1587. Chapter 1587 Traveling through thousands of years, only with you 29
The nine-star map quickly shrank and condensed into nine stars of different colors, forming a row in the mid-air.
Zi Tong raised her left hand, and nine stars quickly gathered around her, forming a dazzling nine-color ball of light.
A look of extreme fear appeared on the Demon God's face.
The power of the Nine Stars Lianzhu was still fresh in his memory.
Thousands of years ago, Beichen used this trick, which almost caused him to lose his soul.
Turning around, the demon fled desperately.
With his toes lightly tapping on the ground, Zi Tong's body suddenly rose up from the ground. With both palms spitting out, the huge nine-colored ball of light rushed towards the demon god's back.
At the same time, her body was already emitting a soft silver light.
Her body seemed to suddenly turn into a moon.
At this moment, Zi Tong finally broke through the last step of becoming a god and stepped into the realm of true god.
Soft silver light overflowed from her body and fell silently, wrapping Beichen, Ye Weiyang, Zitu, Luo Jia...all on the ground.
There was a huge earthquake in the sky and the earth, and the nine-colored ball of light hit the demon god's back, and the demon god's body was instantly swallowed up by the light.
The divine form will all be destroyed.
The people wrapped in the moonlight with purple eyes were all safe and sound.
Turning around, Zi Tong slowly fell back to the ground, walked up to Beichen, bent down and touched his face.
His face was very pale, but his skin was very warm.
"It's great that you are still alive."
She uttered six words tiredly, then leaned over and fell on top of him.
Next to his ear, right on his chest, he could hear his heartbeat. Although it was a little weak and slow, it was very steady.
Her fingers grasped the hem of his clothes, Zi Tong closed her eyes and fainted.
"Purple Eyes!"
When everyone saw this, they all exclaimed and rushed forward.
＊＊＊Ni-tian-xiao-kuang-hou＊＊＊
Half a month later.
Zhongzhou, Beijia.
In the Chinese room, Beichen sat cross-legged on the bed, holding Zi Tong who was still in a coma in his arms.
At this moment, he was still wearing the dirty old clothes, and her fingers were still grasping the hem of his clothes. Although she had been unconscious for half a month, her palms had never let go.
Beichen took the cotton towel handed over by the servant and gently wiped Zi Tong's face on the pillow. He noticed that a piece of her hair was stuck to her forehead, and he carefully separated her hair with his fingers.
With soft footsteps, Bei Shuihan and Mrs. Qingyou walked in.
Behind them were Mr. Baicao and Lao Songtou, and Aunt Hua followed them. Ye Weiyang, Zitu, Luo Jia and others stayed in the outer room waiting for news.
This has become a daily routine. Every morning, Mr. Baicao and Lao Songtou will come to help Zitong and Beichen take their pulses and heal their injuries to determine their physical condition.
Beichen carefully took out Zi Tong's left arm from the quilt and brought it to the two of them.
Raising his hand to cover her, Mr. Baicao carefully felt Zi Tong's pulse.