Gu Lingze, who was falling continuously, suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed the neck of the person in front of him.

"I told you that your death is coming."

He quickly drew his middle finger across his forehead, and a golden light shot out.

"In the vast Fengdu, there are many diamond mountains, and the infinite light of the spiritual treasure shines through the Yanchi. The sinful souls of the nine netherworlds follow the fragrant cloud banners. The blue lotus of concentration and wisdom will bring eternal peace to the gods."

Gu Lingze quickly formed the Nine-Character Mantra with both hands, "Netherworld Palace, open!"

The black shadow in front of him made a "ho ho" sound from its mouth, and the black air around it seemed to be torn apart and was quickly swallowed up by the crack below.

The black shadow slid down rapidly, but at the last moment, it suddenly grabbed his foot tightly.

Gu Lingze took one step and quickly formed the Nine Star Seal with both hands.

Place the left hand with the palm facing up, four fingers bent, thumb pinching the ring finger, and right hand holding a seal, in the Fu Long pose, placed between the eyebrows.

"The Mysterious Sect of Heaven and Earth, the root of all energy, cultivates for ten thousand calamities, proves my supernatural power. Within and outside the Three Realms, only the Tao is supreme. There is golden light on my body, covering my body."

Golden light broke through the darkness, and a crack instantly appeared in the middle of the black shadow, and the entire body was split in half.

Two streams of flames came out from both sides, crackling, and instantly fell into the underworld.

An extremely dazzling light wrapped Gu Lingze tightly and slowly rose.

His whole body shook and he slowly opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, his right hand was clenched tightly. Gu Lingze looked at the other person's sunken cheek and pulled the corner of his mouth.

"Cheng Mo, you're squeezing me so hard that it hurts."

Zhao Chengmo immediately loosened his grip, and a tear fell from his bloodshot eyes.

Gu Lingze was suddenly a little panicked. When he raised his right hand, he found that he was wrapped like a dumpling.

"Don't move." Zhao Chengmo said softly.

Gu Lingze looked at him anxiously, "I won't move, so don't cry."

Zhao Chengmo wiped his face casually and looked into his eyes intently.

"Does it hurt?"

Gu Lingze shook his head pretending to be relaxed, "They are just minor injuries, I'm not that delicate."

He licked his dry lips and said, "I want some water."

Zhao Chengmo immediately stood up and walked to the table to pour a glass of water. He tested the water temperature with the back of his hand and then brought it to the bed.

Gu Lingze just wanted to get up, but he pulled the wound on his back and frowned subconsciously.

Zhao Chengmo's face turned pale instantly, and his big hands trembled slightly.

"I'm really fine." Gu Lingze wanted to mobilize his spiritual energy to temporarily repair his wound, but found that his dantian was empty.

It seems that he consumed too much energy in the nightmare realm and now he can't mobilize even a trace of spiritual energy.

Looking at Zhao Chengmo standing there, he deliberately frowned and said, "Hurry up and give me some water."

Zhao Chengmo sat down with the cup in his hand. He wanted to help him up but was afraid of touching his wound. If he drank while lying down, the liquid would spill everywhere. He looked very helpless.

Gu Lingze looked at his clumsy appearance and laughed out loud.

"Why do you become so stupid when I wake up? I can't sit up, so why don't you feed me in a different way?"

"What?"

Gu Lingze sighed and said helplessly: "We are already an old man, of course I will feed him with my mouth."

Zhao Chengmo lowered his eyes, picked up the cup, put the warm water into his mouth, and leaned over.

The warm water flowed into Gu Lingze's mouth, and their lips touched, but without a trace of passion.

Zhao Chengmo's eyes were full of love and tenderness as he fed him mouthful after mouthful with very gentle movements.

He finished the glass of water in just three or four gulps. When he swallowed the last sip, Gu Lingze deliberately sucked the tip of his tongue.

Zhao Chengmo subconsciously shrank back, but he raised his arm and hooked it around his neck.

After a long kiss, the two of them pressed their foreheads together, breathing slightly.

"For you, I am willing to do all this."

Zhao Chengmo closed his eyes, not wanting him to see the emotions in his eyes.

Gu Lingze raised his left hand and gently slid it across his sword-like eyebrows. "If it were you, you would also be desperate for me and cut through all the obstacles."

He placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, "Cheng Mo, I love you."

Zhao Chengmo suddenly opened his eyes, his eyelashes were wet, and he kissed him between the eyebrows almost devoutly.

"I love you too."

Gu Lingze had been in a coma for four days since the day he transferred the earthbound spirit onto his body.

All the imperial physicians came to examine him, but his pulse was intermittent and even his breath was intermittent.

The imperial doctors were all helpless and could only carefully treat his surface wounds.

Zhao Chengmo stayed by his side for four days and four nights without taking off his clothes, without closing his eyes for a single moment.

When the people in the city learned that the Imperial Master had been seriously injured, they were all worried and distressed.

Xu Mingyan tried every possible method, but there was still no improvement.

Gu Lingze took out the spiritual milk and asked Zhao Chengmo to pour it on his wound.

There were a total of nine knife wounds on his body, each of which was caused by Zhao Chengmo's sharp blade.

Gu Lingze felt that his movements were getting slower and slower, so she turned around and said, "Are you going to murder your husband? I'm almost freezing to death."

Zhao Chengmo immediately increased his speed, but his movements were still very gentle. When the spiritual milk dripped on the wound, he would even blow it.

After treating the wounds on his body, the other party helped him put on his clothes.

Gu Lingze lay down inside and patted the empty space next to him.

"Come on and lie down. It's so cold sleeping alone."

Zhao Chengmo hesitated for a moment, then took off his outer robe and belt and lay down beside him.

Gu Lingze opened the quilt to cover him, leaned close to Zhao Chengmo, and sighed with contentment.

"sleep."

Zhao Chengmo smelled the faint medicinal fragrance on him, and his eyes, which had not been closed for four days, slowly closed.

In the midst of ice and snow, Gu Lingze fell in front of him, covered in blood.

He looked down at the long knife in his hand, the blood on it slid down the tip of the knife and dripped onto the white snow.

The white and red colors intertwined with each other, which was extremely glaring, like a sharp blade piercing straight into his chest.

There was a deep wound on the palm of Gu Lingze's hand. An Wenhong told him that in order to stop him, the Imperial Master had grasped the blade with his bare hands.

As Zhao Chengmo listened to what he said, many scenes flashed through his mind.

How that ball of black energy controlled him, slashing through Gu Lingze's body one by one, and how the other party led the black energy to his own forehead.

These scenes became clearer and clearer in his mind.

Gu Lingze was sleeping when he felt his side was shaking.

He opened his eyes and found that Zhao Chengmo's face was covered with cold sweat, his brows were twisted, and his whole body seemed to be struggling, with every muscle tensed.

The spiritual energy in Gu Lingze's body had recovered a little at this time. He silently recited the Qingxin Jue, gathered the spiritual energy at his fingertips, and gently slid it across Zhao Chengmo's forehead from top to bottom.

"Cheng Mo, I'm always here."

Gu Lingze spoke patiently in his ear, word by word. Zhao Chengmo gradually relaxed his body and fell into a deep sleep.