38 Abandon the main line
Although I couldn't see his face clearly, it was obvious from his tone that he was not praising them.
"But unfortunately, what I hate most in my life is the loser who wears this face; the second most hated thing is the person who soiled my clothes."
While speaking, Rong Cheng Yunxuan instantly approached Hua Lang.
Hua Lang, who accidentally hit two red spots: ...
Now, no matter how reluctant she was, she had no choice but to confront him head-on.
Xie Hanjing took the lead and attacked him from the side with a sword. Rong Chengyunxuan waved his hand to repel him. When he was retreating to dissipate the remaining strength, Hua Lang faced Rong Chengyunxuan, and with quick eyes and hands, he grabbed Xie Hanjing with his backhand.
Relying on the spiritual energy he had borrowed to summon Tianshu, Hua Lang flicked his fingertips, and the cold white flute instantly turned into a stream of light and pierced Rong Cheng Yunxuan. On this side, Xie Hanjing lightly tapped the wall with his toes, tightly holding Hua Lang's hand. In an instant, he used the force to turn around and slashed the sword towards Rong Cheng Yunxuan even more fiercely!
Rong Chengyunxuan was about to repel Tianshu when he saw the streak of light suddenly change direction. It was just a feint, and a new sword was already stabbing at him.
Han Bing quickly climbed up into the air and just as he blocked a sword, the person in front of him instantly changed to Hua Lang. The ice layer was broken by Tian Shu layer by layer - straight to his face!
Rong Cheng Yunxuan paused slightly, and Tian Shu appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye, carrying broken ice. Just when he was about to remove the mist from his face, he was unable to move and could not get any closer.
"The third thing I hate in my life is rude and unruly people."
His robes suddenly fluttered, and spiritual energy rushed around like waves. Rong Cheng Yunxuan, who was standing in the center of the waves, raised his hand, and a hurricane-like pressure spiritual energy brought sand and dust and rushed towards the two of them at an extremely fast speed and a huge range.
His voice seemed ethereal after the storm.
"Since you have violated my taboo to this extent, I will no longer show mercy."
Now is the time!
Xie Hanjing instantly replicated his technique. Although small, a stream of spiritual energy rushed to the side, carrying wind and sand towards Rong Chengyunxuan's storm.
In that moment, a pressure faster than spiritual energy reached her. Hua Lang raised her hand to resist, but Tian Shu dived into her spiritual sea without giving her face, and the spiritual energy in his hand was cut off in an instant.
Oh no!
Before he could react, the thin figure on the side rushed over and hugged Hua Lang tightly.
The two half-formed spiritual storms converged, and the vortex and turbulence instantly bounced in all directions, and the affected courtyard walls collapsed.
The Sand City was completely disrupted. Rumbling sounds of collapse were heard from afar, and the vision became dim. Hua Lang only heard a muffled groan.
She quickly struggled out of Xie Hanjing's arms. As she moved, her hands felt something sticky and warm, and her heart skipped a beat.
Although the spiritual energy has changed its path, the pressure of the Nascent Soul stage is still enough to shatter the lungs!
"Xie Hanjing, how are you?"
As soon as she let go of her hand, Xie Hanjing was about to fall to the ground. Frightened, Hua Lang quickly supported him and called out to him urgently, trying to wake him up.
In the sand city that suddenly became bright and dark, Rong Cheng Yunxuan looked at the two people kneeling on the ground in front of him. He slowly cut open the palm of his hand, and his bleeding fingers grasped the increasingly bright key.
The Sand City will eventually fall into his hands.
But after a while, the blue light became bigger and bigger, almost to the point where it was difficult to control, but Rong Chengyunxuan still could not establish contact with Sand City.
"What's going on?!" He looked at the blood-stained seed in his hand in shock, but still unwilling to give up, and clenched it tightly in his palm again.
