Chapter 36 One is a cherished love, the other is just grass on a grave.
"Endless Wood, Empty!"
"The cycle of flourishing and decay, the essence!"
Two voices rang out simultaneously, and the lightning and fire in the wick of the blessing lamp instantly ignited. Countless red lines shot out densely from the ground, one end connected to the wick and the other end connected to the eerie white bones underground.
Before Ao Bai's voice had even faded, Hua Li grabbed Lian Zhuo's hand without any hesitation. The leaf veins on the top of the wood-type card lit up again, and emerald-colored healing power continuously flowed into Lian Zhuo's body.
The Buddhist disciple's body, which had long been afflicted by the blood gu, was as if it had been refreshed by a spring rain. His broken meridians were rapidly repaired, and his shattered internal organs were healed by being wrapped in soft vines.
A long-lost sense of ease washed over her, and Lianzhuo couldn't help but look at Huali in surprise.
The red threads didn't stop there; instead, they soared upwards and then exploded into soul spikes. One after another, vortexes of spiritual energy appeared, dazzling the eye.
All the grass on the ground was turned upside down, and daylight turned into eternal night in an instant.
The Sumeru Realm disappeared.
A powerful wave of spiritual energy, mixed with a vortex of spiritual energy, surged forth with overwhelming force.
Huali stepped forward to protect Lianzhuo. Even under the double barrier of the cycle of life and death and the Buddha's bone cage, she still felt excruciating pain.
A full health bar instantly drops to double digits.
Meanwhile, Wen Jin, who was ignored by Hua Li, was in an even more disheveled state. The sudden arrival of the Soul Returning Stage had left him with very little spiritual power, and the impact of such a powerful shock made his pale golden eyes as thin as needles, and a metallic taste rose in his throat.
Ao Bai watched in stunned silence.
Well, it turns out that people with sharp tongues usually don't have a good ending. Both were chosen by the cards, but one became a favorite, while the other became a dead end.
Wen Jin looked down at his body, which had shrunk considerably, his face so gloomy it could drip water.
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At the same time, Song Ran had been manipulated to the point of losing his mind, just like Ting Nu before. Now, his five fingers formed claws and he directly reached into her abdomen, digging out her nascent soul with his bare hands.
"Songran! Wake up!" Huali exclaimed in alarm!
Who is pulling the strings behind all this? Her mission isn't over yet; Song Ran absolutely cannot die!
Song Ran's pupils were filled with fine black lines, and he ignored everything around him, waving his hand at Hua Li.
Huali was struck by a punch from a distance, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Lianzhuo, standing next to her, had half of his face instantly stained red.
Lian Zhuo's body, which had just been repaired, paused. It was too late to hold her breath and concentrate, as the sweet, pungent smell of blood overwhelmed her.
His eyes suddenly turned blood red, lotus patterns appeared between his brows, and his meridians and heart were once again occupied by the blood gu.
Huali secretly cried out in alarm.
Just as they were about to bleed him, the ground shook violently beneath their feet. Every flower, grass, and tree in sight turned to ashes.
She looked up and found that the entire city lord's mansion was like the end of the world, its colors stolen in an instant, turning into a depressing black and white.
The scene that was maintained by spiritual power vanished into thin air, turning into whirlwinds of spiritual power that surrounded Song Ran above.
Just as the blessing lamp was about to be lit, Lian Zhuo, whose eyes were bloodshot, suddenly moved.
No one saw his movements clearly. The next second, he suddenly appeared in front of Song Ran, drawing a beautiful crescent shape with the vajra in his hand, severing all the red lines.
Song Ran was already like a corpse, with no blood left to draw upon.
This body was destined to be useless when it became a puppet. The nascent soul absorbed all the spiritual energy of the city lord's mansion and made a desperate gamble by rushing towards the blessing lamp above its head.
"Demon Lord! Stop him!" Hua Li spat out a mouthful of blood, shouting to Wen Jin behind her as she ran forward, "If the Nascent Soul and the Blessing Lamp merge into one, we will all die!"
If Huali looked back at this moment, she would find that the blood-red silk outer robe that had fit the Demon Lord at the beginning was now much larger than a size, and his body was still shrinking.
This time, the return to life period came strangely. In just a few breaths, Wen Jin had regressed to the appearance of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old.
At this moment, Chen Liucheng was completely out of his control. The appearance of Huali accelerated the cycle. His original plan was to take the God Lamp into his possession after Songran died in the last cycle.
But Song Ran was manipulated.
