As a scumbag, I took a stand-in script

Mengshen put Ling Zhi into Changbiao Ruin, turned around and rushed back to rescue Xiao Yunjian.

He knew that Xiao Yunjian wanted to use himself to give him and Ling Zhi a chance to survive.

He was in Ling Zhi's favor.

But, even so, how could he easily give up his long-time colleagues?

Across the barrier, he saw Xiao Yunjian close his eyes and stare straight down.

Bizhang, on the other hand, was extremely annoyed by the estrangement between them now.

Bizhang's eyes were full of hostility, he saw that there was no crack in the barrier, and gradually stopped his movements.

He tilted his head, and suddenly smiled into the Changbai Ruins, his eyes glistening with joy.

He was suddenly washed away by the torrential rain, turning him into an evil ghost on a rainy night.

Oneiroi shuddered.

He was just a Oneiroi, creating and weaving dreams.

But he has never learned how to use dreams to kill people.

He even felt that it was Xiao Yunjian's subordinates——

I'm afraid he won't be able to pass three moves.

But he still tried to use his divine power as a probe, and stretched out of the barrier.

The beard was invisible and colorless, and the moment it touched Bizhang, it entangled around it.

He only cared about how to use his divine power, but he didn't notice the flash of triumphant smile on Bizhang's face.

Bizhang moved his body and felt the divine power binding him around him.

But he was born to use this divine power to enter the barrier.

He has never been subjected to such training, but he needs to see when he can enter.

"It's really interesting." He couldn't help but sneered.

Oneiroi's supernatural power probe wrapped Bizhang halfway, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

He looked at Bizhang in front of him with a strange expression, as if enjoying this moment even more.

Where does it look like you really want to enter the Ruins of Changbiao urgently, but you can't do it?

This is obviously wrong!

Oneiroi hastily wanted to pull back his whiskers, but he noticed something crawling back along his whiskers.

It's Bizhang!

The power of slaughtering the sky on Bizhang's body clings to his divine power probing whiskers.

It ate away his divine power bit by bit, and quickly entered the barrier of Changbai Ruins.

Oneiroi is not stupid, he immediately understood what Bizhang wanted.

Even though the born beards were like his hands and feet, he still cut them off directly.

The pain hit him like a tide, but at the last moment, he restrained Bizhang from crawling into the barrier along his beard.

But Bizhang still has another trick.

Xiao Yunjian's body was limp, but he lifted him up.

He smiled at Mengshen: "I, I have no feelings for this Xiao Yunjian. I really...will kill him."

Even knowing that it was Bizhang's aggressive method, Meng Shen still couldn't escape.

He was about to break out of the barrier and take Xiao Yunjian back.

But there was a red figure, like a flash of light, suddenly jumped out of the barrier.

Mengshen reacted in an instant, and immediately attacked Bizhang.

It only distracted Bizhang.

Taking advantage of the time when Bizhang was fighting with Oneiroi, the red figure accelerated his speed even more.

He snatched Xiao Yunjian back.

It was only when the two of them fell heavily in the ruins of Changbai that Mengshen realized that the red figure was Yan Chongyu.

Yan Chongyu hugged Xiao Yunjian and fell to the ground suddenly, and he also knelt down.

Qing Lin hastily stepped forward to support him, calming his breath.

Dream God asked in surprise: "Chongyu, your wings...are they great?"

Yan Chongyu shook his wings twice, shook his head, and said out of breath, "No. But I can force him out for a while with divine power, but after a while, I'm afraid..."

He was silent.

It was still Qinglin who continued: "Wings... will never be born again."

He looked at the two bud-like marks on Yan Chongyu's back, that pair of beautiful wings, from now on he would never see them again.

"But it doesn't matter." Yan Chongyu was relieved, "For the sake of the god, it doesn't matter."

Only now did they have the opportunity to see the injuries of Ling Zhi and Xiao Yunjian.

Ling Zhi's trauma was actually not serious.

But Dream God probed his spiritual consciousness, only to find that he himself had sealed his spiritual consciousness.

It was only because he emptied his cultivation at that time and fought hard.

He even put his own life on the line.

Perhaps it is to stop letting one's lifespan pass away continuously.

It was only after he fainted that his body sealed off his consciousness.

But even if he looked innocent, it was the most serious.

Dream God's complexion suddenly turned bad. He hesitated for a long time before he said: "He looks like this... I don't know when he will wake up, let alone if he will wake up again. I still vaguely remember that there was a man ten thousand years ago. That's how Shenjun is, he sealed his own consciousness with his own hands, and until now...hasn't woken up yet."

Qing Lin was a little dazed, and asked after a while: "Maybe Ling Zhi won't be able to wake up?"

He doesn't like this Ling Zhi who robbed their god king, but the god king loves him.

