372. Chapter 372 Secret of the Imperial Tomb Fourteen
Just as he was speaking, the formation collapsed.
Long Qingyue only felt the sky beneath her feet, and a cold wind blew from below, as if coming from ancient times, with a faint desolate atmosphere.
Her body fell downwards involuntarily. She grabbed Nangong Yun's shoulder with one hand and kicked in the air, trying to find a foothold and fly up with the help of the power of the air.
A touch of red clothes floated from above, and Shen Ce's handsome and evil face magnified in front of his eyes, "Xiaoyue, since you are here, come with me. Hell will be more interesting with you."
As soon as he finished speaking, his palms fell, and surging power struck towards Long Qingyue.
If Long Qingyue were alone, she could definitely avoid it and run away. But she took Nangong Yun with her... If she dodged to the left, the shadow of her palm would fall on Nangong Yun, who was unconscious with a broken arm, and she would definitely die. If she were to dodge to the right and get hit by Shen Ce, there would be no chance of escaping.
Damn it, Shen Ce had calculated that Nangong Yun had saved her life, and she would not leave him alone.
Long Qingyue's eyes suddenly turned cold, and her body descended rapidly, falling towards the black abyss below.
Endless darkness surged in and swallowed her up instantly.
The cold wind whizzed by my ears, and I didn't know how deep the abyss was. The mental power surged out, Han Guang came out of the sheath silently, and floated at the soles of Long Qingyue's feet. He used his mental power to explore how far away he was from the ground, and at the same time used his mental power to control it. Flying down with a lightsaber in hand.
After a while, Long Qingyue helped Nangong Yun reach the land safely.
As soon as the Hanguang Sword was retracted, his whole body's aura immediately disappeared, and he shrank into the darkness, motionless.
There was silence all around, no sound, only the wind blowing quietly and slightly cool.
I don't know what kind of space this is, I don't know how big this space is, and I don't know which corner Shen Ce is in. Unable to sense Shen Ce's breath, Long Qingyue took a slight breath.
He reached out and took out a pill from the Najie and fed it into Nangong Yun's mouth. He sat cross-legged and poured spiritual power into Nangong Yun's body to help him digest and absorb the medicinal properties inside.
Being injured by Shen Ce's spiritual weapon is not a simple injury, so it must be dealt with as soon as possible.
Although she didn't like Nangong Yun, he saved her, and she remembered this favor.
After a while, Long Qingyue took back her hand and wiped the sweat from her forehead. After a night of non-stop fighting and high vigilance, she consumed a lot of spiritual power and energy. After sitting down, she felt a little tired. .
Grabbing a few Qi-boosting pills and putting them into her mouth, she closed her eyes and began to meditate. In this unknown darkness, there may be many unknown dangers hidden. Now she must regain her strength as soon as possible before she can continue to fight with Shen Ce. , so that he can take Nangong Yun out of here alive.
I don’t know how much time passed, but in the darkness, a pair of gentle hands seemed to touch her face, pointing at her face, as gentle as the spring breeze in April. Long Qingyue slowly opened her eyes, revealing a handsome and sparse face. Appearing in sight, it looks like a blue bird flying over the clouds.
The voice murmured, doting and gentle, "Qingyue..."
"Qin Lieyan." There was a hint of confusion in Long Qingyue's eyes. At this moment, a painful cry came from beside her. Long Qingyue turned around and saw a white, transparent and formless thing hissing. Looking at Nangong Yun's broken arm, the wound that had stopped bleeding started bleeding again.
And the thing seemed to be sucking happily. It seemed to sense Long Qingyue's gaze. It raised its head and glared at Long Qingyue, revealing its cold red pupils.
