"Let me do it." Gu Fenghua hesitated for a moment, then said in a deep voice.
Her strength is higher, and her control over the holy energy is more subtle. If she takes action, it may be possible to save Su Muyun's life. But it's only possible, she doesn't have much confidence. Clenching the hilt of the sword again, a thin layer of sweat oozed from her palms.
"Sister, Tianyou wants to eat Tangtang, Tianyou wants to eat Tangtang!" Suddenly, Fang Tianyou's dull voice came from his ears.
This guy fell ill again Gu Fenghua and the others were startled.
When they met again, they were all gratified to see that Fang Tianyou had been promoted to the fourth rank of Emperor Saint. They thought that if his cultivation could reach this level, his soul-losing disease would naturally heal. fall ill.
Just when Gu Fenghua and the others were in a daze, Fang Tianyou was already taking cheerful steps, waving his small hands or big hands, and rushed towards Su Muyun like a coquettish child.
"Bang!" The next moment, Fang Tianyou slammed into the invisible barrier condensed by the power of the demon spirit.
Although they are only demon souls, they are all powerful existences in legends. Even in their heyday, it would be difficult for Fang Tianyou's fourth-rank cultivation to resist the joint blow of these five demon souls, let alone him. The holy spirit was greatly damaged, and it was almost on the verge of exhaustion.
The invisible power of the demon spirit rippled around, but the power that erupted was so tyrannical that Fang Tianyou stepped back a few steps and fell to the ground. The churning qi and blood that had been suppressed before could no longer be suppressed, and spewed out a mouthful of blood.
A faint smell of blood permeated the air, but Fang Tianyou himself didn't realize it. "Sister, you promised to buy me candy, you promised me, your words don't count." He mumbled to himself with tears in his voice, got up, waved his hands again, and moved towards Su Muyun rushed away.
"Bang!" There was another muffled sound, and Fang Tianyou fell to the ground again, spurting out a mouthful of blood.
Without staying for a moment, he immediately got up again, waved his hands, and staggered forward.
"Don't!" Gu Fenghua finally came back to his senses, and suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm.
However, Fang Tianyou didn't know where the strength came from, so he threw off her arm and continued to rush towards the invisible barrier.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang" A muffled sound came one after another. Fang Tianyou, like moths rushing to a flame, slammed into the barrier formed by the power of the demon spirit again and again, and blood gushed out one after another. , dyed the holy robe on his chest red.
"Sister, you promised me, your words don't count, you promised me" The sobbing sound echoed in the night sky, making people feel sad involuntarily.
Originally thought that when his cultivation base was promoted to the fourth rank of Emperor Sage, his soul-loss disease should be completely cured, but judging from the situation, not only did he not recover, but it was even more serious than before. Lornen and the others were all stunned and wanted to stop him, but seeing the grief on his face, they didn't dare to make a move easily.
When the cultivation base reaches this level, the strength of the soul is not comparable to that of ordinary people. If it is a coincidence, the soul may live forever even after death, but once there is a problem with the soul, it is even more difficult to heal. If Fang Tianyou's state of losing his soul is ignored, there will usually be no serious problems when he regains consciousness on his own, but if he tries to forcibly wake him up, it is likely to hurt his soul, and at least the way of cultivation will be ruined , and in severe cases, mental disorder, and there will be no day of sobriety. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com