Outside the Sixiang Sect, Wen Zhiming and others were flying to the Ambergris River when their bodies suddenly froze.
Their heads couldn't help but look to the sky.
On the distant skyline, milky white spiritual power rolled in like a giant wave.
"That...that's the spiritual tide!"
The Qinglong's aura suddenly spread to every corner of the Four Symbol Sect.
In the belly of Hushan, a pair of flawless white eyes suddenly opened.
In the Suzaku Mountain, the Suzaku flame that had been extinguished for many years suddenly burst into flames.
"The seal of Qinglong has been released!"
Once its seal is released, spiritual power from thousands of miles around will surge in.
Sixiang Sect, located in the center, will usher in a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
In the center of the spiritual tide, the speed of monks' cultivation will increase hundreds of times.
White Tiger and Suzaku also saw the hope of freedom.
In less than a moment, Qinglong will return to its ancient power.
At that time, it could easily break the seals between White Tiger and Suzaku.
In the sky of Sixiang Sect, Wen Zhiming's voice spread to every corner.
"Order! All disciples, immediately retreat! Welcome this great opportunity!"
Then, he raised his eyes and looked at the three people around him, and said: "The four of us, each guarding his own side, must protect the safety of the sect while practicing!"
"yes!"
...
In the cave, Lin Xiaowan looked at the ink-colored wings that fell in her hands.
When I got this thing, it was smooth and soft.
She gently caressed...
"Ah!" Lin Xiaowan suddenly exclaimed.
Jiang Xiaoyu hurriedly ran over, "What's wrong?"
Lin Xiaowan grimaced, spread her palms and said, "This wing feels extremely soft, but for some reason, it actually scratched my hand just now!"
"Huh?" Jiang Xiaoyu could clearly see that the blood stains on the feathers were squirming...
This scene reminded him of the ring left by the cook and the time when he recognized himself as the master.
"Good thing!" Jiang Xiaoyu grabbed Lin Xiaowan's hand and pressed it on his wings.
"You...what are you doing?" Being grabbed by those strong hands, Lin Xiaowan's face instantly turned red.
She tweaked her body, feeling a little shy for a moment.
Jiang Xiaoyu didn't pay that much attention. He hurriedly explained: "These wings may be a treasure. The treasure recognizes its owner and needs the owner's blood!"
"It hurts!" Lin Xiaowan frowned and complained.
"Be patient and it will pass!"
"It really hurts!" Lin Xiaowan couldn't help but show a painful expression on her face. Jiang Xiaoyu looked up, but in an instant, her face turned extremely pale.
He quickly pressed his fingers between her eyebrows.
"That's wrong!" Jiang Xiaoyu could clearly feel that Lin Xiaowan's life was passing quickly.
But the pair of wings became extremely bright.
The ink-colored patterns are actually flowing slowly.
"Could it be that this thing is too powerful and requires too much blood and essence to recognize its master?"
Before Jiang Xiaoyu fully understood the situation, Lin Xiaowan's body softened and she collapsed on top of him.
But even though she fainted, her body was still trembling.
Seeing Lin Xiaowan's breath of life passing quickly, Jiang Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel nervous.
He was so cruel that he bit his own wrist and brought it to Lin Xiaowan's mouth.
Perhaps grabbing the life-saving straw at once, Lin Xiaowan frantically sucked Jiang Xiaoyu's blood.
After just a few breaths, Jiang Xiaoyu felt that the scene in front of him was a little erratic. He shook his head vigorously, and then looked at Lin Xiaowan who was no longer shaking, and couldn't help gritting his teeth and persisting.
Gradually, Jiang Xiaoyu felt that his eyelids were very heavy, and a feeling of sleepiness came over him.
For the first time in many years, he felt so sleepy.
At this time, he was extremely pale.
"No! Why did this little girl suck so much of my blood? Is there something weird about these wings..."
As he said this, Jiang Xiaoyu wanted to pull out his wrist, but what he didn't expect was that there seemed to be a strange force in Lin Xiaowan's mouth. At this time, he himself was extremely weak.
The energy in his body was passing away rapidly, but Jiang Xiaoyu was still unable to free his wrist.
"It's over..."
Finally, Jiang Xiaoyu could no longer hold on, and his body became as soft as mud.
Time ticked by, and Qinglong's nose gradually began to breathe weakly.
After an unknown amount of time, Lin Xiaowan felt extremely sore all over her body, and she slowly opened her eyes.
