Chapter 10

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Demon Lord Tianxiao...the arrogant big cat?

Xie Tingyun, who realized belatedly what he was thinking, took a deep breath.

He must be crazy to come up with such a metaphor.

I guess he lost too much blood due to the serious injury, so his mind became unclear.

Rather than believing that Demon Lord Tianxiao is a kind-hearted, harmless and arrogant big cat, it is better to believe that the stone lion at the gate of their sect can speak human language.

Either one looks weird, okay?

The two were still falling. It seemed that the most fatal thing about this ruthless ghost rift was the poisonous miasma that permeated it. Xie Tingyun had not discovered anything else yet.

The two were enveloped in the soft spiritual barrier, and the poisonous miasma could not harm them for a while, so Ning Chen relaxed a little, and even began to look around. He looked so relaxed that he did not look like someone who was forced to jump into the Merciless Ghost Rift, but rather like someone who came here for sightseeing.

After an unknown amount of time, the poisonous miasma around him gradually began to thin out.

Ning Shen raised his eyes and the visibility around him gradually increased. The rugged stone walls stood silently on both sides. When he looked down, he could vaguely see the shadows of the dense forest below, and occasionally he could even hear the howling of unknown beasts.

Ning Chen looked down and found that Xie Tingyun had fallen into coma again without knowing when. It was probably because his body's self-protection mechanism was forced to wake up due to the serious injury. When Ning Chen reached out to feel his pulse and breathing, Xie Tingyun was unable to wake up.

Ning Shen frowned.

After weighing the options for a moment, he reached out and felt around Xie Tingyun, but he didn't find the storage bag he wanted. Instead, he noticed that Xie Tingyun was still holding his precious sword. Then he remembered that his spear had fallen into the Bodhi formation, and he immediately felt miserable.

His points were not rich to begin with!!

But then again, don't these monks carry storage bags? Not even life-saving pills or elixirs?

Ning Chen originally wanted to give him some medicine, or at least some first aid, but in the end he got nothing.

Instead, Xie Tingyun was awakened by Ning Chen's action. After a long pause, he said in a low voice, "What... are you going to do now?"

Ning Shen's expression was complicated.

I don’t know if the male protagonist will just die like this.

This level of durability was beyond Ning Shen's imagination. He could still be alive and well for so long with such injuries. It was only because this was a world of immortal cultivation, otherwise ten lives would not be enough for Xie Tingyun.

Before Ning Chen could respond, the spiritual barrier around the two of them shook violently. Ning Chen looked over and found that the two of them had actually crashed straight into a sharp spike that protruded from the stone wall.

Not only that, the gaps between the stone walls below became narrower and narrower, and more and more thorns protruded out, and their shapes became sharper and more strange.

Next, the spiritual barrier made collision sounds one after another, which made Ning Shen dizzy and almost vomit.

The spiritual barrier also began to flicker unsteadily, as if it would suddenly shatter and disappear at some point, leaving the two of them completely exposed to the extremely dangerous Merciless Demon Rift.

Ning Chen had no doubt that if they just fell down like that, they would definitely be pierced through, and maybe they would each hang on different spikes and greet each other.

Xie Tingyun was also shocked and regained some of his consciousness. He looked around with cold sweat, and after realizing the situation of the two people, he reached out and gently tapped Ning Chen on the back of the neck.

Xie Tingyun's fingertips were so cold that they were almost lifeless. Ning Chen was so inexplicably touched that he couldn't help but feel numbness in the back of his neck, and almost cursed.

What kind of magical weapon is this? Why doesn't it have any physical presence?

But the surrounding spiritual barrier suddenly brightened and directly released all the spiritual power stored in the magic weapon to resist the rugged terrain around.

After doing all this, Xie Tingyun seemed to have used up all the strength he had saved for a long time. He coughed a few times in a low voice, holding back the bloody smell in his throat and said, "...Not enough."

His words were nonsensical, but Ning Chen understood them immediately for some reason.

It is not enough to rely solely on the protection of the magic weapon, not to mention that this magic weapon is probably maintained by Xie Tingyun's spiritual power, and he is still maintaining it even in this state.

Ning Chen really admires Xie Tingyun's will to survive.

I feel ashamed of myself.

He didn't feel that he wanted to live very much. After all, it was over after having fun. But since it had come to this, he was unwilling to do anything that would hold him back.

At this point, even if the spiritual barrier was opened to the maximum, it would not last long. The barrier was becoming increasingly transparent and dim. If it hit a few more thorns, it would probably be completely shattered.

The further they went down, the more and denser the thorns they broke. Ning Chen wanted to go into the system mall and exchange for a weapon at the speed of light, but he couldn't afford to be distracted for a moment at this moment. The barrier might shatter at any time. If Ning Chen failed to respond in time due to distraction, then he would be powerless to save the situation.

So Ning Chen almost immediately reached out to borrow Xie Tingyun's sword. Xie Tingyun was in a bad condition and instinctively dodged to avoid being touched. However, in such a small space, he had nowhere to hide.

