ahead is confused, and there are pursuers in the rear, what should I do?

The branches and buds of the witch spirit tree slept in the chaos within his divine consciousness, and the starfrost chill that emanated from it kept mending the wounds on his internal organs, but it could only cure the symptoms.

He was weak, his heart beating and breathing extremely slowly, similar to those of cold-blooded animals before winter was approaching.

This means that hibernation is coming.

The method used by the jumpsuit to save him was to hibernate.

To hibernate is to sleep.

What he needs most at this time is to sleep, to sleep until the sky is dark, and the earth is desolate.

But he couldn't sleep.

Because she was sleeping, he had to be awake, and there was someone waiting for him, how could he be asleep?

The feeling is painful.

I want to sleep but can't sleep, how beautiful the picture is, as the most effective means of punishment, you can imagine how difficult it is, Yang Zhao made more efforts and attempts in order to keep his heavy eyes from closing, patting his face, washing his face, pinching his legs, trying to concentrate, until finally, his divine consciousness fell on the void sword, and he really woke up in an instant.

If ordinary people don't look at this void sword carefully, it is easy to miss this sword, because this sword looks too ordinary, but even when he is dying, Yang Zhao instinctively knows that it is precious, because this sword is always when he is dying, and there will always burst out of a mysterious energy to support him, not to mention that this sword is still Lu Xu's saber back then.

Therefore, this sword and the immortal book in the sea of knowledge are the most precious things in Yang Zhao's hands.

And if he didn't have this sword, how could he realize the Purple Void Sword Intent, so of course he would cherish the Void Sword extraordinarily, hoping to get more out of it, and it seems to be the case, on the night when he realized the Purple Void Sword Intent, and the night when he realized the sword evil, and the night when he woke up in this world, the extraterrestrial sword floated in his sea of consciousness, but it was never able to paint the starry sky, and it was at that time that this sword played a very important role in helping him wake up in one fell swoop.

So, the energy contained in this is not just a sword to illustrate.

He looked at the grassland where the greenery was so thick that it could not be dissolved, silently experiencing the problem, but he didn't find anything, but suddenly he thought that when he was fighting with the clothes in that lakeside, the sword intent summoned by this sword was something he had never seen before, as if this sword intent was in the sword itself?

And this world is also quite peculiar, especially in this grassland, why are other people's attacks twisted and turned, why are you not hindered, is it also because of this sword?

Could it be that this grassland and this world are not one plane, but two opposite planes combined? Bounded by the mountain cliff beyond the great river, the lakes and mountains over there are one world, and the mountains and grasslands here are another relative world, and the passage between the two worlds is the pond in front of the mountain peak and forest?

Yang Zhao silently calculated these worlds in his heart, and then he thought about why he escaped from the hands of the jumpsuit yesterday, and why he entered the grassland from the world over there.

He was about to die in the depths of the lake that night, and how could he forget the changes that happened at the last moment.

He looked down at the Void Sword in his palm, stroking it gently, thoughtfully.

With the slight movement of his thoughts, a subtle and dense sound of friction and impact sounded, and in an instant, the Void Sword broke through its sheath and appeared in his hand.

After a moment of silence, he stood up and reached forward with the Void Sword.

The Void Sword didn't react at all.

He turned, and the Void Sword moved slowly through the air, bringing up several breezes.

When the Void Sword pointed at what he thought was somewhere in the northeast direction, it suddenly stopped.

It wasn't that he stopped the Void Sword, but that the Void Sword didn't seem to want to move anymore, or the wind on the grass suddenly disappeared.

A slight but clear tremor passed from the tip of the sword to the blade, then to the hilt, to his hand, and finally to his heart.

A sword intent appeared far ahead.

This sword intent was very ethereal, just like what he had sensed in the lake yesterday, but it was very strong, which made him instinctively feel a little awe.

The words of the sword were silent, as if it had been still there for countless years, but its appearance itself represented a calling.

Yang Zhao thought about the picture of the Void Sword running wildly with himself at the last moment of last night, and muttered, "Is this sword intent looking for you?"

Thinking of this, it seemed that countless grass and mud horses began to gallop in his heart, because he sensed the anxiety in Xiaobai's heart, and it seemed that Chiba and they were also in some danger.

Moreover, the direction in which they were standing was opposite to the direction of that sword intent.

In other words, as long as Yang Zhao found Chiba and them, he would also find that sword intent. (To be continued......)