If the god knows about this, if the god knows...

Qinglin didn't dare to think about it any further.

But since Ling Zhi has suffered such serious injuries, what about Shenjun?

He rushed forward hastily.

Even if Yan Chongyu regained his strength, he immediately ran towards their god like a green scale.

There is no good flesh on Xiao Yunjian's body, it seems that Bizhang deliberately sought pleasure from him.

With force, his skin and flesh were peeled off, and the bone was visible deep in the wound.

Compared with Ling Zhi's injuries, his injuries are horrific.

Yan Chongyu was paralyzed now, and Mengshen was also supporting himself by the similar pain of broken legs and hands just now.

Come here to heal Xiao Yunjian.

But the wounds were too, too many, and they couldn't completely repair them with divine power.

Even though Qinglin's cultivation level is not much, she still put in a lot of effort to heal Xiao Yunjian's injuries.

After recovering a little from meditation, Yan Chongyu dedicated his divine power.

Qinglin called Xiao Yunjian's name.

Seeing that Xiao Yunjian's fingers seemed to move, Yan Chongyu immediately said, "It seems that the god is about to wake up!"

But they waited for a long time, Xiao Yunjian still did not move.

Dream God suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and hastily grabbed Xiao Yunjian's hand.

It was as cold as falling into an ice cave, and the temperature on his body seemed to be losing crazily.

Mengshen hastily opened Xiao Yunjian's eyes, his pupils were so wide that no shadow of anyone could be left in the slack.

"That's not a movement!" Oneiroi said anxiously, "That's him twitching, hurry up, hurry up, save him!"

Xiao Yunjian is dying.

This time it is true.

If he dies, there will be no trace of him in the six realms.

But just like Fengshen Xian, disappearing between heaven and earth.

"How to do!"

"How?"

Everyone is like ants on a hot pot.

Anxiety and despair enveloped everyone.

Qinglin even bit her own wrist in a panic, trying to feed Xiao Yunjian with blood in vain.

But what's the use?

Even the blood of the Jiaolong clan has the effect of prolonging life, but Xiao Yunjian couldn't drink a sip.

Xiao Yunjian's fingers became more and more crooked.

Like the last spasm, it stopped suddenly.

With sharp eyes, Qinglin saw this scene.

He exclaimed in surprise: "Shenjun, Shenjun! Shenjun stopped moving."

Dream God is also in a state of desperation, how can he save Xiao Yunjian?

He hurried to Xiao Yunjian's side in a panic, but even using his divine power was of no help.

He held Xiao Yunjian's hand, which was becoming more and more like the temperature of a dead man, and said suddenly: "I have a way—"

Yan Chongyu immediately said: "If there is any way, use it quickly! No matter what the method is, it can prolong the life of the god for a moment and a half, and let us find a more secure way to save him. Bar!"

The Oneiroi listened and said nothing.

Immediately, he drew a magic circle and cast spells on Xiao Yunjian.

After a while, they saw that Xiao Yunjian's expression was still that of a dying person.

But in the end, the convulsed fingers stretched out, and his breathing gradually became steady.

"Yes...rescued?" Qinglin asked anxiously, clutching her chest.Oneiroi shook his head and said, "I don't know. I don't even know where he is now."

Yan Chongyu hurriedly asked: "What do you mean?"

Oneiroi replied: "I sent him into a dream, maybe...it wasn't a dream at all. How can a person dream again before he is about to die?"

"That may be his most unbearable memory in the past. He will reincarnate in it again and again. Experience the pain and despair in the past until he collapses in it."

"Or nothing, nothing. He can't see the past, he can't see the future. He can't even see himself now. He is alone, trapped in that deep fear."

Yan Chongyu said instantly as if someone had ignited fireworks: "Then why did you send him in?!"

"You said it." The Oneiroi snorted softly, "If there is a way to prolong his life for a moment and a half, then hurry up and use it. I know this is the next strategy, but so what? This is the last chance. If it weren't for my dream god in front of you, no matter what thunder god or rain god, you can't help him."

Yan Chongyu was silent.

That's the case, anyway, the current god is still...

Alive.

Qinglin hastily pulled Yan Chongyu's cuff, and asked Mengshen: "Then what should we do now? What are we going to do? And the god... when will the god wake up?"

Oneiroi sighed again: "If we can find a way to continue his life before he finds the exit of this so-called 'dream', he can come back in good condition. If we can't find it, he will... again Go through a death...and go through this pain before death again, dilated pupils, convulsions all over, unable to breathe."

Yan Chongyu clenched his teeth, suppressed the panic in his heart, and asked again: "But what if he can't find an exit?"

Mengshen pouted in Ling Zhi's direction, and said, "Then the two of them are really fateful couples, one after another...they will never wake up again."

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