After transmigrating into Sword Spirit: The villain obediently comes to my bowl

Dongfang Han's eyes widened, and he said in shock: "What's going on?" Subconsciously, he was about to rush forward...

Ye Liufeng hugged him tightly with sharp eyes, "Xiao Han, calm down and startling Hong won't harm Brother Yu, you think Brother Yu should have known it long ago and made preparations."

Under Ye Liufeng's reminder, Dongfang Han calmed down, feeling a little scared in his heart.

He was too impulsive just now, if Ye Liufeng didn't stop him, the consequences would be disastrous.

Ouyang Lie, Qin Zhuo, Wang Feng and others looked at Dongfang Yu and Jinghong with concern, their eyes full of worry.

The sound of thunder rolled in the sky, and the lightning was condensing, and it felt the provocation of the robber.

After a while, it condensed into a slender black thunderbolt, which shuttled continuously in the robbery cloud.

Dongfang Yu's face was a little pale, Jinghong thought, and a snow-white pill floated in front of Dongfang Yu.

"Ayu, this is the Xueling Good Fortune Pill I refined."

Without the slightest hesitation, Dongfang Yu opened his thin lips lightly, and the Xueling Good Fortune Pill entered, and it turned into rich spiritual power, nourishing Dongfang Yu's limbs and bones.

His somewhat pale face turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the previous trauma in his body healed instantly, and he returned to his peak state.

Surprise flashed in Dongfang Yu's black eyes, and the spiritual power in the dantian was circulating, and a transparent mask appeared on top of the two people's heads.

The black lightning, with the force of thunder, slammed into the transparent mask fiercely.

With a sound of "Bang!", the mask shook for a while, and a crack opened. Under the blocking of the light, the black lightning had only [-]% of its power left, and slammed on Dongfang Yu and Jinghong's bodies fiercely.

Black lightning entered the bodies of the two, constantly destroying their meridians.

The spiritual power in the two of them was running wildly, repairing the wounds caused by the black lightning.

Jinghong's eyes suddenly opened, and with a thought, the top-quality soft soul jade, the ten-thousand-year blood-clotting spirit grass appeared, suspended above her head.

The purple spirit fire is burning blazingly, the top-quality soft soul jade, and the ten thousand-year-old blood coagulated spirit grass are constantly rotating in the purple spirit fire...

It begins to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye, and fuses quickly.

Jinghong's right hand slowly touched in the air, and the fused spiritual liquid disappeared on her finger with a flash of light.

Jinghong Jumei's face became even paler, and beads of sweat rolled down her cheeks.

Dongfang Yu's black eyes were full of distress, and under the control of his mind, half of the blood in his body flowed into Jinghong's hands continuously.

The thunder tribulation during the returning to God period is still going on, and the air is filled with infinite coercion, as if it wants to suppress everything.

Jinghong looked at Dongfang Yu weakly and said: "Ayu, the demigod's blood has already reached one-third, it can be stopped."

Dongfang Yu's black eyes were shining, staring at her closely.

"Jinghong, you said that one-third of the demigod's blood is needed, which is the least amount to transform into the body of the sword god, and the success rate is the smallest?

If one-half of the blood of the demigod has transformed into the body of the sword god, will the success rate be greatly improved? "

Jinghong Meimou looked at him in shock, then his eyes wandered, "Ayu, one third is enough."

The voice was full of urgency, and he looked at Dongfang Yu worriedly.

Seeing Jinghong's dodge, Dongfang Yu knew he had guessed right.

A thought controlled half of the blood in his body, and it quickly flowed into Jinghong's body, his handsome face paled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Jinghong's beautiful eyes were full of mist, and she looked at him anxiously, her voice was full of urgency: "Ayu, stop, okay?

If you fail to cross the tribulation, even if I transform into the body of the divine sword, I will not forgive myself. "

Dongfang Yu smiled, and looked at Jinghong affectionately, "I'll be fine, I haven't formed a Taoist couple with you yet, we'll be fine."

