"Cough..." Rong Ruihan's throat felt itchy and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, "Xiaomo?"
His vision has been occupied by blood, and the scenery in front of him is sometimes blurry and sometimes clear in his vision. Just now, he seemed to see a person who looked like Jun Xiaomo avoiding the fireball, so he rushed over, but he never thought that it would really be Jun Xiaomo!
"It's me, Brother Rong, are these injuries on your body caused by those fireballs?" Jun Xiaomo asked anxiously.
At this moment, in the faint light of the night pearl, Jun Xiaomo saw that there was almost no intact part of Rong Ruihan's body. There were countless big black holes in his clothes, and the exposed skin was a bloody mess. , obviously corroded by those fireballs.
"Why are you here?" Rong Ruihan frowned and did not answer Jun Xiaomo's question, "It's very dangerous here, why did you come in?!"
"I wanted to rescue you, but I didn't expect that Daiyan Peak would trap me in too." Jun Xiaomo replied simply.
At this moment, several more fireballs flew towards them. Rong Ruihan hurriedly dragged Jun Xiaomo to the side and hugged Jun Xiaomo, but his back was exposed. Under the fireball attack.
Rong Ruihan groaned and almost knelt down as he couldn't bear the severe pain.
"Brother Rong!" Jun Xiaomo felt the heavy weight on his body, and couldn't help but feel tight, and reflexively hugged Rong Ruihan's waist.
However, Rong Ruihan's back had just been attacked by a fireball. Jun Xiaomo's hug just happened to touch the injured area, and he couldn't help but groan again.
Jun Xiaomo quickly retracted her hand, but when she accidentally looked at her palm, what she saw was a dazzling bright red.
At this time, Jun Xiaomo discovered that Rong Ruihan's back was covered with wet blood.
"Brother Rong, hurry up! Take some healing medicine and go down." Jun Xiaomo hurriedly took out a few bottles of healing medicine from the storage ring, poured out a few with trembling hands, and stuffed them into Rong Ruihan's mouth. .
"It's... useless." Rong Ruihan braced himself, pushed Jun Xiaomo's hand away, then held her cheeks with both hands, looked into her eyes seriously and said, "Xiaomo, listen to me. , the attack here is periodic, and it usually only attacks one person, so when the attack intensity here becomes stronger later, you can put on the invisibility charm and run to the right. In this way, Most of the attacks will stay here, and if you can hold on for a while, Ye Xiuwen will not leave you alone."
"No! I can't leave Brother Rong here alone to carry these fireballs. If you want to run away, let's run together!" Jun Xiaomo said stubbornly.
"We can't run together!" Rong Ruihan coughed a few times and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood. He frowned slightly anxiously and said, "If we run together, there will be more and more fireballs around us. I’m afraid I won’t even be able to dodge the first round of attacks.”
"Brother Rong, didn't you say you can use the invisibility charm? Then let's use the invisibility charm together!" Jun Xiaomo said, taking out several invisibility charms from the storage ring, planning to stick them on Rong Ruihan's body past.
"No! Don't waste the invisibility charm on me." Rong Ruihan refused, and said to Jun Xiaomo seriously, "I don't know how long it will take people outside to open this spiritual weapon, Xiaomo, you are so stupid If you hold on for a while, there will be more hope."
"Brother Rong, I don't know how long it will take us to get out. I only know that I am here to save you. If I am the only one who gets out alive, then everything I do will be completely meaningless. So. "Brother Rong, don't just leave the hope of survival to me. If you want to leave, let's leave together!" Jun Xiaomo raised his head, stared into Rong Ruihan's eyes urgently, and said word by word, with firmness in his eyes. Incomparable light.
Rong Ruihan was in a trance because of the pain, and his vision was sometimes blurred and sometimes clear.
But it was precisely under this situation that Jun Xiaomo's firm eyes burst into his eyes, as if silently telling him that they would definitely get out and be safe. Or go out!
Rong Ruihan's heart trembled slightly, and the thought of sacrificing for Jun Xiaomo slowly disappeared, replaced by a kind of faith and courage that emerged from the bottom of his heart.
"Okay, then let's live together." Rong Ruihan gently stroked Jun Xiaomo's cheek, and then put his hand down for just a short moment.
Rong Ruihan took the invisibility charm from Jun Xiaomo and put it on his body.
The invisibility talisman used by Jun Xiaomo was a high-level invisibility talisman that could completely make a person disappear from figure to breath. Jun Xiaomo smiled and put one on himself.
As both of them disappeared one after another, and the attack power in the spiritual weapon gradually weakened, both Jun Xiaomo and Rong Ruihan hid easily.
"Let's go, let's look around and see if there's a way out here." Jun Xiaomo said to Rong Ruihan, who was invisible beside him.
After all, the attack power in a spiritual weapon is also a type of formation. Weapon refiners often leave various complicated patterns on the spiritual weapon. These patterns contain the rules and secrets of the formation. They are also spiritual weapons. The basis for existence.
