Chapter Ninety-Seven: No worries

Jiang He quickly retreated, and Kankan dodged the sneak attack.

The male oyster's huge, transparent body stretched out, his body gradually darkened, and dragon horns faintly appeared on his head.

"Jiang He! It's absorbing the vitality of Xizhou, you go down that step, and I'll leave it here!"

Wuhou Xia's body was also transparent, he rushed out and appeared, with a tiger claw in his right hand, a dazzling white sword appeared in his hand. After the sword appeared, he pushed Jiang He back to the towering staircase with a palm of his right hand.

Although Jiang He was already a cultivator approaching the Yuan infant stage in the late stage of Jindan, she still couldn't participate in the battle between Gong Oyster and Wuhou Xia.

With a sword and a swing of the tail, the aura fluctuations they generated were about to shatter her. She could only hide in the barrier near the staircase and retreat in a gloomy manner.

Wuhou Xia's sword is flourishing, as if he wants to split the heavens and the earth.

At this moment, Jiang He once again had a huge sense of powerlessness.

When mortal, she is useless;

When the foundation is built, she is useless;

When Jin Dan, she was still useless.

This step by step, she practiced her body and sword frantically, and practiced spiritual power techniques.

It's all useless.

"You can't hold Master back. ”

Jiang He thought silently in her heart, moving quickly on the stairs, and the sound of the fight became quieter and quieter, until she could no longer hear the sound above.

Suddenly, there was a pain in her dantian, and a relic floated out, and the cracks on it slowly expanded, and finally the cracks covered the entire relic.

Jiang He stretched out his hand to grab it, but the relic flew out of the barrier and into the air.

Suddenly, a person who could not appear here appeared in front of Jiang He.

"Takesheng..."

The man looked at him at a glance, and Jiang He paused suddenly.

"No, no, you're a worry-free senior!"

At this time, Zhusheng's temperament was completely different, he glanced at Jiang He lightly, stretched out his hand to hold the relic, the relic melted in his hand the moment it touched him, and then he disappeared in front of Jiang He's eyes.

Jiang He clearly felt that it was Ning Wuwu! Although he did not wear a monk's robe or shaved his face, at a glance, people knew that he was a monk, because in his eyes was the Buddha's intention to see all things.

However, the person who was almost like a Buddha was rushing towards one person, full of determination and chic.

Jiang He suddenly realized something, "Master... It's Master who is in danger!"

Jiang He quickly returned to the air, but the closer he got closer, the more he felt bad, there was a faint Sanskrit sound in the air, the concentration of water spirit between heaven and earth reached a terrifying concentration, and what was even more terrifying was that the surrounding grievances were gathering rapidly, and the flower print on Jiang He's eyebrows was hot.

Finally, she rushed to the platform, and was greeted by a huge scene she had never seen before:

Wuhou Xia inserted a sword into the head of the oyster, and the sword light was great, the body of the oyster was as black as ink, and countless black substances flowed out of his body, and more black resentment swarmed, and the sword passed to Wuhou Xia's body, dyeing him almost black.

This resentment affected Jiang He, almost making her spiritual power riot.

Behind them was Ning Wuwu, who sat in the clouds, looking at the beasts and people fighting in front of him without sorrow or joy, his hands folded, and he kept reciting Sanskrit sounds that others could not understand.

Sanskrit sound has Buddha power, and Jiang He immediately became much clearer after hearing this Sanskrit sound.

"Master, how are you!!"

Jiang He understood that the situation was not right, and he was anxious.

Wuhou Xia turned his head to look at her, and there was a different color in his eyes.

"Leave at once, and help me get him away. ”

Wuhou Xia's voice was in his ears, Jiang He understood, and ran towards Ning without worry.

Before she could get close to Ning Wuwu, she heard him say to Wuhou Xia, "You and I are both ancient people, why bother with the innocent." ”

Wuhou Xia replied with difficulty, "I failed to cross the tribulation, and I can't be reincarnated, but you are different, you can have a new life." ”

After speaking, he pulled out his sword, and the sword intent was majestic, splitting the black clouds that had been in the sky for a long time.

"I used to disturb you and ask the Buddha to disturb your peace of mind, and I will not disturb you again in this life. ”

Rather worry-free for a while

Jiang He, there is half a piece of soil on the oyster's body, and the energy source is constantly absorbing resentment and anger,"