The cracks in the Sand City had spread over. While Rong Cheng and Yun Xuan were too busy to pay attention to them, Hua Lang picked up the sword on the ground and dragged Xie Hanjing up, trying to distribute his weight on his shoulders. He supported himself with the sword and struggled to avoid the dark cracks.
Hua Lang and Xie Hanjing stumbled all the way and fled towards the outside of the city.
Her body was just soaked in blood, and in the blink of an eye it was covered with yellow sand. She didn't know how many times she blinked away the sand on her eyelashes, and finally she saw a gentle and familiar crack.
This is the gap that sent them in!
The exit was right in front of him, but Hua Lang couldn't help but turn his head and look at the increasingly dazzling blue color in the sandstorm.
…
At this point, she had to give up the main quest...
Hua Lang held Xie Hanjing, withdrew his gaze, and stepped into the crack without hesitation.
It was pitch black, and then there was a noisy noise like the sound of wind, and gradually the fragments of color lit up, like flying feathers passing by, the blue or black feathers seemed to wander in the black river, disappearing in a flash.
When Hua Lang came to his senses, he felt a lightness on his shoulder.
She lowered her head, and apart from the blood all over her body and the familiar sword in her hand, there was nothing else.
Where is Xie Hanjing?
Hua Lang took a step forward, the river turned upside down, the colors were spliced and reorganized, and in an instant, Hua Lang was standing in a quiet house.
Hua Lang did not move. She looked forward and saw a very familiar figure——
"The male protagonist is so young, and after being criticized, he wouldn't hide in his room and cry, right?
Another "Hua Lang" appeared in front. She pushed open the doors one by one, looking for the figure of the Sandman Xie Hanjing, muttering to herself,
"Wasn't it supposed to be a copy of Heaven's Chosen One? Why did he have such a miserable childhood? What a wicked author..."
This was what she had just experienced in the Sand City.
A chill spread from her fingertips to her brain, and Hua Lang shuddered. When she woke up, she had already merged with another Hua Lang. Hua Lang seemed to have an epiphany, turned around and ran towards the garden.
After being given colors, the clusters of flowers in the garden are as dazzling as vermilion ink in a cup, and the delicate petals are still stained with morning dew. A person hurriedly squeezes through the flowers, and the dewdrops sway and fall onto the path.
The young man sitting at the stone table was not disturbed by the visitor. He quietly looked at the clusters of blooming flowers.
Hua Lang walked through the flowers and approached Xie Hanjing step by step.
The young man looked gloomy, but the otherworldly color in his eyes and eyebrows could not be concealed, which was more eye-catching than any other flower.
Hua Lang said softly, "The real key must be with you."
She understood it completely.
This is the Sand City. As for everything that happened just now, it was just going around in circles in the "lock".
The lock is just a solidified result, while the key is the embodiment of possibility. When the key changes, the lock is also reconstructed.
So, the key must not be on the flower.
Hua Lang raised her sword, and the young man who was quietly admiring the flowers seemed to be finally startled by her. He raised his eyes and looked at her.
The familiar yet unfamiliar look made Hua Lang a little dazed, and for a moment, she couldn't bring herself to do it.
They looked at each other for less than a second before a light butterfly flew through the flower garden and landed beside the stone table. The young man Xie Hanjing finally looked away and reached out to chase the butterfly away.
Hua Lang turned her eyes away and slashed with her sword. There seemed to be a thin layer of spiritual energy remaining in the blood on the sword. The move was so light that it seemed like cutting a piece of thin paper.
The young man Xie Hanjing's figure instantly turned into transparent water droplets. After completely dissipating, it flowed gently into the ground.
Finally, on the empty stone table, only a brown "seed" emitting a soft white light remained. Looking closely, it looked like a butterfly cocoon woven from silk threads.
Hua Lang held the real key in his hand, and with a thought, the surrounding environment instantly darkened, shrank, and merged, converging into the key in Hua Lang's hand.
