Even if you know that the road ahead leads to death, you will no longer have to worry.
Qinglong and the others should have been happy because Xi Yue had the origin of wood and only she could save Ji Mingyu.
She was willing to forgive Ji Mingyu and help him, which meant that Ji Mingyu could finally be saved.
They should have been happy, but...
But no matter what method she used, as long as Xi Yue saved Ji Mingyu, she herself would also... also be doomed, and even die of exhaustion.
After all, this is just a method of exchanging life for life. Even if the master really comes back to life, he will never be happy.
Qinglong's eyes showed deep guilt and pain. He slowly knelt down and opened his mouth, but could not utter a word.
The other people also knelt down, their eyes red, "We will never forget Miss Xiyue's life-saving grace."
Xi Yue sneered, with an indescribable arrogance and arrogance in her smile, "I saved my own man, do I need you to thank me?"
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The eight Qinglong men worked together, using 100% of their cultivation to condense a wind sword and slashed at the thick, impenetrable cold fog.
The cold mist rolled and spread violently, drifting and touching Qinglong and others.
Even though they had god-level cultivation, they were completely frozen and could no longer move.
The eight people's eyes all fell on Xi Yue. The girl's frail figure looked so thin and fragile in the thick fog.
However, she took every step very steadily.
The icy mist that could freeze a god-level monk fell on her, but was quickly dispelled by the bright light.
However, with the endless release of the Origin of Wood, Xi Yue's face became paler and paler.
The little red bird shouted worriedly in the space: "Xi Yue, are you crazy? Do you really want to save Ji Mingyu? No, I am not against you saving Ji Mingyu, but Ji Mingyu could still be saved a few days ago. If you save him now, you may have to sacrifice your own cultivation, or even your life? You can't exchange your life for his life!"
Dandan had been crying and calling for daddy when he heard that Ji Mingyu was going to die. But when he heard that Xi Yue wanted to exchange her life for his, he immediately screamed, "Mom, no, Dandan doesn't want mom to die! Mom, you said you wouldn't abandon Dandan!"
As it said this, it was about to rush out regardless of everything.
Xi Yue's eyes moved, and suddenly her spiritual consciousness moved. One of the porcelain bottles in the Lingxiao Palace in the space flew high into the sky and shattered with a bang.
The light blue powder floated in the air and fell on Dandan, the little cow and the little red bird.
The little guys were caught off guard and immediately staggered as if they were drunk, and fainted after a few breaths.
Xi Yue's consciousness gently caressed the little guys and whispered, "I'm sorry."
Then, he stood up and without any hesitation, walked quickly towards the direction where the cold was the strongest.
The Wuqing Lingquan was not very big, and Xi Yue quickly found Ji Mingyu, who seemed to be without breath, in a corner of the pool.
The entire spiritual spring was originally a hot spring, but at this time it had lost all its temperature and instead had condensed into thick ice.
However, the ice did not freeze around Ji Mingyu, and the water in the pool around him began to boil instead.
Ji Mingyu's handsome face was trembling and twisted in extreme pain, and his hands that were supporting the edge of the pool were dug into the mud, a bloody mess.
His body seemed to be entangled with boiling fire spirit power and black devouring power. It should be scorching hot, but between his eyebrows and on his hair, there was condensation of ice. (To be continued)