Tears of emotion flowed from Jinghong's eyes, and he took out another elixir with a thought.

This is the blood spirit pill that she refined while being trapped in the Tomb of the Demon God, in case of emergency.

Fortunately, she didn't give up at that time, she failed 99 times with the Blood Spirit Pill.

At that time, she only had one belief in her heart, that Dongfang Yu must have nothing to do, and she was unwilling to give up, so she refined one.

The blood spirit pill flew into Dongfang Yu's mouth, and the strong medicinal power formed a protective layer in Dongfang Yu's meridians.

The blood in Dongfang Yu's body gradually became stronger, and his face looked better.

Jinghong looked at him distressedly, letting tears fall from the corners of his eyes.

Dongfang Yu looked at her dotingly and said, "Don't cry, my heart hurts."

Jinghong knew that now was not the time to cry, so she withdrew her hand from Dongfang Yu.

She was afraid that Dongfang Yu would send most of the demigod's blood for her, and then the return to the gods would really fail, and she didn't want to bear the consequences, nor could she afford them.

……

Dongfang Han looked at a needle-shaped golden lightning in the dark sky, and felt the power contained in the golden lightning.

He stammered a bit, "Liu... Liu Feng, is this the last lightning calamity?"

Worry flashed in Ye Liufeng's peach blossom eyes, "Yes, the last thunder tribulation is the most powerful one. After passing Brother Yu, you will enter the stage of returning to the gods and will ascend to the realm of gods."

He didn't say the rest, everyone in Sunset Clouds Valley knew that if they failed to cross the tribulation, they would not dare to think about it...

Dongfang Yu and Jinghong looked at each other affectionately, as if everything in the world didn't exist at this moment.

Jinghong smiled and said, "Ayu, we will definitely succeed."

The light on her body flickered and turned into a terrifying sword, floating in Dongfang Yu's hands.

The divine light of Jinghong's sword flickered, dazzling.

Dongfang Yu closed his eyes, his dantian's spiritual power was running wildly, forming a transparent mask on top of his head. If you look closely, you will see water waves on the mask, moving in a regular rhythm...

Golden lightning, accompanied by terrifying thunder, struck Dongfang Yu and the Jinghong Sword in his hand.

"boom!"

The golden lightning strikes the transparent mask, and the transparent mask flashes rapidly, confronting the golden lightning...

Time passed by every minute and every second, the golden lightning became weaker, and the transparent mask became thinner, as if it would disappear in the next second.

The people in Sunset Cloud Valley did not dare to blink their eyes. They had never felt that time was so slow.

Unanimously, they prayed in their hearts: Brother Yu and Jinghong survived the thunder disaster of returning to God safely.

White light slowly rose from the top of their heads, condensed into thin threads, and converged towards Dongfang Yu.

It actually pierced through the golden lightning and the transparent protective cover, and sank into Dongfang Yu's head and Jinghong Excalibur.

Dongfang Yu and Jinghong instantly felt what Ouyang Lie, Dongfang Han, Qin Zhuo and others were thinking in their hearts. They still don't know that it is the power of thought.

With the passage of time, the transparent mask was finally overwhelmed, and there was a "click", and cracks appeared and dissipated in the air.

The golden lightning already had one-third of its power left, and struck Dongfang Yu and Jinghong Excalibur.

Dongfang Yu and Jinghong Excalibur were wrapped in golden lightning...

After the golden light disappeared, Dongfang Yu's black hair was gone, his face was pale, bloodshot eyes hung from the corner of his mouth, his snow-white robe was dotted with red plums.

At this moment, with his eyes closed, he looks embarrassed but has a kind of abusive beauty...

The Jinghong sword had disappeared, and Jinghong, who was dressed in white, was suspended in mid-air.

In the silent Sunset Valley, there was no sound, and Dongfang Han's voice sounded for a long time: "Brother Yu...Brother Yu, have they succeeded?"