When everyone was gone, Wen Yi couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, "Pfft."
The gap in realm was really too big. She put her hands around Shen Yu's neck and urged, "Have you sensed the fragment? Please hurry up. If you can't sense it again, I will die."
When the Nascent Soul Realm powerful man took action, Shen Yu suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his head. Broken memories came into his mind like snowflakes, and his brain went blank.
In just this short moment, Wen Yi had already received a slap.
"I'm sorry." The girl in her arms was pale, and bright red blood streaked across the corners of her mouth, dyeing her chest and clothes red.
The color was dazzlingly red.
"Ahem." Severe pain came from his chest. Wen Yi felt as if his ribs were broken. "Stop apologizing. I'm not your responsibility."
She didn't expect help from Shen Yu and had to rely on herself for everything.
I am very grateful to Shen Yu for being able to help Wen Yi in this critical moment.
That group of people was not only because of the Qianyuan Sword fragments, but also because of ‘Lord Lingyuan’.
When she figures out how to deal with that thing, she'll smash that old book to pieces and burn it to ashes.
Shen Yu felt a little confused.
Wen Yi was able to confide in Fu Yu, look at Gu Yanting with admiration, look down on Jiang Huaiyu, understand what Fu Yun did, but was neither salty nor indifferent to herself.
The relationship between them is obviously closer.
It is true that the two of them were at odds with each other at first, but now they are familiar with each other, but Shen Yu feels that their relationship is still so strange.
Wen Yi raised her eyes, her eyes as black as ink met Shen Yu's eyes as bright as stars, and her heart skipped a beat.
The eyes are very fierce.
This... Shen Yu felt strange after entering the ruins of the God War. He wouldn't want to do something to himself.
"We have to find a place to hide." Being held, Wen Yi couldn't take out the White Jade Chiyang Pill from her storage bag to heal her wounds. She pushed Shen Yu and said, "Don't be in a daze."
Maybe it was because of his high cultivation level, or maybe he was used to being surrounded by blood, but the thick blood-colored fog that filled the strange ruins could not cover Shen Yu's eyes.
He held Wen Yi and flew to the deep overflow cave.
Black and red murderous aura condensed in the palm of his hand. As Shen Yu raised his hand, the ghosts living in the cave let out a shrill scream, and the entire cave instantly became empty.
He gently put down the thermometer and suddenly heard a familiar voice:
"Your Highness the Crown Prince."
It's sinking water.
Shen Yu frowned, "You adjust your breathing here, I'll go out for a while."
"Okay." Wen Yi was sweating from the pain. She hurriedly took the White Jade Chiyang Pill, took out the talismans in her storage bag and made a talisman array. She sat in the middle of the array, and then her luck was small, and her breath was vomiting. Na, breath control practice.
The Ruthless Killing Sword has sword moves and sword tactics.
Wen Yi practiced two sets of heart techniques in total.
One set is the Heart-Controlling Art of the Passionate Way. Even if she switches to the Heartless Way, she will not lose her life-saving ability.
The other set is the Supreme Immortal Heart Art, which uses killing to stop killing and violence to stop violence.
The ruins of the God War are full of spiritual power, and the monsters here are much more ferocious than those outside Qingzhou City.
A faint aura lingered around Wen Yi, and a faint silver light emitted from her fingertips. The silver light seemed to be breathing, sometimes bright and sometimes weak, illuminating the dark cave.
Wenyi uses the spiritual power of the whole body, little by little, to circulate throughout the limbs and bones, and finally slowly gathers at the Dantian.
Through internal vision, Wen Yi saw a faint silver glow the size of a soybean in his Dantian. The silver glow flickered and was consistent with his breathing.
Her current cultivation level is in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment Realm, and that soybean-sized thing is the primary source of condensed golden elixir.
If there is no original source, the golden elixir cannot be condensed.
The original source usually only appears at the peak of the foundation building realm. If you have good aptitude and foundation, it can be condensed and formed in the middle stage. When the foundation building realm reaches the late stage, it will absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, grow into a plum-sized size, and turn into a complete golden elixir.
"Huh?"
Wen Yi was surprised to find that there was a faint pink soybean behind the silver root.
She was astonished: "The original source of the golden elixir of love!"
Seeing the familiar Golden Elixir Chuyuan, Wen Yi just felt as if she was in another world.
In her last life, she condensed the original source when she was in the early stage of the foundation building realm.
Although it was a little late in this life, two golden elixir sources were condensed, which surprised and delighted her.
Closing her eyes, Wen Yi spread her hands to connect the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and thought of ruthless killing sword moves in her mind.
There are five types of ruthless killing swords.
The first form: exercise the body and practice the sword, the human sword becomes one, this is the introductory form.
A monk who wields three thousand swords a day and lasts for ten years can achieve the ability to practice swordsmanship, but he cannot condense murderous intent, nor can he experience life and death.
The Merciless Killing Sword is a sword move used to survive from death. Most swordsmen will never be able to achieve the unity of man and sword in their lifetime.
This is the reason why it is so easy to learn the sword moves of Merciless Killing Sword and difficult to get started.
No one would risk death constantly just to practice swordsmanship, except Wen Yi.
The second style: Self-relaxation.
Sword cultivators put aside their dependence on the sword and use their mental skills to refine their sword intentions. They can split mountains and cut rocks at will, with infinite power. The sword in the palm of their hand is like a person in the palm of their hand. They can control their bodies freely and can lead thousands of swords to return to their clan.
The third formula: search up and down.
The sword cultivator encounters a bottleneck and is unable to break through, thus feeling at a loss.
The hands of those who practice the ruthless killing sword are full of blood, and the killing spirit is very strong.
If you cannot control the desire to kill in your heart, it is very easy to give birth to inner demons here.
Kill relatives and friends, kill traffickers and lackeys, kill all the people you don't like, fall into the devil's path, and become an evil sect that harms the other party.
The fourth type: soaring upwards.
Those who constantly break through themselves have their sword pointed at the sky.
Soar up ninety thousand miles, catch the sun and moon, and glimpse the secrets of the sky.
Kill to stop killing, use violence to stop violence, soar up the ladder and reach the top.
The fifth style: Return to nature, and spring will come to the dead tree.
Each move of the Ruthless Killing Sword contains the mood of each realm of swordsmanship.
The mood changes endlessly, and the sword moves are endless.
Wen Yi's current state is in the first form.
The silver light turned into a sharp sword and she swung the sword as she thought, and terrifying sword marks appeared on the mountain wall.
I don't know how long it took, but when Wen Yi woke up, he found that the cave was covered with deep and shallow sword marks.
Countless dead trees and weeds in front of the cave were cut down by the sword energy. Several monsters were lying on the ground, with their bodies lying in pieces. It was obvious that they were injured by Wen Yi's sword energy.
"I don't know what time it is now."
Wen Yi murmured.
The ruins of the God War shrouded in blood mist are visible day and night.
"Shen Yu." Wen Yi called out twice, but when no one answered and she didn't feel his breath, she gave up.
According to Chen Yu's cultivation level, those monks are no match for him.
She stood up, took some food from the storage bag and ate it.
Feeling a stab of pain in his chest, Wen Yi looked down at his chest and thought for a moment, then gave himself a hard slap.
"Click——"
Broken ribs.
Whether it's a fairy sword or a divine sword, it's not as useful as your own life sword.
The Life Sword requires monks to temper it with their own bodies.
"hiss!"
Wen Yi was so painful that she broke into a cold sweat. She crossed her legs and adjusted her breathing, pouring all her spiritual power into the broken rib to temper her life sword.