The Eldest Martial Sister Gave Up Treatment

Absorb the spiritual energy of the fairy stone, while continuing to release your own fluctuating light effects.

The power to devour the Immortal Spirit Stone cannot be achieved overnight, it requires a short process.

Both sides wanted to delay time, and the situation stagnated for a while.

at the same time.

Outside Bronze Valley.

The group of people who had just walked out of the palace had a heated discussion as they walked.

"Didn't you say that the witch queen is quite unreasonable, how could she let us go?"

The female nun shook her head and sighed: "I don't know very well. I heard many rumors from Jiang Jing. Maybe the witch queen changed, maybe Jiang Jing lied to me."

"Oh shit."

There were a lot of curses against Jiang Jing on the ice field, and there were also many praises for Bai Lian.

What is a real born saint!

At this moment, the female cultivator suddenly waved her hand.

"Someone."

The noisy talking stopped.

They all looked into the distance, only to see a dark shadow moving slowly in the snow.

The black shadow was in ragged clothes, and it was covered with red-black filthy blood and white snow slag.

He fell every few steps he took.

But no matter how he fell, he would definitely get up again after a few breaths.

He staggered like this.

forward.

Keep going forward.

Never change your direction.

"It's a ghost!"

someone exclaimed.

The nun was stunned.

The ghost will become like this and they cannot get rid of it. Before that, she will definitely kill the ghost without hesitation.

But now her position has changed.

She had no reason to deal with ghosts.

She just watched silently.

Until the ghost walked slowly in front of them.

The ghost stopped.

His face was dirty and he couldn't open his eyes.

But he could feel someone in front of him.

He asked, "Haitang Chunyuan, are you there yet?"

The female nun opened her mouth and finally said, "It's right in front."

"thanks……"

The ghost managed to squeeze a hoarse voice out of his throat.

He didn't turn his head and kept walking.

Keep going. Keep going.

Into a more violent snowstorm.

"..."

This is clearly burning his own life, right?

The nun silently looked at the ghost's back.

What is it that supports the ghost whose body has been broken to the point of collapse at any time?

Loyalty to the Temple of Hades?

"You go first, I'll take a look."

The nun didn't care about the reaction of the others, she ran straight towards the ghost.

She wants to grab that answer!

Chapter 7 I want to see her laugh! 5.5k

For ghosts, this road has never been more difficult to walk.

Not because the road was long, or because his body could break down at any moment.

In layman's terms, he is playing a spicy chicken game.

in normal games.

You can follow the game prompts to break through the levels one by one, one boss to one boss fight, one character to one character strategy...

Whenever the progress bar rises to 100%, it means that you have gained a new boost in the game.

The sense of accomplishment that burst out of that moment can completely defeat the boring journey.

But now the "game" is different.

Because the eyes can no longer be opened.

Also because the consciousness can no longer be spread out.

More because the ears are always filled with the whistling of the north wind.

As the Spectre dragged his crippled body across the ice, he received little feedback.

He climbed over the ice hill, he climbed out of the snow valley with difficulty, and he fell into the depths of the ice cave twice.

After he overcomes these difficulties, he still cannot be happy.

Because what stood in front of him was still the endless darkness!

He didn't know where he had gone.

I don't even know if I'm on my way.

I don't even know if I can really come to Haitang Chunyuan before I die.

The darkness was like an open mouth of the abyss, and he would be swallowed whole by the slightest carelessness.

But don't think that mouth is warm, moist and comfortable.

there.

is hell!

A hell of fear and despair!

Just looking at it, the ghost felt that his soul was about to be torn to pieces.

During the march, the girl's voice rang in his ears several times.

"There is no need to fight anymore."

"Stop, it doesn't matter what you promise, I won't blame you."

"Wouldn't it be nice to just stay here with me?"

Too.

Maybe just find a place to lie down and wait for the last trace of heat in your body to dissipate without having to be accompanied by fear and despair.

At that time, he found a thick ice surface and sat down.

Once the tight muscles relax, he feels like he's being squeezed by the heat

pack.

What a comfortable experience that was!

The ghost's eyes still could not be opened, but he saw the brilliant spring light through the darkness.

in front of you.

An ice sheet is no longer an ice sheet.

Snow mountains are no longer snow mountains.

Green willows sway in the wind by the warm stream.

Three or five children chased and made trouble.

Just three feet away from him, Pingting, a young girl wearing a simple and elegant veil, stood.

She was still the same.

Her lavender hair exuded a refreshing fragrance.

When the girl does not speak, the ghost does not speak either.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Life