What he breathed into his body was not the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but miasma!
Her shout did not spread along with the miasma, but the rosary in Wujiang's hand still paused slightly for a moment.
He seemed to sense something and slowly opened his eyes. Those eyes full of wisdom looked around calmly.
He seemed to be confused, and also seemed to be expecting what he would see.
However, there was nothing. It was quiet all around, and he was obviously the only one.
The sound I heard just now was just an illusion.
It was impossible to hear what he wanted to hear here.
With a trace of disappointment that could not be concealed in his eyes, Wujiang shook his head and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.
After practicing for a long time, he was a little tired.
I never felt tired so quickly before, but lately I don’t know why.
On the way to practice, he seemed to feel many obstacles.
This has never happened before.
It's a pity that the master is not here, otherwise, I could ask him to clarify my doubts.
Seeing such Wujiang, Hua Xi felt an unspeakable bitterness in her heart.
She wants to drag Wujiang away. If he is like this, he will definitely be affected!
How could he become a Buddha after breathing in so much miasma?
Hua Xi wants to break through the miasmatic and confusing whirlpool. If he goes through, can he reach Fanyin Temple immediately?
Is this also a barrier?
Hua Xi was about to pass, but at this moment, a big cold hand suddenly grabbed her wrist!
Subconsciously, she thought it was Yan Xiange who had returned, and she felt excited. She quickly turned around, but unfortunately, she could only see a looming evil face in the dark miasma.
The temperature in my heart became colder inch by inch.
Hua Xi narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at the miasmatic face.
Her long, disheveled hair covered nearly a third of her face, and her pale skin was highlighted even more clearly by the miasma.
The dark and gloomy eyes made people dare not look directly into those eyes.
"Wujiang..." Without looking too clearly, Hua Xi had already muttered his name.
Her shock made her forget for a moment how to react.
Her hand was held by him, but he didn't pull it back immediately. She stared at him blankly, with a lot of thoughts in her heart.
"You can't get through it." He said calmly.
Hua Xi gradually came back to her senses and slowly understood the meaning of his words.
"You did this!" Hua Xi said sternly, "Wujiang, why don't you let him live?"
"Buddha can't save him." Wujiang's voice was like rotten wood in Soul Eater, which seemed irreparable. "I also tried..."
Hua Xi stared blankly, blinked for a while, lowered her head, and looked at him huddled in the corner.
He is not actually a corpse, just a lonely soul.
His hands were so cold, without any warmth at all, and they were weak.
The state of the soul seems to be just a wisp of smoke.
"At that time, were you willing to hide your evil here?" Hua Xi asked in a low voice.
Wujiang tilted his head, with a somewhat helpless expression on his face, "Unfortunately, when I discovered that Soul Eater had always been associated with him, I knew that everything was in vain."
Hua Xi stretched out her hand, held his face and said, "What's the way to seal the Soul Eater?"
"Vajra." Wujiang said, "Only the past god kings recognized by the Demon-Slaying Divine Sword can do it.
