The three-foot journey seemed so long at this moment.
Dozens or hundreds of venomous snakes rushed up from the cracks in the ground everywhere, spitting venom at Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen used "Space Distortion" to defend himself, but he was unable to resist it in all directions. Sporadic venom splashed onto his body, seeping into his clothes and corroding his body, making him groan uncontrollably.
The true energy in his body could not prevent the penetration of toxins, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. The figure of the flute player not far away is like a spot of light in the water, spreading in the sparkling ripples and gradually disappearing...
Are you going to sleep here?
No, of course not!
Chiyang is still fighting outside! I will never let him down!
Even if you die, I will drag you to hell with me!
With a breath stuck in his chest, Jiang Chen's consciousness gathered again, and he felt something hot in his chest, burning his skin.
——It was the jade pendant he had hidden in his arms, shining brightly at this moment!
A warm force then poured into Jiang Chen's chest.
Jiang Chen's vision became clear again, and he looked at the flute player with an angry look on his face. There seemed to be something clanking on the altar, wanting to burst out, but he couldn't help but feel unhappy.
Like a sword with a hidden edge, pity and fighting spirit still scream into the box!
Jiang Chen gathered all the remaining divine energy on his fingers, completely abandoned his resistance to the poison, aimed at the position of the flute player, and activated the fifth-level magical power that he had never understood but seemed to be instinctive.
By gathering all my life's strength and at the cost of my life, I can always leave some traces in the world...
Space - scars!
The space was twisted to the extreme and torn apart.
The scar of the crack continued to expand, turning into a cold wave of light that spread like a cold moon.
The halo is beautiful and stunning, but it also symbolizes despair and death.
The solid halo of light tore from it, and the protective barrier was as fragile as a piece of paper in front of this glow.
The flute player lowered his head in confusion. Countless spiderweb-like black lines suddenly appeared on the black robe, like cracks on the mirror, and then after a brief silence, they fell apart.
The dry limbs were scattered together, but there was no trace of blood.
Jiang Chen lowered his head and looked at the body of the flute player in front of him, feeling that all the strength in his body was drained away.
"Boom!" He knelt on the ground and supported his upper body with his hands, fighting for his last breath not to fall down.
'I'm so unwilling! This young master's life has just begun. He has not yet become famous all over the world. He has not yet appeared on the "List of Heroes", but he has to die inexplicably in such a ghost place...'
'What's more important is that I'm still a boy! Both lives! '
'I can't die here! '
His consciousness became faint, and Miss Gao's shout beside him became distant:
"Hey, Jiang Chen, don't die! Come and help me unlock the chains! Don't scare me! Hey! Hey..."
Finally, his right hand could no longer hold on, and Jiang Chen fell to the ground, his consciousness falling into a dark whirlpool.
In the empty world, he couldn't feel the passage of the world, and his soul was drifting. After an unknown amount of time, a burning pain suddenly sucked his soul into his body.
"Xiao Jiang, wake up..."
Before he even opened his eyes, he felt a stream of hot liquid flowing through his body, seeping into his lungs. His limbs were in pain as if on fire, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.
Jiang Chen felt like he was in a sea of blazing fire, and the heat penetrated his whole body, like a live fish being fried.
"So hot..." He hummed, finding that his voice was extremely weak, and the air exhaled from his mouth was also hot white smoke.
Reluctantly raising his eyelids, he saw a familiar face squatting in front of him, smiling down at him.
"Chiyang...I'm not dead?"
"I almost snatched you back from hell." Chiyang's voice was extremely hoarse.
His face also had many wrinkles, and his eyes no longer had the firm and honest look of the past, as if he had aged dozens of years in a short period of time.
"Thank you very much... But what are you doing, you're burning me to death..." Jiang Chen wanted to stand up, but found that his limbs were weak, so he had to continue to endure the torment of the fire.
"It's my blood." Chiyang's smile was filled with a little bitterness, "I pour the boiling blood into your body. Only in this way can the toxins in your body be eliminated."
"Won't you lose too much blood like this? It's so hot..." Jiang Chen said, feeling that the fire ignited from inside his body was about to burn his whole body to ashes, and his consciousness became a little groggy again.
In the delusion that my soul is about to take flight, the hot feeling seems to be gradually leaving me.
