The feeling should be staying in Taixuan Dao's body.
The life of the people under the ice is running out, Yin Wushu is the same, and Xie Bai can't escape.
Lou Xianyue hurriedly responded, froze for a moment, gritted her teeth and stomped her feet, and said, "Okay! Try it!"
She raised her hand and took out a knife from a small pocket at her waist, and carefully cut a gash between the index fingers of both hands, blood gushing out from her mouth.
She opened and closed her mouth silently, recalling the content of the formation that she saw back then, while raising her hand to draw the runes of the formation in the void.
When she fell the first line of blood, Xie Bai raised his hand, and a black tree full of dead branches grew out of thin air from the black tide. It's the same, frantically absorbing the black water under the roots.
That is the tree of all souls that moves with the Yin guest.
A branch was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then shook out a thin thread and wrapped it around Xie Bai's wrist.
Xie Bai flicked his wrist, and the surging black mist rolled towards Lou Xianyue, enveloping Lou Xianyue's fingers in the formation.
There was a clear sound like metal impact coming from Lou Xianyue's hands, huge and thick spiritual power flowed out from Xie Bai's body, and was used by Lou Xianyue again. A stream of fire-like light.
But the amount of spiritual power consumed by each method was astonishingly huge. After only drawing half a formation, Xie Bai felt that the spiritual power accumulated in his body for more than two hundred years had been emptied. His body was so cold that he couldn't hold it.
The pain accompanied by the dizziness caused by the surge of spiritual power made him suffer a lot. The merman beside him couldn't stand it any longer. He opened his mouth and let out a very slow and strange tone from the bottom of his throat. This tone was like the water in a hot spring pool. Same, wrapping Xie Bai in it little by little.
"Xiaobai hold on, there is one last point..." Lou Xianyue couldn't help but said.
Xie Bai couldn't even utter a word, he knelt down on one knee and sat down, but he was still using the spiritual power of the Ten Thousand Spirit Tree to transfer it to Lou Xianyue. The moment he sat down on his knees, the man under the ice who was pinned by thousands of golden threads finally couldn't bear it anymore, and lowered his bloodless head.
"Hurry up..." Xie Bai's vision was blurred by the pain, he struggled to distinguish Yin Wushu's figure, and couldn't help but say something.
Hurry up, or it will be too late...
The color of the golden thread that pierced the man under the ice became lighter and lighter, until finally it was almost gone. Without the support of the gold thread, the man under the ice fell straight down from the sky like a fallen leaf and fell into the black tide.
Xie Bai's soul was already so faint that he was almost invisible, he could almost feel that as the cold intensified, the connection between his soul and his physical body became weaker and weaker, and it was almost impossible to feel it.
Yin Wushu, who was not far away, did the same. As soon as the golden thread disappeared, he arched his body and fell sideways.
At that critical moment, Lou Xianyue withdrew her hand, and the entire formation finally took shape. She raised her hand impatiently, and patted the formation directly on the falling Yin Wushu. The moment the shot was taken, she was shocked: What should Xiao Bai do!
Xie Bai curled up his body, and his will gradually melted away in the torture. Holding on to the last bit of consciousness, he tried to open his eyes, just in time to see the blood-glow magic circle just landed under Yin Wushu, catching Yin Wushu.
He sighed very lightly, and finally closed his eyes in relief.
Surrounded by endless darkness, with the loss of life, Xie Bai couldn't even feel the pain. He felt that he should be dying soon, because he couldn't remember things clearly. Everything, no matter what happened just now, Or earlier, he seems to have forgotten.
He felt that even the memory began to disappear along with the pain, and his mind was empty, leaving only endless fatigue and sleepiness. He just wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep, never to get up again.
He felt that he was having the last dream of his life, the dream was pitch black, who had it, there was only a light and soft meow, like a whine.
He saw a black kitten slowly showing its figure in the darkness, walking towards him staggeringly, with golden silk threads flowing on its body, after turning around a few times, it climbed onto Xie Bai's bed The front chest did not enter his heart.
The cold chest gradually felt a little warmer, which was much more comfortable than the previous pain.
The kitten rubbed against his neck with the top of its head, then lay down on the ground in a nonchalant manner, lower and lower, curled up against Xie Bai with its head tilted, and gradually became silent.
When all the golden threads fell into Xie Bai's heart and no more overflowed, he couldn't help but patted the little black cat's head, only to find that there was a pool of dark red stuff under the little black cat's drooping head—