As long as they find these formations and take the right medicine, Jun Xiaomo feels that they still have hope of escaping with their own strength.
Although the possibility of this conjecture is very low and the task is very arduous, Jun Xiaomo does not intend to sit still and wait for death.
As long as there is a glimmer of hope, she will not give up!
While Jun Xiaomo and Rong Ruihan were looking for a way to save themselves, Ye Xiuwen was also trying to refine this spiritual weapon in his own way.
Only by successfully refining this spiritual weapon and becoming its owner can he hope to release Jun Xiaomo and Rong Ruihan from the spiritual weapon.
However, the spiritual weapon owned by Dai Yanfeng is obviously not that easy to refine. It has already had a certain degree of self-awareness over the long years, and it has absorbed many souls of the trapped people. Resentment, therefore, this spiritual weapon is not so much a product of the world of cultivation as of the world of demon cultivation. It is very evil inside, and it is not easy to refine it.
Ye Xiuwen felt this feeling. When he slowly integrated his spiritual energy into the spiritual weapon, he first felt an extremely strong sense of rejection. Then, he suddenly felt a burst of strong resentment. Entered the mind.
Ye Xiuwen was shocked and tried hard to stay awake, fighting a tug-of-war with this resentment in his mind.
Fortunately, Ye Xiuwen has always been a determined person, and he was not affected by this resentment. He slowly forced this resentment back into the spiritual weapon.
Ye Xiuwen continued to inject his own spiritual power into the spiritual weapon, and the mark that belonged to Daiyan Peak on the spiritual weapon began to slowly fade and disappear.
This is the basic refining process of all spiritual weapons, that is, erasing the mark belonging to the previous owner and then engraving one's own mark on it.
Fortunately, the former owner of this spiritual weapon, Dai Yanfeng, has died. Otherwise, his mark on the spiritual weapon would not be so easy to erase.
After doing all this, Ye Xiuwen took out a small dagger from the storage ring and cut his wrist hard, and a deep gash appeared on his wrist.
"Senior Brother Ye!" Chen Feiyu and the others looked at Ye Xiuwen worriedly, always feeling that Ye Xiuwen's actions were somewhat dangerous.
Ye Xiuwen did not respond to them, but calmly placed his wrist on the groove of the spiritual weapon. The moment he placed it on it, the spiritual weapon began to frantically absorb the power from his body.
"Well..." Ye Xiuwen grunted. The feeling of having his limbs and limbs pulled out with such force was so painful that he almost couldn't hold on and fell to the ground.
All the disciples from Lintian Peak looked at Ye Xiuwen worriedly. They were worried about his current situation, but they didn't dare to rush up and disturb him.
You know, it is very dangerous to be interrupted in the middle of refining a weapon.
This spiritual weapon is of a very high grade, and refining it requires a lot of power. If Ye Xiuwen hadn't reached the late Nascent Soul stage, he would probably have been sucked to death by this spiritual weapon!
Ye Xiuwen gritted his teeth and struggled to hold on. His eyes gradually became red and covered with bloodshot eyes, and the veins on his forehead were pulsing.
There was only one thought left in his mind, that is - Xiaomo was still waiting for him to save him, he must not fall in this situation!
Perhaps it was this firm thought that gave him the strength to endure this refining. Gradually, he felt that the pain in his body seemed to have weakened, and he began to feel the pulse of the spiritual weapon.
This is a sign that the spirit of the spiritual weapon is gradually surrendering to him.
Perhaps it was a stick of incense, or perhaps more than half an hour, when Ye Xiuwen felt that his power was about to expire, the spiritual weapon suddenly made a shrill cry, penetrating his eardrums, and a wave of Huge black resentment suddenly burst out from the spiritual weapon and rushed towards Ye Xiuwen's face again.
Ye Xiuwen's vision went dark, and he suddenly fell straight down, falling next to the spiritual weapon.
"Senior Brother Ye!"
"Senior Brother Ye!"
The disciples of Lintian Peak ran towards Ye Xiuwen anxiously and hurriedly helped Ye Xiuwen up.
Ye Xiuwen's face was pale, his eyes were tightly closed, his lips were bloodless, and his hands and feet were cold, which made the disciples of Lintian Peak worried.
"Senior Brother Ye, Senior Brother Ye?" Chen Feiyu gently patted Ye Xiuwen's cheek, trying to wake him up.
However, Ye Xiuwen seemed to have completely passed out and could not be awakened at all.
"It seems that Senior Brother Ye has completely fainted." Chen Feiyu said with a frown.
"Um... Did Senior Brother Ye succeed in refining the spiritual weapon? Can Junior Sister come out?" Another disciple from Lintian Peak said with a worried look on his face.
The others listened, looked at each other for a while, and then fell silent in unison.
In the spiritual weapon, Jun Xiaomo, who was walking forward, suddenly raised his head and whispered softly: "I seem to feel Senior Brother Ye's breath..."