Sealed Divine Throne

Yang Wenzhao's breathing became difficult because his right lung was penetrated, and his voice became hoarse. He had never felt that death was so close to him.

She came for him, Long Haochen, she must have come for Long Haochen.

Cai'er's last stab pierced his right chest, but it also left a sense of hope in his heart, because if the sword was moved a little further to the center of his chest, it could completely destroy his Xinghailing. If the furnace fell on his left chest, it would penetrate her heart.

How could an assassin of her level stab the wrong way? She was already showing mercy.

Feeling the murderous intent coming towards him, Yang Wenzhao smiled bitterly and said: "The six major temples are originally one family, you..., ah..."

Cai'er's hand turned the dagger slightly, which immediately made Yang Wenzhao speechless in pain.

"You also know that the six major temples are one family? He is still in the same temple as you, and you have seriously injured him?" An even stronger murderous aura burst out instantly.

Everyone is afraid of death, especially geniuses.

Yang Wenzhao reluctantly defended: "It was a sacrifice skill that he used himself, not injured by me. Moreover, it was just a competition."

Cai'er said coldly: "I don't care, he was injured because of you anyway. If it weren't for the competition, you would be a corpse now."

At this moment, her ears twitched slightly, she stepped back, and drew out the dagger. Immediately, a cloud of blood spurted out from Yang Wenzhao's chest, but Cai'er was so fast that his body was not contaminated at all.

The black shadow flickered, and the next moment, she had disappeared into the night. The green bamboo staff also disappeared.

Yang Wenzhao reluctantly used his spiritual power to seal his wounds, his eyes were a little dull, and his body slowly slid down against the wall. There was not much resentment in his heart, but more of a sense of powerlessness. I can't help but think, is this an unforeseen disaster? Perhaps, only by riding on a mount can he be able to compete with the female assassin.

Although the Star Spirit Armor blocked most of Cai'er's attacks, the Thousand Strikes Spiritual Furnace still left dozens of deep wounds on his body, and the blow to the chest was even more serious. He lost a lot of blood. It made his consciousness a little blurry.

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As consciousness gradually returned, Long Haochen opened his eyes with some difficulty. There was a dry feeling in my throat, as if I was in a furnace. There was a burning sensation from head to toe.

After a slight struggle, Long Haochen suddenly felt pain everywhere in his body. He reluctantly looked inward and was shocked to find that there was no trace of spiritual power left in his body. Only the Holy Spiritual Furnace was floating quietly in his chest. But its light has also dimmed a lot.

What an overbearing “sacrifice”! It only took ten seconds to make myself so weak. Fortunately, there was no damage to the meridians in his body, and he could vaguely feel a soft sacred breath constantly nourishing his body.

He didn't know that this was the effect of the Holy Healing Technique. The powerful healing ability of up to the seventh level protected his meridians in time, avoiding the most serious consequences. Although he was weak at this time, his roots were not damaged.

This is also due to his constitution as the Son of Light. As a possessor of the purest divine light spiritual power, the consumption of sacrificial skills is terrible, but because of the purity of his own spiritual power, only his potential is consumed, and the essence and blood are not really consumed. of burning. This is why Long Xingyu dared to put the skill of sacrifice on the fifth-level seal for him to understand. Originally, Long Xingyu prepared this skill for him to use it to fight in times of crisis. But he didn't expect that because Long Haochen had already touched the edge of liquid spiritual power, when fighting Yang Wenzhao, he just used that heroic spirit to break through the seal of the fifth-level skill in the Ring of Inheritance. He used this skill with his fourth level cultivation. If it weren't for the Holy Healing Technique, I'm afraid he would have been lying in bed for at least a month.

As his consciousness returned, the pain on Long Haochen's body gradually weakened. He had a vague feeling that there seemed to be a trace of his own spiritual power in the Holy Spirit Furnace. Although he didn't know how to draw out this spiritual power, he could feel that his cultivation had not completely disappeared, and recovery was only a matter of time.

A smile rippled at the corner of Long Haochen's mouth. Although he lost the battle with Yang Wenzhao, he had a great time. Long Haochen believed that with this fight, when his spiritual power recovered, he would really be able to It can reach the fifth level.

Yang Wenzhao is really strong. He actually has a spiritual furnace, and it is an offensive spiritual furnace. In a one-on-one battle, the Xinghai Spiritual Furnace was obviously much more effective than his Holy Spiritual Furnace.