Ning Chen sighed, stretched out his hand and snatched the long sword from his hand, whispering: "I'll just borrow it for a while, and return it to you later - is your cleanliness habit more important, or your life?"

"..." Xie Tingyun stopped talking after hearing this and silently let go of his hand.

If it weren't inappropriate, Ning Chen would have to ask if you sword cultivators all treat your natal sword as your wife. It seems so strict and you don't allow outsiders to touch it at all.

After smashing several sharp spikes in a row, the two finally landed in a temporary safe space.

At this moment, Ning Chen left the protection range of the magic weapon, and the Chengfeng Sword in his hand was jumping with magic flames, obviously infused with countless magic breath.

He took advantage of this opportunity and swung his sword toward the place below where countless thorns were growing.

The demonic aura of the Great Demon of the Silent Realm burned continuously on the sword energy, and it cut off the thorns below one by one with unstoppable force. Almost in an instant, countless broken stones and pillars rolled down, and half of the stone wall was cleared in an instant.

Almost at the same time, the spiritual power barrier around the two of them shattered instantly. Ning Chen raised his hand to hold Xie Tingyun, and then used his backhand to insert the Chengfeng Sword into the stone wall next to him.

Almost half of the long sword was sunk into the dark stone wall, leaving a deep mark as the two men fell. Sparks flew out with a crackling sound, shining brightly in the nearly abyss-like crack.

Ning Shen was unable to control his body's balance, and the half of his body holding the sword left a long bloody mark on the stone wall. He groaned slightly.

Xie Tingyun looked up in surprise, and his pupils shrank involuntarily.

The speed at which the two men fell suddenly slowed down.

Blood was already dripping onto Xie Tingyun's body. His mind went blank for a while, but his body reacted without his brain's intervention.

Xie Tingyun suddenly raised his hand and pressed it on Ning Chen's hand that was tightly holding the sword. Ning Chen's blood dripped on the side of his face and slid down from the corners of his eyes like silent tears of blood.

Xie Tingyun said hoarsely: "Let go, let go..."

Ning Chen was almost numb with pain, but he was too proud to suffer, and he refused to even make a sound when someone was here. He just happened to hear Xie Tingyun's words, so he waited until the speed slowed down to a suitable level, then let go without hesitation, allowing the two of them to fall straight into the dense forest below.

“…”

The Chengfeng Sword had been deeply embedded in the stone wall. Ning Chen had no way of pulling the sword out under the circumstances. Ning Chen had originally been thinking that if he left the other person's natal sword there, given Xie Tingyun's current stubbornness, he might go down and fight him to the death.

However, it seems that the male protagonist is still relatively reasonable.

This was the last thought that went through Ning Chen's mind before he fell.

…

I don't know how many layers of leaves I passed through, or how many rough branches I broke through. My entire body seemed to be completely shattered, and my flesh and blood were all blurred.

After an unknown amount of time, Xie Tingyun managed to regain consciousness. He opened his blood-soaked eyes and was unable to move for a moment. The field of vision in front of him was a dark blood red, and he felt dizzy. At this moment, Xie Tingyun was thinking about the deep bloodstain caused by friction in the deep darkness.

There was absolutely no need for that tranquil path to bear the weight of two people, and it stuck to the bloodstains left by the friction on the stone wall.

Xie Tingyun's body was covered in blood from being pierced by countless broken branches, and his throat was filled with a thick smell of blood. He suddenly couldn't remember why he cared about such a shocking bloodstain, but he cared about it very much, to the point that his breathing would stop and his heart would be broken when he saw it.

Xie Tingyun's eyes narrowed slightly and his throat moved, as if he was silently reciting two words.

The real scene overlapped with a certain unforgettable fragment in the past memory. Xie Tingyun was trembling all over, as if only reciting something silently could ease the pain a little.

He tried to struggle, but the thorns held him back.

He wanted to shout, but the blood blocked his throat;

He wanted to cry loudly, but someone repeatedly scolded him with a stern face, telling him not to just cry when encountering problems, and that he would be thrown out if he dared to cry.

He was already powerless, so he allowed himself to slide into the abyss of death.

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Unreconciled.

I'm not willing to accept this.

Why did he die like this?

Xie Tingyun trembled and opened his eyes.

The five senses surged towards Xie Tingyun like a tide, bringing with them countless unspeakable pains.

Blood had already soaked his long eyelashes. Xie Tingyun raised his hands to hold the ground, trying to prop himself up.

Only after trying countless times did Xie Tingyun realize that what he thought was the movement of raising his hands to support himself was just a weak and slight movement of his fingers.

The next moment, he heard a voice that sneered and hissed at a low volume, "It really hurts... Those idiots had better pray that they don't die so quickly. If they get caught by me, they will die."

Xie Tingyun: "..."

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Ning Chen: Are you ********* me************************************

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