Now it was a group attack, and Shen Qingyi stood with She Zijiang again. He couldn't move too much or stay too far away from She Zijiang, for fear of affecting She Zijiang and hindering him even more.
He threw out the talismans he had drawn recently.
The sound of "bang bang bang" from the seabed is endless.
However, she had only recently learned how to draw talismans, and the number of talismans she had on her was limited, so soon the talismans in her storage bag were all gone.
Shen Qing gritted his teeth and looked at the Zhusheng in his hand.
As if sensing Shen Qingyi's thoughts, Zhu Sheng trembled.
Shen Qingyi took a deep breath, and his spiritual power gathered. The moment the pure water spiritual power poured into Zhu Sheng, an ice-blue light appeared on Zhu Sheng's body.
They watched as a group of fish opened their mouths wide again and bit towards the two of them.
Shen Qing picked up the brush and started writing.
A flash of inspiration came to him, and as Shen Qingyi concentrated his attention, a rune appeared.
"Bang!"
The rune exploded, and several Qi Refining Stage and two Foundation Establishment Stage sea monsters around were directly penetrated by the energy released by the rune explosion.
Most of the spiritual power in his body was drained, making Shen Qingyi's face even paler.
“Crash!”
The two finally broke through the water, and She Zijiang's figure had become so faint that it was almost transparent.
Shen Qingyi was protected by him, and Shen Qingyi's eyes were a little red.
“Master… Master…”
The seabirds circling in the sky saw the two of them, screamed, and rushed towards them.
"call out!"
The long sword pierced through, and blood splattered.
The seabird that rushed towards the two of them suddenly fell down.
She Zijiang, who was holding Shen Qingyi, seemed to feel something and looked in one direction.
When he saw She Zijiang, who was dressed in light purple and holding Shen Qingyi in his arms, a flash of spiritual light appeared on his body and then completely disappeared.
“Master!”
Shen Qingyi's figure suddenly fell down, and his outstretched hand grabbed nothing.
The rapidly falling figure suddenly fell into a warm embrace.
"Qingyi, Master is here."
The familiar voice echoed in Shen Qingyi's mind just before she fell into coma.
The spiritual power and consciousness in his body were over-consumed, his eyes went dark, and Shen Qingyi fell into a deep sleep.
Shen Qingyi woke up again and found himself in an unfamiliar room.
“Master!”
He sat up suddenly, which affected the wound on his body. Shen Qingyi couldn't help but frown slightly. He lifted the quilt and made a gesture to get out of bed.
“Squeak!”
The door was pushed open, and She Zijiang walked in slowly, holding a bowl of spiritual porridge.
With a flick of spiritual power in his hand, Shen Qingyi was pushed back onto the bed again.
"Your injuries are too severe, and the elixir in your body hasn't been fully absorbed yet. Stay in bed."
"Master...Master, are you okay?"
Shen Qingyi's voice was a little low.
Looking at his disciple's slightly red nose, She Zijiang reached out and knocked on Shen Qingyi's head.
"That was the incarnation of Master's soul. I am fine. Besides, I took that soul back at the last moment."
Looking at Shen Qingyi's increasingly red eyes, She Zijiang touched Shen Qingyi's head helplessly.
"You're already such a grown-up, you're not going to cry in front of your master, are you?"
"No! No! I... I was just too worried... worried that Master would get hurt..."
She was worried that something might happen to her master, whom she had finally met since coming to this world.
Shen Qingyi felt something warm liquid falling from his eye sockets. He became more and more flustered as he spoke. He reached out and touched it randomly, but found that the more he touched, the more he felt.
I've been wandering alone for such a long time, always keeping vigilant and careful, afraid of accidentally falling into the trap. I've encountered danger time and time again...
All the grievances and fears seemed to have found an outlet at this moment.
She Zijiang sighed, put down the spiritual porridge in his hand, reached out and gently wiped away Shen Qing's tears.
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