No wonder. How could a mere Nascent Soul cultivator possess such powerful spiritual energy to control a divine artifact?
It was the sea of time that misled him.
Wen Jin stared at Hua Li with a gloomy expression. He had always disliked having his plans disrupted and would kill anyone who caused trouble.
Just as he was about to raise his hand, a sinister gaze swept over him. The familiar nausea made Wen Jin frown, and he turned around to meet a pair of icy eyes.
temperature! court! Jun!
His distraction had long since returned to his main focus. At this moment, Wen Tingyun, dressed in white, sat in a wheelchair and revealed a provocative smile from a hundred miles away, "Wen Jin, I've been waiting for this moment for far too long."
"I'll kill you first, then take the lamp; it won't be a waste of my time."
"Tuowu!"
A figure as large as a small mountain appeared instantly, and he knelt on one knee, saying, "My lord."
"Take me away, now!" A slightly childish voice rang out, startling Tuowu. He looked up and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
How did his lord turn into a little baby?
Even though he was only four or five years old, Wen Jin's gloomy gaze still sent a shiver down Tuowu's spine. "I have offended the master."
Tuowu rolled up his sleeves and carefully squatted down, preparing to lift the Demon Lord up to his knees, when he heard the Demon Lord's voice, even colder than when he was squatting, "Tuowu."
Tuowu's mountain-like body trembled again. After glancing at Wen Jin's expression, a lightbulb went off in his head, and he understood.
"My lord, I'm sorry." The next second, Tuowu grabbed the man and threw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, then carried him away.
Wen Tingyun closed the folding fan in his hand, and his figure disappeared instantly.
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There was no sound from behind, so it seems the Soul Oath Formation has disappeared.
Huali glanced around curiously and just happened to see a dark figure disappear on the spot.
He ran away? This lunatic ran away at such a crucial moment? He probably didn't even want the magic lamp anymore?
Ao Bai: "Host, don't get distracted! Lian Zhuo can't hold on any longer! Quickly use the cards to purify her!"
Before she could even curse, Huali looked up again and saw that the Nascent Soul and the Blessing Lamp were just inches away from merging into one. Lianzhuo Vajra Pestle struck the Blessing Lamp with her backhand, but was shaken away by the spiritual power and crashed directly to the ground.
"Blessed by all things, may they be my gifts!"
The tree-shaped pattern in the center of the card began to rotate, and countless starlight flew out from it, purifying the demonic energy in the nascent soul as if it had encountered a natural enemy.
Huali's few remaining life points were drained away, leaving her as pale and frightening as Songran.
The pure purifying power halted the Nascent Soul's movements, and the black energy, as if encountering a mortal enemy, began to twist and evaporate.
The nascent soul transformed back into a soul form. Song Ran wanted to stop, but it was too late. In the final moment before impacting the Blessing Lamp, he quickly formed hand seals, completing them just a second before the Blessing Lamp exploded!
The terrifying, overwhelming force poured down like a tidal wave, and Karin felt her body being familiarly sent flying, just like her previous thirteen deaths. She even had the mind to curse.
Damn this unlucky system! Damn these stupid quests!
The most damned thing is this bullshit Heavenly Dao!
Die, destroy, I'm done playing!
The clothes are burnt, good job. Next up are the hands and feet, which will turn to ash.
Three seconds, five seconds, ten seconds later...
The expected death did not come.
When Huali looked up, she realized that the moment the magic lamp exploded, it emitted a dazzling white light.
The souls trapped in the Sea of Time on the streets of the City Lord's Mansion all looked up, their eyes shifting from confusion to fear and then to despair.
The memories of repeated deaths all returned to their minds at this moment.
Huali crashed into a tree and spat out a mouthful of blood. Ignoring her shock, she looked at Lianzhuo beside her.
“You’ve saved me every time… This time… it’s my turn to repay your kindness…” Huali struggled to crawl over, her clothes were already burned and torn to shreds, and her whole body was covered in mud mixed with dried blood.
Huali wanted Lianzhuo to drink her blood, but looking left and right, she couldn't find a place on her body that Lianzhuo could put his mouth on.
The number of uses for the water-type card has long been used up.
Seeing the backlash from the blood gu becoming increasingly fierce, Huali didn't have time to think and simply made a bloody cut on the side of her neck, with blood beads rolling down her collarbone like crimson pearls.
She pressed Lian Zhuo's head down, and the two embraced, neck to neck. "Lian Zhuo, drink it quickly."
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