"Huh?" She felt the smell of blood in her mouth, and then she realized that Jiang Xiaoyu's wrist was still in her mouth.
"Ah!" She sat up suddenly and hugged Jiang Xiaoyu's hand.
At this time, his whole body was as white as a piece of paper.
The broken blood vessels at her wrist seemed empty. Feeling the residual taste in her mouth, Lin Xiaowan instantly realized that almost all of Jiang Xiaoyu's blood had reached her body.
"Jiang Xiaoyu!" Lin Xiaowan shook Jiang Xiaoyu's body vigorously, but how could Jiang Xiaoyu, who had almost lost all his blood and essence, still be conscious?
Lin Xiaowan tore off her Taoist robe and quickly bandaged the wound on Jiang Xiaoyu's hand.
"Jiang Xiaoyu...you, don't scare me!"
Lin Xiaowan touched Jiang Xiaoyu's forehead with her hand, and instantly she retracted her hand.
Cold! Biting cold!
This is the coldness that only dead things can have!
"Why are you so stupid?"
Lin Xiaowan couldn't help but recall Jiang Xiaoyu pressing her hands on the wings before she fell into coma.
"What treasure, I don't care!"
"But...but why are you doing this?"
"It's all your fault! It's all your fault! You smart-ass bastard!"
Saying that, Lin Xiaowan weakly slapped Jiang Xiaoyu twice.
"Wake up quickly! Wake up quickly!"
However, the only thing that responded to her was the echoes that constantly stirred and disappeared in the empty cave.
She looked around and saw that no one could help her in this place!
"Qinglong! Senior Qinglong!"
Lin Xiaowan dragged her body towards Qinglong and knelt down with all her strength.
He hit his forehead on the ground, and within a moment, blood was dripping from his forehead.
However, no matter how she knelt down and worshiped, Qinglong still didn't respond at all.
What she didn't notice was that Jiang Xiaoyu's feet had some signs of melting into mud.
Lin Xiaowan rushed back with pear blossoms and hugged Jiang Xiaoyu's head tightly.
She cried more violently.
Because, she found that Jiang Xiaoyu in her arms was as big as ice.
At this moment, she couldn't care about anything else.
Lin Xiaowan pulled off Jiang Xiaoyu's Taoist robe, revealing his pale skin.
Then, the clothes gradually opened, the heat faced the cold, and they hugged each other tightly.
Lin Xiaowan's tears fell down her cheeks.
Hot tears, at the edge where the two bodies met, raised a mist that was difficult to see with the naked eye.
"Jiang Xiaoyu!"
"Jiang Xiaoyu!"
Lin Xiaowan sobbed and kept murmuring in Jiang Xiaoyu's ear.
In an instant, she seemed to realize something.
She punched herself in the chest.
"Um!"
After a short groan, the four soft lips touched together.
But now Jiang Xiaoyu is already dead.
Helplessly, Lin Xiaowan used her tongue hard to open a slight gap.
The hot blood flowed into Jiang Xiaoyu's body, and his body gradually gained a hint of warmth.
Suddenly, Lin Xiaowan felt a stinging pain in her vest.
A strange feeling flowed throughout my body.
In the world of her soul, she seemed to see a pair of ink-colored wings slowly growing out of her body.
The pain became more and more severe. Lin Xiaowan clenched her teeth and hugged Jiang Xiaoyu hard.
At this time, the skin on her back was crawling crazily.
The bones are constantly shifting.
However, even so, she tried not to faint.
He endured it, not letting his body leave Jiang Xiaoyu.
Because she knew that a moment more warmth would give Jiang Xiaoyu more hope of survival.
"ah!"
With a roar, the stones on the top of the immediate space began to peel off.
Suddenly, a stone as big as a house fell with a crash.
Under the stone, it was Lin Xiaowan and Jiang Xiaoyu.
However, when Lin Xiaowan looked up, it was already too late.
The boulder was three or two steps away from them.
"No!"
Suddenly, a pair of ink-colored wings suddenly opened on Lin Xiaowan's back.
The wings tightly protected their bodies.
The wings looked extremely soft, but after the boulder touched them, Lin Xiaowan didn't feel the slightest impact.
The wings of Jumang's shadow protected the young lives beneath him.
And when the wings spread out, they no longer belonged to Ju Mang's shadow, but to Lin Xiaowan.
At this moment, the wings seemed to become part of her body.
Ancient and obscure language poured into Lin Xiaowan's mind.
Of course, most of the information was difficult for her to understand.