When a breeze mixed with the smell of mud blew by, Hua Lang's feet sank slightly, and she realized that she had stepped into an extremely unfamiliar place. The unconscious Xie Hanjing was lying on her, and the fatigue and pain came back instantly.
It seems like a lifetime ago.
"Pah, pah."
From time to time, a few bubbles emerged from the dark deep pool, and the surface of the pool was wrinkled by the breeze, and in the sunlight, it was radiant with circles of fine ripples of light.
The muddy path connected countless pools of water, and Hua Lang was standing at a fork in the road.
After barely finding a relatively dry place and moving Xie Hanjing over, Hua Lang grabbed his blood-soaked shirt and tore it off hard, revealing the bloody wound on his back.
Hua Lang carefully took out the key again and placed it on Xie Hanjing's wound with hope.
Soaked in Xie Hanjing's blood, the seed instantly turned into a thin mist and penetrated into Xie Hanjing's body through the wound.
After doing all this, Hua Lang stood up and looked at the endless deep pool.
The formation of Luoshui Manor is actually connected to Heshui.
I can't go back for a while, and I don't know what the situation is like with Yan Rong and the others.
Hua Lang had no spiritual energy and could not send spiritual notes. He could only look at the water and secretly calculate the time.
The flow of time in Sand City is several times slower than that in the outside world. If you rush back earlier, even if something unexpected happens, it should still be in time.
Taking out the small square box containing the spirit dragon's ashes and watching it sink into the pond, Hua Lang pondered, "Although I don't know if the Jiao clan has the habit of returning to their roots, the water here is much deeper than the hot springs in Fanhong Mountain. You shouldn't mind..."
When the waves on the surface of the pond calmed down, Hua Lang looked back at Xie Hanjing. Seeing that he was still unconscious, Hua Lang scooped up some water from the pond with his hands and washed the blood off his back.
...There was no change at all. Hua Lang approached Xie Hanjing's naked back in disbelief. The wound, after washing away the blood, turned slightly white. Although it stopped bleeding, there was no sign of improvement.
But according to the power of Sand City, wouldn't it be easy to recover from this injury?
"Xie Hanjing? Xie Hanjing!" Hua Lang patted his face gently.
Xie Hanjing still had his eyes closed, and his breath even became weaker.
Coal Ball ran out from his collar with its hair flaring up. The helpless Hua Lang quickly grabbed it and said, "Coal Ball, where are you going?"
As soon as Hua Lang caught him, Meiqiu drilled straight into Hua Lang's back, as if he was eager to get away from Xie Hanjing.
Hua Lang gritted her teeth and took great effort to grab the coal ball. She forced the struggling coal ball in front of the unconscious Xie Hanjing, "Do you know what happened to him, coal ball? Tell me quickly!"
Seeing that he couldn't escape, Meiqiu actually pounced directly on Xie Hanjing's neck.
Hua Lang's pupils shrank, and she grabbed the coal back as quickly as possible. Looking at the side of Xie Hanjing's neck which was only slightly bleeding, she felt her heart start beating again.
While Hua Lang was checking Xie Hanjing's wound, Meiqiu rolled his eyes and escaped along Hua Lang's arm.
Strands of blood oozed out from the wounds bitten by the coal, and an unpleasant smell also took the opportunity to slip out.
Hua Lang's fingertips were also burned by the breath, and she stood there in a daze.
Is this... demonic energy and evil spirit?
Then a very faint wisp of spiritual energy chased out, and Xie Hanjing's pulse became weaker.
Oh no! Hua Lang covered Xie Hanjing’s wound with his hands.
There was still demonic energy in Xie Hanjing's body that had been deposited in Luoshui Manor. His spiritual energy was now thin and the demonic energy had lost its suppression, so he had no spare spiritual energy to utilize the power of Sand City.
It is necessary to supply spiritual energy to Xie Hanjing!
But after searching his whole body, Hua Lang couldn't find even a single spirit storage stone.
Only then did she remember that before leaving Luoshui Manor, she had given all her spirit stones to Yan Rong...
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