The strongest starting system

Chapter 1378 Boundless Nightmare
Xin Yiyang's expression was slightly regretful at this time, but soon he smiled easily: "I didn't expect that I would still have a backhand, right? Hehe, this was specially prepared for Zhao Wushuang. After he was attacked by this attack, he would fall into infinity. Horrible dream, I was scared to death alive."

"This way of death may be particularly memorable, and none of you can save him." Xin Yiyang said with a laugh at this point: "Even if you can use the thunder with amazing destructive power, in the end you will still die in a nightmare Among them, Zhao Wushuang, this is your final ending, and anyone who opposes the Great Song Dynasty will end badly."

"I'll give you a chance. I'll come here again in five days. If you don't hand over the prince by then, all of you will be wiped out!"

After speaking, Xin Yiyang waved his sleeve robe, and it turned into a gust of wind and receded, and Dao Zun and others followed suit.

Xin Yiyang felt that this was the best time to retreat. If seven or eight Saints and Nine Heavens powerhouses rushed forward again, they might not be able to hold back with their current strength.

He didn't want to be said to be retreating because of fear, and the best time to retreat was after he said some harsh words.

There was no one in the Qinglian Holy Land to stop them. If the strong men of the Saint Jiuchongtian were determined to escape, they would not be able to stop them either.

The most critical thing now is how to solve the crisis on Zhao Wushuang.

Zhao Wushuang fell into a coma and lay in Ling Qingjue's arms. In a short period of time, his neck was covered with a layer of black unknown horniness, and Zhao Wushuang in a coma frowned slightly, as if he felt a little uncomfortable.

Among the crowd, Hellboy was a sage who was proficient in medical skills. He knelt down and put his hand on Zhao Wushuang's wrist to detect his pulse.

"How's the situation?" Ling Qingjue asked quickly.

After a while, Hellboy opened his eyes with a serious look on his face.

"It's not very good. The energy in his body has fallen into a state of slow flow. There are only two possibilities for this situation. One is that he was fatally injured and his vitality was lost, and the other is that the energy in his body has not been cultivated. Zhou Tian , so it will become slower and slower until it completely disperses and becomes a useless person."

What Hellboy said made everyone's hearts sink. No matter what it was, it might cause great harm to Zhao Wushuang.

"Is there any other way?" Fox Ji asked worriedly. She tried to inject her own energy into Zhao Wushuang just now, but was rejected.

Zhao Wushuang who was in a coma also blocked his Yuanli cultivation, forming a closed circulation cycle, and no one could rely on the input of Yuanli to treat him.

The Empress herself was also proficient in certain medical skills, she made a decision immediately after checking the movement of Yuanli in Zhao Wushuang's body.

"The most urgent task now is to send him to the place where the energy is most abundant, to counteract the disappearance of the energy, and then find a solution, otherwise, it will not take long before all the vitality in his body will be exhausted. Can't be saved."

"Send it to my cave!" Ancestor Qinglian offered without hesitation the cave he had retreated for many years. It is the spiritual center of the entire Qinglian Holy Land, and the heaven and earth energy is the most abundant.

Then they carefully lifted Zhao Wushuang to the back mountain, and the rest of them went to rearrange the troops on duty to prevent the Song people from attacking again.

At this time, Zhao Wushuang, who was in a dream, came to another place.

"Hey, surnamed Gu, wake up, kid."

Zhao Wushuang heard a voice calling him in a daze, but when he opened his eyes, his expression became a little stunned.

where is this place?Behind is the mountain peak, in the distance is the blue sea and forest, and the wooden house next to it, isn't this the place where he lives?Not far from the yard is a jungle and a waterfall.

Zhao Wushuang was startled. He remembered that he seemed to have fallen into a coma, but the exact reason for the coma is unknown.

When he was meditating, the luxuriously dressed young men in brocade clothes standing beside him were not happy.

The hooked-nosed young man in the lead frowned, and said coldly: "I didn't expect that your life is so hard, you have been locked in this wooden house by us for so long, and you were beaten to death by us just now, and now you have woken up again." , but you think this is the end? If you dare to meddle in my business, I won't make it easier for you!"

Zhao Wushuang raised his eyes to look at the hooked-nosed young man after hearing the words, and gradually, a person's name popped up in the back of his mind, the outer sect disciple of Qinglian Holy Land,

He remembered that when he was staying in Qinglian Holy Land, he once had a dispute with him in the Martial Arts Pavilion, and the two sides even fought a round, which ended in Zhao Wushuang's easy victory.

But at that time, I obviously won, and my strength was far superior to them, so how could I be beaten to death by these people?
Zhao Wushuang pinched himself hard, didn't wake up, but it hurt a lot.

The real pain made him suddenly have an absurd thought: Is it possible that I have lost my cultivation base?
He didn't have time to think about the reason, he only knew himself, and he seemed to have lived another life.

"How long has it been since the disciple trial meeting?" Zhao Wushuang asked suddenly, with eager eyes.

The teenagers were taken aback for a moment, what's going on?How dare this lowly disciple who was beaten to death by them before talk to them like this?

A fat man actually replied subconsciously: Two years, but after he finished speaking, he showed annoyed expression.

Zhao Wushuang's breathing became short, he seemed to remember that he came to Qinglian Holy Land, but he stayed for a few months and then went to other places.

But now there is another voice in his mind telling him that this is the real life he has experienced. The two voices are constantly entangled and repeated, which makes Zhao Wushuang have a splitting headache.

Zhao Ming got a little angry, he took a step forward, and at the same time wanted to wave the whip in his hand; "Bitch, are you looking for whips!"

Zhao Wushuang finally had a reaction at this time, he dodged the whip in an instant while he was kneeling on the spot.

This is the body's instinctive reaction, if it is really a waste from birth, it is impossible to have such a fast movement speed.

While flashing, he jumped up from the ground, and then leaped forward like a rabbit, aiming at Zhao Ming.

The anger on Zhao Ming's face grew stronger. He was about to change direction and hit Zhao Wushuang with a whip, but he saw a phantom passing by his waist, and then he felt a chill on his neck.

Zhao Wushuang took the dagger from Zhao Ming's waist and placed it around his neck.

"If you dare to move, I'll make a hole in your neck." A flat voice came into Zhao Ming's ears. Zhao Ming just wanted to reprimand him, but his body suddenly turned cold.

Because he met Zhao Wushuang's eyes, there was not much fluctuation in those eyes, but at that moment, Zhao Ming felt that the god of death was staring at him.

(End of this chapter)