"Old Scorpion, you'd better submit your soul obediently. Maybe I can let you die more happily."
There was still no seriousness in the old man's words. The death he was talking about was not a simple death, but a real death where the soul flew away. From then on, there would be no more death like the Scorpion King in this world.
For a person who has been waiting for resurrection for who knows how many years, how can he be willing to accept this?
But now it has reached the end of its strength. The Scorpion King has long ago lost his soul magic power, and now it has almost dispersed.
He even felt that the soul of the owner of this vampire body was slowly waking up.
This is not a good thing.
Therefore, the phantom remnant soul of the Scorpion King had no extra energy to deal with the old man at this moment. Most of his experience was spent on strengthening his soul on Ace's body, so that Ace's
The body will not be snatched back immediately.
If he is snatched back now, the Scorpion King will truly lose.
Without the support of Ace's vampire body, this remnant soul, which was already dilapidated and still losing its magical power, was nothing and counted as nothing.
The old man doesn't need to expend much effort at all now. He only needs to collect the beast souls to eat, drive away the vampire bats that have become less and less, and then stand leisurely on the formation, slowly absorbing the
The magical power absorbed by the formation is constantly flowing through the Scorpion King.
Moreover, this old man was extremely wretched. He used this formation to absorb the power of the remnant soul of the Scorpion King. Even when he was sleeping, the Scorpion King himself was not aware of it. He only knew that the magic in his body was losing, and he only knew that he could not recover it.
Little did he know that all those magics had gone into the old man's belly.
You can guess it by looking at the old man's radiant appearance.
As Shang Yu held Rong Xiyue, the cracking speed of the ground in front of him also slowed down, and the darkness in the sky seemed to be slowly dissipating. While he was holding Rong Xiyue, he also noticed something was wrong.
The body that was once warm is now slowly cooling down.
"Xiaoyue?"
Shang Yu reached out and lifted Rong Xiyue's face, and then he saw Rong Xiyue's pale face and the black things moving under the skin of his cheeks.
The black thing was no stranger to him.
In a blink of an eye, Yun Yu also saw something on Rong Xiyue's face, and his calm expression changed, as if he was surprised.
I'm afraid he didn't even think of it. He took it for granted that the blood of the elves would be able to withstand the excessive darkness. Lu Liang's idea was wrong.
"The meridians are breaking."
Shang Yu touched several important meridians and acupuncture points of Rong Xiyue, raised his head and said in a cold tone.
Yun Yu is from the Temple of Light, and his light healing skills are unparalleled in the world. Unfortunately, Yun Yu's current body may not be able to support the consumption of treating Rong Xiyue.
He has enough light power, but he does not have a strong enough body to control it.
"Holy Son, this Miss Rong seems to be going crazy!"
Even the two attendants beside Yun Yu saw the clues and sounded slightly worried.
Seeing this, Shang Yu raised his head and glared at Yun Yu fiercely. However, Yun Yu was not frightened, but the two attendants around him were shocked.
I have never seen such a colorful look on the face of the National Preceptor. Think about it, the National Preceptor is always tender when facing Xiaoji, and calm when facing other people. This time
, but it was because Miss Xiyue showed such a colorful expression, facing the Holy Son of the Bright Temple...
No matter from any aspect, it is surprising.
"It seems that the Holy Son of the Holy Temple of Light sometimes makes miscalculations."
Not only that, Shang Yu also said sarcastically to Yun Yu openly and openly, while placing Rong Xiyue next to the tree behind him.
The tree behind him is probably the only tree in the fire courtyard that has not been destroyed.
The black texture on Rong Xiyue's face seems to be increasing continuously, and the mark in the middle of her forehead has also gone from being faintly visible to now almost never disappearing.
Let her entire face rapidly switch between evil and light.
Shang Yu knows some healing skills, but compared to the healing skills of the elves and the light healing skills of the Holy Son of Light, they are nothing and not enough to deal with the toxins caused by so much evil magic in Rong Xiyue's body.
.
This kind of magic must either be eliminated by the pure power of elves, or it must be dissolved by the power of light as opposed to dark magic.
Then gradually return to normal.
Seeing Rong Xiyue's current situation, the elves in her space ring who had been staying obediently couldn't sit still.
This is their noble elven saint. The saint is in trouble at this time, and the elves are born with healing power. Even if everyone's healing level is different, if so many of them work together to eliminate the saint,
, it must be possible.
However, Rong Xiyue's consciousness is now sealed, and the space ring is sealed subconsciously.
Even if the elves in the space ring want to figure it out, they can only be anxious at this time.
At this moment, how much they hope that their saintly lady is well, how much they hope that the holy son of the Temple of Light can help the saintly lady at this moment.
Shang Yu had a cold face. He couldn't delay the time any longer, so he didn't care that his healing skills were not too superb. He sat cross-legged and adjusted his breathing, mobilizing all the healing power that had not been used for a long time.
He formed a seal with his hands and pointed to the middle of Rong Xiyue's forehead.
However, as soon as his finger touched the middle of Rong Xiyue's forehead, Rong Xiyue started to resist strongly and flicked her body suddenly, almost sending Shang Yu flying away.
Shang Yu steadied himself, and the colored clay stopped Rong Xiyue from flying away. At the same time, he saw that the mark in the middle of Rong Xiyue's forehead was getting deeper.
And his fingertips were also very hot, with light gray marks on them.
“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities.”
Yun Yu walked to Shang Yu, took out Rong Xiyue from Shang Yu's hand, gently leaned against the tree, and sat cross-legged himself. The two attendants around him guessed this when they saw this posture.
What his master was about to do, his eyes widened immediately, full of surprise, and he stepped forward to stop him.
"Lord Holy Son, your body..."
"Holy Son, this is not okay..."
However, both of them were only halfway through their words. Yun Yu interrupted them with a wave of his hand,