Chapter 172 Don't look at it, she won't wake up
After doing all this, Jialuo's body was seen falling slowly in mid-air.
Wen Heng was quick-witted and quick-handed. He rushed forward and caught Jia Luo's body steadily.
He looked at Lolo, whose eyes were tightly closed and whose face was pale, in his arms. His hands could not help but tremble and his eyes became moist in an instant.
Wen Zhi who was standing by also ran over with red eyes. He looked at Jia Luo's lifeless face, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away. His legs went limp and he fell to the ground with a thump.
He stretched forward his trembling hands, but the moment they touched the corner of Jia Luo's clothes, he suddenly retracted them.
Wen Zhi was filled with sorrow, his voice trembling: "Junior sister... why are you so stupid..."
The suppressed crying seemed to tear the heart and lungs apart.
The temple was eerily quiet for a while. The moment Jia Luo's soul entered the demon god's body, he began to tremble violently, as if there were two souls tearing and fighting madly in him.
The demonic energy around it was like a boiling black tide, surging and surging, constantly impacting every corner of the temple. The stone pillars in the temple were cracked by this force, and broken stones fell down.
The halo covering the Wen family was shattered due to the devil's madness, and Shi Mo led everyone to rescue them in a hurry.
After the Wen family escaped from the trap, the first thing they did was to gather around Jia Luo.
Grandpa Wen burst into tears. He stroked Jialuo's forehead with shaking hands and murmured, "Luluo, why are you so stubborn? You must be so worried about your grandpa and grandma. What should we do?"
Grandma had already stopped crying and leaned on grandpa's shoulder, only able to utter intermittent sobs.
Wen Lingyue's eyes were so red that blood seemed to be dripping out, and he couldn't utter a word.
As a doctor, Wen Wen's professional instinct made him quickly reach out and feel Jia Luo's pulse the moment he approached him.
However, at the moment his fingertips touched Jia Luo's pulse, his body seemed to have suddenly lost all its supporting strength, his legs went limp, and he instantly fell to the ground.
The blood color on his face faded away in an instant, leaving only a deathly pale color.
At this time, the struggle inside the demon's body became more and more intense. Although Jia Luo's soul was weak, he still rushed around in the demon's sea of consciousness with a strong obsession, trying to find an opportunity to kill it in one fell swoop.
The demon roared in pain, mobilizing all the magic power in its body to attack Jia Luo's soul again and again, trying to crush this invading "alien" to pieces.
Outside the temple, the sky suddenly changed and dark clouds rolled in, as if the end of the world had arrived.
Amidst the lightning and thunder, purple-black lightning struck like a dragon, smashing hard around the temple, causing the earth to tremble.
The power of the demon got out of control, causing strange phenomena in heaven and earth.
Wen Heng suppressed the grief in his heart, gently handed Jia Luo to Wen Lingyue's arms, stood up, raised the peach wood sword in his hand again, spiritual power surged on the sword, and the light rushed straight into the sky.
Fu Jiuhuai and Ning Qinghe looked at each other, and both endured the severe pain in their hearts and followed Wen Heng. The magic circle under their feet glowed brighter, and runes danced in the air like entities, layer upon layer, and entangled the demon god.
The others also used their special skills. For a moment, the shadows of the peach wood swords flashed, and the light of spiritual energy intertwined, like a tight big net, covering the demon god.
Wen Lingyue hugged Jialuo tightly. He looked down at the pale little person in his arms, and tears dripped onto Jialuo's cheeks.
"Lolo, you must hold on, Daddy will definitely save you, Daddy will definitely save you back!"
Under the siege of Jialuo's soul and the crowd, the demon god gradually became exhausted. Its demonic energy was constantly consumed by the magic circle, and its movements became slower and slower.
But just when everyone thought victory was in sight, the demon suddenly roared towards the sky, and a strange black mist gushed out of its body, instantly filling the entire temple.
This mist carries a corrosive force, and when people's spiritual power comes into contact with it, they feel as if they are being devoured.
Wen Heng saw this and shouted, "Hold your breath! Don't let this mist enter your body!"
Everyone hurriedly used their spiritual power to protect themselves.
At this critical moment, Jia Luo's soul found a magic core in the body of the demon god that was completely black and had surging magic patterns.
Without hesitation, she used up her last bit of strength, transformed it into an arrow of light, and fiercely stabbed at the magic core.
The demon god let out a scream that shook the earth, and cracks appeared on the demon core, and black mist also dispersed chaotically.
Everyone seized this fleeting opportunity and controlled the magic circle to compress it with all their strength. Wen Heng and the others drew their peach wood swords together and stabbed the demon god hard.
With a loud bang, the evil spirit dissipated and disappeared in the wind, and the raging black mist also disappeared.
After the demon disappeared, Mo Shu's soul was freed, but due to the long-term erosion of the demonic energy, he fell into a long coma.
He lay quietly by the side, his face pale and lifeless, as if he were just an empty shell.
After Wen Heng felt his pulse, he sighed and said, "His soul is too badly damaged. I don't know when he will wake up. You two stay and watch over him!"
He gave instructions to Fu Jiuhuai and Ning Qinghe.
After saying that, she walked towards Jialuo. She closed her eyes, formed a seal with her hands, and lightly touched Jialuo's forehead.
After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes, a look of confusion on his face.
Wen Lingyue asked in a hoarse voice: "Master, Luo Luo..."
Wen Heng frowned slightly, his eyes full of solemnity and worry, and he spoke slowly: "Lolo's soul... I used my spiritual power to search for it just now, but I couldn't sense the breath of her soul at all."
"What does this mean?"
Wen Heng's eyes also turned red. After hesitating for a moment, he said in a deep voice: "Disappear between heaven and earth!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was struck by lightning. Wen Lingyue's body swayed, and if Wen Yan beside him hadn't been quick to catch him, he would have almost fallen to the ground.
His eyes widened in disbelief, his lips trembling as he murmured, "How could this happen... How could this happen..."
Grandma even fainted. Old Master Wen was frantically pinching her philtrum, his eyes red and tears streaming down.
Wen Zhi bit his lower lip until blood oozed from the corners of his mouth. He clenched his fists, his joints turning white, and shouted at Wen Heng, "Master! There must be a way, right? You have great magical powers, you will definitely be able to find my little sister's soul!"
The voice, with a hint of despair and madness, echoed in the temple.
Just when everyone was in despair, the jade pendant on Jia Luo's chest suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and the little Qilin slowly appeared in front of everyone.
It growled, and golden light shone all over its body. Its originally lively eyes now turned red.
It slowly approached Jialuo, and everyone automatically made way for it. It walked to Jialuo's side and nudged Jialuo's little hand with its little head.
It whimpered softly, and then slowly opened its mouth, and an inner elixir emitting dazzling golden light slowly emerged. The inner elixir slowly floated towards Jialuo and merged into her forehead.
The little Qilin's body instantly wilted, and it lay beside Jia Luo, breathing weakly. It was obvious that the use of this inner elixir had consumed a great deal of its energy.
In an instant, Jialuo's body was emitting a faint golden light. It was the power of the little Qilin's inner elixir that was nourishing her body, trying to retain the last bit of life for her.
When the Wen family members saw this, a glimmer of hope lit up their eyes. They held their breath and looked at Jia Luo nervously.
"Don't look at her, she won't wake up!" Little Qilin's childish voice was filled with endless sorrow.
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