The Infinite Way of the Heroic Army

Looking at her retreating figure, Zhao just wanted to keep her, but he didn't have any strength in his body and couldn't even lift a finger.

Even his eyelids were resisting him, his vision was getting smaller and smaller, and he couldn't even see her clearly.

don't want! don't want! don't want! !

Get up!

No matter how much Zhao yelled in his heart, he couldn't stop her from leaving. He only hated his own powerlessness.

Ji Shu maintained the scene on the side, because now has reached the most critical moment, as long as he survives for a little longer, he will succeed. Although Zhao is crying bitterly now, it is better than being silent. After all, it means that he is conscious now, so that the energy in his body can maintain his body and prevent him from being unable to save his life after success.

Cry, cry, Zhao, cry loudly.

But as Zhao said goodbye, the situation took a turn for the worse, and the rate of physical collapse accelerated. It seemed that he couldn't hold on any longer.

Zhao, are you going to fall in the last darkness before dawn?

Jishu was very sad, but had no choice but to take the last step. There was nothing more unwilling than falling here.

Zhao! How could you fall here! What about your promise to your son? What's your promise to me!

Maybe it’s because he heard Jishu’s inner cry, or maybe it’s because of his own unwillingness.

But it’s more love for her!

Zhao stretched out the hand that was not holding the sword forward, trying to grab her hand, but he was destined to miss it.

She was supposed to disappear, but she appeared in front of Zhao again. Her hand stayed on Zhao's hand, but Zhao didn't feel anything.

She smiled and shook her head at Zhao, rushed towards Zhao, and kissed Zhao gently on the lips.

Zhao could feel the tenderness of her lips. Her whole body was shining and he rushed over. Some liquid passed through her lips and entered his body along his throat, making the pain in his body begin to lessen.

But she turned into a point of light and slowly disappeared in front of Zhao's eyes. Zhao could only stare at her smiling face. Her smile was still so bright, so intoxicating to Zhao.

The pain was relieving and the body was slowly repairing. The vision in front of Zhao's eyes was finally clear. Jishu stood in front of him, guiding the water that suppressed the energy of the sun to enter his body from his mouth, and the green wood energy repaired his body. He turned his head, and sure enough, the sun's energy had been transferred successfully.

It turns out that liquid is water.

After this thought flashed through his mind, Zhao's sad eyes closed again. He finally couldn't hold on any longer and fainted.

Jishu originally thought that Zhao would be unable to hold on anymore, but suddenly he saw his body that was supposed to be unable to lift any strength suddenly stretched forward and grabbed the air in front of him.

Jishu was ecstatic. Although he didn’t know who Zhao told him not to leave, and he didn’t know who he saw. Finally, he grabbed the air suddenly and didn’t know who he was trying to catch. But it was enough. Zhao resisted the sun’s energy and finally The burning has successfully transferred the sun's energy to Yi's body.

Zhao can still be saved now. Ji Shu immediately poured water into Zhao's mouth and repaired his body at the same time.

Jishu temporarily stabilized Zhao's injury. When Zhao opened his eyes and glanced at Wuji Sword, he fainted again. If he wanted to completely recover Zhao's disabled body, Jishu's body here was still Unable to complete, he needs to bring Zhao to the main body.

Time was running out, and countless vines sprouted from the Jishu tree. They fixed the Zhao, the model and the Wuji sword, picked up the two pendants, and then ran towards the main body.

The energy of the sun integrated into the five elements in Yi's body, but was independent of the Wuji Sword, and began to burn the Wuji Sword. The Wuji Sword began to shrink, but the sword body became more solidified, the blade became sharper, and the entire sword turned red and blocked Focus on the word Wuji which is the first to turn red on the sword hilt.

The entire backyard was in disarray, and Jishu Split had no time to tidy it up. The most urgent thing now was to cure Zhao. The model was thrown into the backyard just as it was brought to it. Zhao was tied up in the air by countless vines, and his The whole body is wrapped, and the vines are shining with this green light healing Zhao.

When Jishu was still some distance away from the main body, there seemed to be a giant dragon rolling on the ground in front of the main body. After a while, three huge heavenly gates stood in front of them. A ray of light flashed through the middle Tianmen, and Jishu led Zhao directly. Rush into the heavenly gate in the middle.

The huge body has disappeared, and in a blink of an eye, the space is filled with fog, and the road cannot be seen clearly. Jishu ignores this and moves forward straightly. The fog in front of him disperses, revealing a road.

Along this road, Jishu quickly arrived at the hot spring, and here. This hot spring should not be called a hot spring, it can only be called spring water because it is ice.

There was a giant object moving forward from the ground next to the two wooden houses, and it broke out of the ground beside the spring. It was a giant brown cylinder, like a whisker.

A drop of green liquid drips from their tips. When the two drops of liquid fall into the water, the entire spring quickly turns green until it is completely green.

The two whiskers retracted back to the wooden house, and the ground returned to its original state. Jishu put the Zhao into the spring water and leaned against the wall, leaning the Wuji Sword next to him.

The spring water began to wash away the wounds on Zhao's body, and the scars burned by the sun's energy were recovering. A green leaf floated from the sky and fell on the top of the pole tree. He took it off with a vine and fed it into Zhao's mouth. Zhao's body swelled like a balloon. got up.

At this moment, Ji Shu was guarding Zhao, always paying attention to his physical condition, at least until he was completely stable.

The morning sun has risen, dispelling the darkness, spreading light to the earth, and it is another bright day.

But Zhao was still lying in the spring with no sign of waking up, but now Yi and Qilin were about to get up. It would also be a problem if Zhao didn't appear in the dojo. Ji Shu took out a piece of paper and wrote in imitation of Zhao's handwriting :

I have something to go out for today. Don't run around and just stay in the dojo. I will be back tomorrow or the day after tomorrow at the latest. You take care of yourselves.

Simple and clear, Jishu let go of the vine, and the piece of paper floated to the dojo with a wisp of breeze, and then Jishu stopped paying attention. It will take a long time to fully heal Zhao, and this time it may have hurt the root.

Eventually the paper landed on the living room table, and he twisted it before lounging on the table.

"Ah! What's going on?"

Yi lay on the bed and slowly opened his eyes when he heard exclamations coming from outside. He stood up and saw that the room was in a mess. The doors and windows were all opened randomly. He put on his clothes and went out, only to find that the outside was also in a mess. It was like being hit by a strong wind.

Yi and Qilin met, looked at each other, and saw the same doubt in the eyes of the opposite person, that is, did they sleep so well yesterday? The two of them didn't react at all to such a big movement and were fast asleep.