C186 (1/2)
Hum, the sad sword is quietly suspended in front of Hong Ling's body, turning into a powerful sword array, guarding him. Now that the God of sorrow is very close to the sacred objects, he naturally has his own mind. Although the barrier it actively released was not comparable to that of the Yan Huang Emperor's mirror, it was also enough to block the attack below the holy land for him.
Xia Yan with blood rose refining God also empty friar, quickly rushed to Hongling side, standing outside the sad God sword array, looking at him eagerly. Each of them knew that Hong Ling was very strong, but they didn't expect that he could kill the saint after using the bottom card.
With such a powerful force, Hongling can not stay in the red rose pirate regiment. But the boy stayed all the time, and escorted them all the way to the depths of the dead sea, so that everyone was grateful.
This time, Hongling and the strongmen of the holy land of xuexiao shelter are fighting each other. Everyone knows the danger. But for the blood rose's only person, he still chose to be the enemy with the strongman of holy land, which made Xia Yan and others full of bad taste. If only they had the cultivation of the holy land, at least they could fight with him.
Xia Yan looks at the scarred xuexiao shelter and some of the remaining monks at this time. Her heart is full of bitterness. This is the living situation of the dead sea of the nether world. Perhaps the powerful force today may disappear in the quicksand at the next moment. Even though she had lived in the dead sea for a long time, she was still in awe of it.
All of them exuded powerful Qi, and kept Hong Ling in it. They looked at the remaining monks who gradually gathered outside the xuexiao shelter. Their eyes were full of killing intention. If these guys were not greedy for the magic tools of blood rose members, why should they make such a scene. For the sake of ten magic weapons, it even led to the fall of the four strongmen of the holy land, and also led to the death of other friars. Sometimes, greed is the original sin.
Hong Ling's body overdrawn badly this time. He borrowed the power of emperor's utensil for a long time. No matter how strong he was, he was hurt. Although it has not yet hurt the foundation, but also let him faint. If you want to recover completely, I'm afraid it will take a long time. However, if you want to wake up, it is not difficult.
His body's self recovery function, far beyond the ordinary people, is slowly gathering strong vitality. These vitality place, will Hong Ling's dark injury slowly recovers. This process is neither long nor short. However, outside the blood cloud shelter, anything could happen.
Blood rose people protect him, is to hope that he can wake up earlier. Because there are still a lot of friars in xuexiao shelter. If these monks were determined to kill a faint strongman of the holy land, they would be very easy.
However, Hongling still had the power to kill the four holy places, and the monks of xuexiao shelter did not dare to act rashly. If you die in xuexiao shelter, I'm afraid that some friends of the master will come directly to the door to discuss a statement.
Most of the friends of the strongmen are holy places. And a master of refining utensils in holy land knows how many friends he has in holy land. Without the shelter of xuexiao supported by the four holy places, there is no right to speak in front of any holy land. At this time, they not only can't let Hong Ling die, but also must make sure that he won't be hurt before he wakes up.
”A few blood rose's friends, these things are the things that the people of xuexiao shelter took before, and now I will return them to you!” A friar who practises Xu He Dao slowly comes over and puts Xia Yan's magic tools and the space ring taken away before them in front of the public.
”A few people, the previous offence is that I didn't wait. Please say something nice after this adult wakes up and let me wait!” A monk of lianxu Hedao, who looked a little fat, said with some trepidation. He looked at the sad sword in front of Hong Ling, and his eyes were full of awe.
Such a powerful magic weapon is very difficult for him to break through the barrier it supports. Moreover, even the super strong man who can kill the third hijacking holy land can hardly afford any thoughts. In the dead sea of the nether world, the strong always have the highest right to speak. The weak can only choose between death and submission. It's still the best case, and most of the time, they don't even have the right to choose.
Whether it is death or submission, in the dark sea of death, the weak have always been unable to help themselves. The only thing they could do was to pray and pray that God would give them a chance to live. Or, they can only be forced to choose stronger, step by step to get rid of their sad fate.
Xia Yan and others are silent to take back their own things, but did not open their mouth to agree or refuse. They can't make decisions. Only when Hong Ling wakes up does he know how to deal with these people. However, they did not dare to go too far. There were many monks practicing Xu and he Dao in the xuexiao shelter. Once these people are suddenly in trouble, those who are afraid of blood rose will die here.
In the long darkness, Hong Ling seemed to see a man dancing alone on the sea. As can be seen from her clothes, this is a young woman. Her whole body, lingering this layer of light vapor, in the moonlight, dancing in the wind. Distant songs, flying out of her thin lips, curled between heaven and earth.
On the sparkling water, a huge sea animal opened its eyes quietly, as if listening to the beautiful Yuefu. The cold moonlight falls in its warm eyes, which are like two huge night pearls. An old ship, slowly emerging from the bottom of the sea, countless happy mermaids, should be singing with women on the ship.All this, however, was soon blurred. A mist, slowly rising, will cover everything.
The sea in the fog into the dead sea, the ship quietly decayed between the gravel. Mermaid has become a dead bone, countless blood gas, in this dry sea is filled with. Hong Ling even heard the sobbing of the sea creatures, and heard the Mermaids Singing sad songs.
At the end of the fog, the woman quietly turned back and gave him a smile. So between heaven and earth, thunder suddenly rises. With a roar, the boy's eyebrows trembled and opened his eyes.
”Wake up, three masters wake up!” Wang Dazhui yelled, but Hongling slowly stood up and looked at the crowd pale.
How long have I been sleeping Hong Ling asked. He had such a strange dream just now. It's really puzzling. Is it because I am too tired that I have hallucinations? But the dream is not real, and how to hallucinate?