Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

Chapter 151 Female Cultivator of Hehuan Sect (57)

Jiang Wu crossed his arms and held an oil-paper umbrella, tilting his head to watch their movements.

The dream state is maintained by sucking in vitality and spiritual power. This time they took the initiative to feed it so much, so it naturally became stronger.

Jiang Wu's eyes fell on their slightly solemn faces, and his eyes were clear.

Yun Mian's face changed slightly, "Continue!"

Everyone behind her followed her and tried their best to mobilize the spiritual energy in her Dantian. The spiritual energy hitting the barrier instantly strengthened, and an illusory light curtain appeared on the barrier. Someone was the first to be unable to hold on, and vomited bright red blood from his mouth, and his face was pale. It's like paper, but the hand that keeps making the secrets doesn't stop.

Continuous sounds came from behind. She couldn't turn around, so she reluctantly turned her head and saw that the disciples with lower cultivation levels than her had pale faces and cold sweat dripping from their foreheads, as if they were reaching their limit.

The bright red blood is dazzling.

She frowned, "Stop it first."

Yun Mian's body swayed due to excessive use of spiritual power. The injured disciples were half-kneeling on the ground holding their swords. There was a faint burning sensation in their dantian and they were supported by others.

Ruan Ruan took a step back and ran into a cold embrace.

"Are you ok?"

She shook her head, the soles of her boots still half pressing on his toes, rubbing against a little mud.

The feeling of her spiritual energy being drained made her a little weak. She leaned her back against his chest, stayed there for only a moment, and then left. The soles of her boots moved away naturally, and the two of them never even looked down.

He didn't take any action from beginning to end.

The surrounding spiritual energy was thin, and the spiritual energy accumulated in the Dantian was difficult to recover after being absorbed by the barrier. No one was looking into why the Immortal Lord did not take action together with them.

It's just that certain conjectures inevitably cast a shadow on their minds.

Yun Mian looked at the weak disciples on the ground and said, "Let's go back first. Breaking the barrier requires long-term planning."

Jiang Wu spontaneously followed behind them. The oil-paper umbrella he was holding in his arms was now open. The umbrella's ribs were clear and a slightly dull dead white. The hand holding the umbrella was held on a piece of jade bone carved in one piece.

He approached Ruan Ruan, winked, and smiled sweetly, "Sister, come to my place? I'll hold an umbrella for you." Ruan Ruan naturally refused.

There was obvious disappointment on his face, "Okay."

There was a bit of disappointment in her clear eyes. Why didn't she want to be with him? Was it because the umbrella didn't look good?

He accidentally found a shallow scratch on the umbrella rib, and he suddenly realized that he had not noticed that it was damaged when extracting the rib. No wonder she didn't like it.

It’s time to make a better one in the future.

Thinking about it, he became happy again, but the more he looked at the defective product in his hand, the more dissatisfied he felt, so he threw it aside without caring.

After returning, they learned that someone else had died during this period!
The flesh and blood of the old man in the house seemed to have been sucked dry, leaving only a layer of white skeleton, which dissipated after a moment, leaving nothing behind.

The other people who were still alive looked even more numb with that face, as if they had lost all hope and were lifeless.

When I saw them coming back, there was no trace of emotion on their faces.

Everyone present looked solemn.

Only two black-hearted people were untouched.

"Sister, I'm a little hungry."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind, and it was very close to her. She turned around, and Jiang Wu put his hands behind his back, leaning down to look at her, his tied hair sliding down the side of his face, and his fair cheek flesh bulging slightly.

His voice was neither soft nor serious, and some disciples looked at him with complicated eyes after hearing it.

It seemed that he didn't expect that he was still in the mood to eat and drink at this time.

Another murderous gaze passed him in front of him, but he didn't seem to notice it.

(End of this chapter)