The Infinite Way of the Heroic Army

After lying on the ground for a while, Zhao felt that his body had some remaining strength. He climbed up with trembling support and took the time to meditate to recover, because the next step was a more difficult transmission, and the Wuji Sword could not withstand the sun for too long. In order to burn, the transmission must be completed before the sun comes up, otherwise it will fall short.

Seeing Zhao like this, Ji Shu hesitated to speak, but in the end he just sighed, because he had promised Zhao that he would complete everything Zhao asked him to do perfectly.

Zhao, if I can guarantee my promise to you, then you must also guarantee your promise to me!

Zhao stood up after the meditation. The energy he had at the beginning was gone. Now he was in constant pain and exhausted. Both his body and mind were clamoring for him to give up. What he had just experienced had to be experienced again. He I know I can't drag it out any longer.

Zhao took the Wuji Sword and activated the magic circle in the dojo. The solar energy began to be transmitted. The Jishu was injecting wood element energy into the solar energy on the Wuji Sword.

The way to prevent Yi from feeling any pain is to let Zhao help him bear it. It is transmitted from Zhao's Wuji Sword to Yi's Wuji Sword. Jishu wants to keep the sun's energy. During the transmission process, the sun's energy is transferred from Zhao's Wuji Sword to Yi's Wuji Sword. The Wuji Sword was transferred to Zhao, then from Zhao to the Wuji Sword, and then from the Wuji Sword to Yi's Wuji Sword.

Zhao He's own Wuji Sword is just a transmission conductor, and the magic circle is a transportation prop. Every time it is transmitted to Yi's Wuji Sword, it can only transmit a trace of solar energy, and every time Zhao has to endure the pain of burning, and only Only when solar energy is transmitted to the Wuji Sword can the Extreme Tree be repaired, and it cannot be suppressed with water.

Extracting bit by bit, fortunately, the transmission process does not need to be done by Zhao himself when taking it out. The magic circle takes over this role, but Zhao must endure the pain of being burned again and again. Once he loses consciousness, the energy in his body will no longer be maintained. The physical body, Jishu's repair cannot be carried out, and Zhao will be reduced to ashes in an instant.

The blood in his body seemed to have drained out and was no longer seeping out. His entire body had shrunk by more than half. There were cracks on his skin, like glass that could break at any time, and his bones were clearly visible.

The ball of solar energy on the Wuji Sword has also shrunk by more than half, and the pain Zhao needs to endure is getting smaller and smaller. But at this time, his physical endurance is also getting smaller and smaller, and from time to time, solar energy still escapes from his body. .

At this moment, he could only be fixed on the model made of the spiritual stone on Tuxing Mountain, because he could no longer maintain his posture by himself.

Don't let him collapse on the ground, as this is not conducive to transmission.

When he couldn't maintain his posture, Jishu understood what he meant with a glance. He quickly took out the specially made model and fixed Zhao on the model so that he could maintain this posture without any effort, and the entire portrait was lifted. Like puppets.

The energy of the sun is getting smaller and smaller, and Zhao's consciousness begins to rotate in a coma. Even if he is unconscious for only 0.01 seconds, his body is deteriorating rapidly. If this continues, even if he survives to the end, he may not be able to He died immediately after his injuries were repaired.

Zhao's eyes had been closed. Ji Shu could only worry at the side. He could only shake the leaves around him, trying to use such a small sound to keep Zhao awake a little bit. The huge tree in the distance blew a while. There was a strong gust of wind, and the doors and windows made a loud crashing sound.

The extremely noisy sounds around him allowed Zhao to find a trace of clarity in the endless pain. His trembling eyelids slowly opened, and there was only a blurry scene trembling in his eyes. He had never seen anything like this in his memory. Jishu, Jishu has always been very calm. Even if the sky falls, he may be slow. He is a tree of unknown age. He is the patron saint of the Wuji clan. Maybe when Wuji’s children are about to die, he will The mood will fluctuate.

The scenes where he was so angry in the past were just made up in his own mind, or a play performed by his pampering junior to accompany him. He should be living more leisurely on this mountain, and he was already doing this with him.

Seeing that Zhao's body was no longer deteriorating, Jishu breathed a sigh of relief. Zhao is his descendant, and can also be said to be his friend. After all, generations of Wuji descendants have treated him with respect and no offense at all, giving him a stable image. Passed down from generation to generation, the successors of Wuji who came later respected him even more, which made him very bored.

There are very few naughty Wuji descendants, and even fewer like Zhao. He actually brings a lot of fun to himself, and the time spent with him should be the happiest time for me.

Zhao looked at the blurry scene of Jishu and took a breath, but it was only a breath. Fortunately, the spirit stone could withstand the energy of the sun. The ability to maintain the current posture was all thanks to the model made of this spirit stone.

The power of the sun is still a little bit low, but now Zhao doesn't even have the strength to look at Jishu. His head hangs down, his chin is on his chest, and his eyelids are closed, as if he can no longer hold on.

With the last glimmer of his eyes, he dimly saw the pendant attached to his chest falling downwards, and its rope finally broke after being unable to withstand the residual power of the sun's energy.

The clothes on Zhao's body had already been burned. The pendant passed over his belly and fell to the ground and broke into two pieces. The crisp sound of the pendant hitting the ground reached Zhao's ears.

"Zhao, zhao, zhao!"

Who is calling me? This voice is so familiar.

Zhao slowly opened his eyes.

The figure engraved in my heart appears before my eyes

"is it you?"

The moment Zhao saw her, his eyes were already red.

"it's me."

Zhao tried hard not to cry, pursed his lips and controlled his facial muscles, but tears still streamed from the corners of his eyes.

"Zhao, you can't fall here, our children still need you."

"But I'm so tired, I can't hold on anymore." With a crying voice, the tears couldn't stop.

"I know, I know everything." The smile in front of him was so warm. "Zhao has always been an upright hero in my mind."

Her tender catkins caressed her face, and her eyes looked with laughter into the sad, red eyes.

"What kind of hero am I? I can't even protect you." Zhao's voice choked up again.

"It's okay, I've always loved you, Zhao, you must be able to do it!"

"Don't go, don't go!"

Jishu stood aside and didn't know why Zhao was crying. In his heart, Zhao had always been strong, optimistic, and a very reliable person. But now he was crying like a child. The pain of the sun burning did not bother him. Tears were shed, not even a single tear was shed.

So is this the pain Zhao hides in his heart? Is it more painful than burning to ashes?