Silence and fear spread among the two sixth-grade demon cultivators who were chasing after them.
They didn't dare to admit their fear, but they gave up the pursuit in silence.
Zhao Yisu felt the tremor coming from her arm. The chop was painful, but it also almost depleted the spiritual energy storehouse in her body.
The sea was so close, she was so close to freedom, that she couldn't help but raise her head.
The eighth-grade Ji Teng didn't know this, or he didn't care about it if he knew it.
He tore up the void and stepped in front of Zhao Yisu. He flashed in front of Zhao Yisu's raised head like a god of death, and thrust his outstretched devil's palm straight into Zhao Yisu's spiritual sea!
The holy weapon, the demonic holy weapon must be there!
She became so powerful because of the Holy Artifact, that must be it.
The sacred vessel is mine, it is mine!
Zhao Yisu's pupils shrank, and he intuitively felt that he could not avoid it. After all, this was an angry attack from an eighth-level demon cultivator.
But she had no fear and was even surprisingly rational.
She felt that her thoughts were separated from her body, and her soul was floating in a third perspective, so that Ji Teng's crazy movements slowed down in her eyes.
It was slow, but the eighth-level cultivation level could suppress her with her momentum alone, so she had no intention of resisting. She felt that her brain was like a computer, not under her control, and it automatically calculated what would happen in this situation. The most perfect solution.
And all she had to do was execute.
Zhao Yisu looked into the eyes of the demon cultivator calmly, and poured all the remaining spiritual energy stored in the spiritual energy storehouse onto Cang Ji!
She had just sent two souls into Jiang Yunchen's body. All she needed was Cang Ji to take him to escape and break out of the sea.
In this second, Ji Teng's claws had reached her spiritual sea;
In this second, Cang Ji was wagging his tail and flying into the sky. His figure turned into a bolt of lightning and hit the barrier on the sea. It was a bit far and a bit dazzling.
This second was actually not the moment of her death, but Zhao Yisu felt like she was already dead.
Her pupils were calm, and she didn't know that the gaze emanating from her eyes at this moment felt like the gaze of a dead person. It was so cold that Ji Teng, who was standing opposite her, had his heart pounding. It was like seeing a demon. The feeling of soul appeared again.
Ji Teng's fingertips trembled slightly.
Zhao Yisu's head was still calculating rapidly. Since there was no way out, and since he was about to die, it would not be a big loss for him to resist before he died and hurt his opponent a little bit.
So under the shocking attack of the eighth-grade demon cultivator, the fifth-grade female cultivator just blinked calmly, and then raised the Full Moon Sword.
When the sword was unsheathed, a bright and huge crescent shape appeared behind her. This crescent moon looked particularly dazzling in the dim sea water. The cold light of the moon made the female cultivator standing in front of the moon shadow look like a ghost from the underworld, charming and charming. gloomy.
Zhao Yisu didn't know what was happening at this moment. When she decided to raise her knife to fight back, she suddenly felt a strange power.
This power does not come from the spiritual energy warehouse that has been burned out in the system, nor does it come from her spiritual sea that has been exhausted long ago, but from the Full Moon Sword itself.
It was as if the knife had grabbed her hand and wouldn't let go, leading her forward.
This sea water, this demonic energy, everything that wants to tear it apart and devour it, will become its dead souls under the knife, and it will be reshaped as all of this is broken, and it will scream for new life.
The sword spirit has awakened.
"Bang——!"
Ji Teng's hand stabbed into her abdomen, and the knife fell at the same time.
Zhao Yisu heard a cry of pain in her ears, and she couldn't react. She secretly said that it was me who was pierced through the spiritual sea. What's your name, a demon cultivator?
Then she lowered her dull eyes and saw the demon cultivator's right hands broken off on her abdomen.
Ji Teng looked at the severed hand in horror, a little crazy, his eyes were also red, he lost control of his mind, and desperately reached out for his left hand.
Even if there is only one hand left, he will dissect this female cultivator alive today to get the Huntian Eye!
There was a sound of something being broken above the head, and the shattering movement set off a huge wave. The wave was transmitted to the water. The sudden and powerful force swept the two people away, inadvertently resolving the problem that Ji Teng wanted to reach out. The second move.
Even the eighth-grade Ji Teng couldn't stand firm in this huge wave.
As for Zhao Yisu, she was even more unable to resist and allowed herself to become a duckweed, tossed high by the waves——
"Crash!!!"
The sound of the water reached her ears clearly, and the sound of the waves was even a bit harsh, waking her up from her daze.
The barrier on the sea surface was shattered by Cang Ji!
She was already sitting on the back of the Brontosaurus.
It was Jiang Yunchen who took Cang Ji and fished her up from the bottom of the sea.
Zhao Yisu was caught off guard and fell into the night sky above his head. He saw the stars and the moon appearing in the last darkness before dawn, and they were a bit eye-catching.
Jiang Yunchen: "Zhao Yisu!"
This low cry suddenly brought her back to her senses from the stars and the night, and along with it came the extreme pain.
She pulled out the hand that was severed from her spiritual sea with her backhand, and threw it heavily into the sea. Veins bulged on her neck, and her whole body was shaking with pain.
Jiang Yunchen was not much better than her. Their fate charts were so weak that they could collapse at any time, so much so that Cang Ji, who felt the aura of death, also trembled.
"Zhao Yisu!"
Jiang Yunchen called her again and held hers with his cold hands, fearing that she would disappear.
"Hold on, I won't let you die."
His tone was so firm that no one would doubt the credibility of his words.
After saying this, he sent the two souls back into Zhao Yisu's body.
Zhao Yisu struggled for a while. Jiang Yunchen was afraid that she would fall off the dragon's back, so he held on tighter. As a result, he heard her gasping with difficulty: "It hurts..."
Jiang Yunchen lowered his head, and there was a smooth touch on the hands the two of them were holding each other. It was the blood on Zhao Yisu's hand.
He quickly let go and wanted to grab her somewhere else, but there was no part of her arms or body that was not injured?
In fact, Jiang Yunchen himself didn't give in too much, and even had only one eye to barely gain sight. But his one eye only fell on Zhao Yisu, as if the wounds he saw were more painful than every part of his body.
There was a strong aura of demonic cultivators coming from behind, and it was the furious eighth-level man who was catching up.
Jiang Yunchen calmly took out the Huntian Tong.
However, he did not unlock the seal on the magic weapon. He just held up the Heavenly Eye to let the demon cultivator see that the magic weapon was in his hand. Then he jumped up from the dragon's back and rushed into the sky. There were three The place where Zujinwu watches the battle.
These few cultivators were fighting, including those at the eighth level, so the Three-Legged Golden Crow didn't want to get involved. It just wanted to find its enemy.
It didn't expect that a mere fifth-grade monk would dare to rush towards it.
The three-legged golden crow roared in disgust, and the eighth-grade monster roared. The pressure mixed with it was enough to make Jiang Yunchen, who was at the end of his crossbow, fall from a high altitude.
But he didn't.
Although his figure was already shaky, the firmness in his eyes was unquestionable.
The cry of the eighth-level monster was like a sharp blade cutting his already fragile nerves, but it couldn't hurt any more anyway, so he was fearless.
There was only a little blood left on his face, and his pale face was like a ghost. When it broke through the clouds in the dark night, it was fragile and powerful. The figure was set off by the huge body of the three-legged golden crow, which was more powerful than a moth flying into a flame. heroic.