Jiang Chen closed his heavy eyelids and his consciousness became ethereal.
Perhaps as the Buddhists say, if you can escape the sea of suffering after death, it will probably not be so uncomfortable...
"Xiao Jiang, don't sleep, I have something to tell you!" Chiyang's hurried and hoarse voice called Jiang Chen back from his ethereal mood, "You are not out of danger yet, you must cheer up, otherwise... maybe... I’ll never wake up again!”
Chiyang's words made Jiang Chen wake up a lot. He opened his eyes with difficulty, licked his dry lips, and whispered: "Water, is there any water?"
"There's no water. Just hold on and you'll be fine."
"Oh, so thirsty..."
Chi Yang patted his back, was silent for a while, and whispered: "There is something I want to tell you."
"Say it."
"I'm dying."
Jiang Chen was stunned, and it took him a long time to figure out the meaning of this sentence with his groggy brain.
His heart seemed to be grabbed hard by an invisible hand. He didn't know where he got the strength to sit up and said, "Are you kidding me?"
"Don't move!" Chi Yang quickly pressed his shoulder with his left hand.
Only then did Jiang Chen realize that Chiyang's right wrist was close to his chest, and blood was flowing out, seeping into his wounds that were eroded by toxins. The hot and burning power that Jiang Chen felt originated from here!
Jiang Chen asked eagerly: "Why? To save me? No, please take your hand away quickly, I don't need your help!"
"Don't get excited, calm down, listen to me..." Chiyang said in a hoarse voice, "In the battle just now, I exhausted too much energy. I have run out of fuel and the vitality of my internal organs has been cut off. Even if I don't save you, I will definitely Can not go back……"
"How could this happen?" Jiang Chen clenched his fists and dug his nails into his flesh.
Chi Yang continued: "So I pass on my blood to you, not only to remove your snake venom, but also to give you the power of a crazy blood warrior. This is the secret technique of our crazy blood clan. Through the ritual of "blood filling", The boiling blood can be passed down from generation to generation. From now on, you will be able to have the physique, strength, and speed of a crazy blood warrior, and even be able to break through the limits of the mundane world and step into the legendary realm of Xuan Gang... You know, kid, I actually had this idea before, but I didn't To think that this day has come so quickly. "
"I……"
"Don't cry, you have inherited the boiling blood, you must be a strong man! Boy, you have amazing martial arts talent, but you are limited by your innate physical condition, so you have been trapped in the second-level "sloughing" state. Today I will remove this weakness for you. It won't take long for you to become famous all over the world and be on the "List of Heroes"! This is your dream, and it is also my dream. Can you help me realize it? "
"I...can definitely do it!"
"The power of boiling blood comes at the cost of overdrafting life, so the lifespan of a mad blood warrior is always very short. But as a god-refining monk who practices the way of life, you must have a way to make up for this." Chiyang Weiwei With a smile, his voice began to grow deeper, "I have a younger brother named Chi Luo. He ran away from home when he was seven years old. It's been almost ten years now. Calculating, he is about the same age as you, and he should have grown into a stand-up man. . If you meet him one day, bring him this ring on my hand."
"Okay, I will definitely find him!"
"Also, I have one more request."
"You said, as long as I can do it..."
"Forgive Lao Jing! Don't blame him, don't seek revenge on them! Life and death are just an empty dream in the end. This is my fate. There is no need to resent others. I hope you will forgive the sins of the Two Wolf Hunting Group, and you can promise me ?"
Jiang Chen clenched his fists involuntarily, hesitated for a moment, saw Chiyang's sad eyes, and finally nodded. "I promise you I won't embarrass them."
"That's good, I have nothing to worry about..." Chiyang's right hand slowly pulled away from Jiang Chen's chest and hung on his lap, as if he was sitting in a Zen posture.
When Jiang Chen saw this scene, he couldn't bear it anymore and lowered his head to wipe away the tears from his eyes.
When he looked up again, he found that Chiyang had stopped breathing and was sitting as still as a clay sculpture. He had passed away.
Jiang Chen slowly bent down and covered his face with his hands, his shoulders shaking rhythmically.
This sense of helpless frustration, the powerlessness of watching his best friend pass away, and the sense of emptiness and loss deeply tortured his soul.
This moment was the most lonely and painful moment in Jiang Chen's life.