Dad is right, the best way for a disciplinary knight to improve himself is to keep fighting and feel and understand during the battle. I should be able to recover before the finals of the Demon Hunter Trials. According to time calculation, the preliminary competition of the six major temples will last at least three days, because there should be many more competitions in the Warrior Temple.

I will rest for three days after the preliminary round. With these six days of buffer, I should be able to recover my cultivation. It would be best if I could break through the fifth level. Even though Haoyue is not here, maybe I can get a good place in the finals.

This battle has brought me a lot of benefits, but why do I always feel that I have forgotten the most important thing?

Suddenly, the smile at the corner of Long Haochen's mouth froze, his eyes, which were obviously much darker, suddenly widened, and his pale handsome face instantly revealed violent mood swings.

Cai'er, Cai'er...

Long Haochen felt as if he had received a heavy blow on his chest, and he suddenly turned over and sat up.

The violent movement caused a convulsive pain in his body, but he could no longer care about it at this time.

Damn it, damn it, I actually missed my appointment. Too focused during the game, focusing entirely on the opponent. I actually missed my appointment, missed my appointment.

Long Haochen reluctantly stood up. At this time, his heart was completely filled with anxiety. An unspeakable emotion caused all his calmness to completely disappear. There is only that delicate and thin figure in my mind, holding a green bamboo stick and tapping the ground gently.

She will definitely wait for me, she will definitely wait for me for a long, long time, I, damn...

Long Haochen slapped himself hard, ignoring the spasmodic pain that was constantly coming out of his body, and reluctantly stood up, holding on to the wall and walking towards the door.

I want to find her, I want to find her, at this moment, there is only one thought in his mind.

The night was already dark, and when Long Haochen staggered out of the hotel, he suddenly felt waves of chill hitting his face. His internal spiritual power was exhausted and he could no longer protect himself. Fortunately, the cultivation of his external spiritual power made him quite strong. Although waves of weakness continued to impact his perception, the strong and persistent belief in his heart supported him step by step out of the hotel. , moving towards the place where he and Cai'er agreed to meet every day.

The toll of "sacrifice" was so astonishing. Long Haochen's hands and feet were completely weak at this time. He could barely take a step without sweating, his feet were rootless, and he almost fell down several times.

Fortunately, the hotel he stayed in was not very far from the place he and Cai'er had agreed upon, so he staggered forward slowly. At this time, Long Haochen was filled with guilt. The competition was important, but how could I miss my appointment with Cai'er? How disappointed she would be!

As he walked forward step by step, Long Haochen's vision was somewhat blurred, and the chill of the night gradually invaded his body.

Here we are, here it is. It’s not a long journey, but it takes him half an hour. Finally, he sees the place where he meets Cai’er every day. However, Cai'er was no longer there, and everything around her was empty and silent.

Poof, Long Haochen finally couldn't stand firm anymore and fell to the ground. The sky was spinning, and he seemed to see countless stars circling around his eyes.

Cai'er has left, yes! The night was already so deep, how could she not leave?

A hint of bitterness appeared on Long Haochen's lips, and he fell to the ground, his heart filled with deep regret. If he had to choose again, he would never fight Yang Wenzhao again. He himself was a little surprised to find that in his heart, at some point, sending Cai'er back became more important than improving his cultivation.

I'm going to the hotel to find her and apologize to her. But will she forgive me? She couldn't see the road and left in the disappointment of waiting. It was me who caused her so much pain. Will she still forgive me?

No, I can't go to her. It's already so late at night. She must have fallen asleep because of the tired waiting during the day. How could I bother her?

She must have been waiting for me for a long, long time. In that case, I will wait here. I had to wait longer than she did to ask for her forgiveness.

Thinking of this, Long Haochen's breathing gradually became louder, and a strong sense of dizziness continued to fill his brain. He had never felt so weak before, and this feeling was by no means wonderful. There is a possibility of passing out again at any time.

No, I can't faint. I must wait until she comes again. This is the only way she must pass every day.

While thinking about it, Long Haochen supported his body and stood up slowly. Standing could at least help him concentrate more. He was afraid that if he fell there, he would fall into coma or fall asleep soon.

Time passed by, and Long Haochen was always in a groggy state. Whenever his body could not support it, he would immediately fall there. This fall would naturally make him temporarily Come to your senses. Then he reluctantly got up, and so on.

Cai'er stood blankly in Long Haochen's room, a little at a loss. He was not here? Where did he go?

Cai'er came here after severely injuring Yang Wenzhao. Although she couldn't see, her other five senses were extremely keen. As soon as she entered the room, she realized that Long Haochen was not here.

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