take care of yourself

The Kun turned into a roc and soared upwards. This scene is as beautiful as it is beautiful, but the people sitting on it not only cannot see this scene, but are also dizzy.

Jianxiu was in better health and could still stand normally. Zhuo Yuanshan, who was holding the crystal house to prevent Ying Yao from falling, simply sat on the back of the roc after flying up to the sky to stabilize his figure, and frowned. I have a little cramp in my forearm.

Ying Yao obviously didn't care about him at this moment. He stood in front of the wall of the crystal house and looked down at the ground. The first half of the river of fire that almost roasted Zhuo Yuanshan to human flesh was obviously hidden underground, and he took them away. When the Kunpeng below came out, it was obvious that he did not pass through the magma. At this time, he could only see the turbulent and boundless sea water, and the swimming fish and birds shuttled up and down the boundary that was too similar in color to appear blurred.

"So we came out?" Jiu Sujian asked happily, "This fish, oh no, this bird is so big, it can be eaten for decades, but it can't be stewed in a pot."

Ying Yao remained silent about his sword ambition, he knocked on the wall to try to attract Zhuo Yuanshan's attention, but Faxiu hadn't recovered from his dizziness and didn't notice his movement.

Ying Yao had no choice but to give up the plan to exchange ideas with him, and instead talked to his own sword: "The first test is on the ground, the second test is on the ground, and the third test is in the sky?" He asked, "I think You're going to drink some blood in a while, can you stop throwing up?"

There are no other problems with the Jiusu Sword, except that it is not like a sword for killing life. It is a bit picky about the taste of blood, and all unattractive ones are disgusted. If it is ugly and fat, it is even more disgusting. The fishy smell on his upper body could almost scream on the spot, so Ying Yao snorted at him rather coquettishly after he finished speaking, and patted his knee to ask him to take out the scabbard and let it be quiet.

Dapeng flew in the direction of the sun, the whole scene looked terribly big, and to be honest, Ying Yao couldn't tell whether he was still in the secret realm or had already come out, but the night fell at an unusual speed after a while , Immediately dispelled his idea.

The change of day and night here is much faster than the outside world. The sun was replaced by the moon in Yingyao’s daze. The roc had already flown away from the clouds. At this time, looking down at the feet, there were all white clouds, and even a little bit of the sea could be seen. not see.

Zhuo Yuanshan came back to his senses from the rapid drop in temperature, quickly took off the scale clothes on his body, waved his hand to dispel the effect of the summer talisman, quickly changed into a magic robe embroidered like a flame, and talked with Ying Yao worriedly. Let's look at the direction where Dapeng is flying.

The roc has not been flying steadily in the clouds, on the contrary it seems to have been flying upwards, very few monks will fly to their current altitude, Ying Yao only boldly flew upwards for a while in the first few times of practicing Yujian Zheng Chuan scolded him back, Zhuo Yuanshan never thought of trying such a height as a Dharma cultivator, and the two looked at each other through the wall, feeling a little terrified.

"Where is this going?" Zhuo Yuanshan said in a low voice, "It has been flying towards a high place, it can't be the last to fly to the sun and the moon."

Ying Yao reached out and slowly wrote three words on the wall: "Not necessarily."

At this time, it seems safe. Jianxiu is not as anxious and scribbled as before when writing. His handwriting is quite beautiful, with a gentle start and a neat finish. It can be seen that it is a font that Jianxiu can write. Zhuo Yuanshan frowned. Eyebrows, a little hesitant whether the correct way is to jump down with Ying Yao now.

The roc is flying higher and higher, so high that the sky has changed a different color. Even the monks who are good at flying may not reach this height before they ascend. Out of awe of the unknown field, the two monks on the roc's back Feeling a little scared at the same time.

Zhuo Yuanshan circled the crystal house three more times with his whip, while Faxiu lowered his head and searched for a suitable talisman in the mustard ring. Ying Yao held the sword and looked up at the orange sky for a while, hesitating for a moment, "Wait a little longer," he wrote.

Zhuo Yuanshan pursed his lips and nodded, now he felt the sky pressing down on him, almost made him kneel down in suffocation, the fact that he was close to the huge and unshakable giant screen made him a little dazed, as if he saw Like the Great Dao, fear arises and attracts.

But Ying Yao didn't seem to have such a strong feeling. Zhuo Yuanshan didn't know whether it was because he was in the crystal room, or because the sword cultivator's way had never wavered from beginning to end. The power of Ying Yao and Ying Yao looked at each other, but Jian Xiu couldn't see any wavering in his eyes from beginning to end.

Zhuo Yuanshan repeatedly hesitated between compromising with Ying Yao and staying on Dapeng's back, and being oppressed by the power to lead him to jump off Peng's back. From a rational point of view, Ying Yao's judgment was correct, after all, Ying Yao had already Taking him down from the sky once, the secret realm shouldn't be testing them again with the same situation, but he instinctively wanted to stay away from the place where Dapeng brought him close, and the ubiquitous sense of oppression made him tremble all over.

Ying Yao seemed to sense something was wrong with him, he wrote on the wall: "What do you feel?"

He could see Zhuo Yuanshan's pale face, at first he thought it was caused by the colder temperature, after all, a layer of frost appeared on the crystal house, but because of the trust in the preciousness of the magic robe that Zhuo Yuanshan carried with him , he turned to think about another possibility.

Zhuo Yuanshan's feelings are difficult to express in words. When he tried to describe it to Ying Yao, sweat even poured out from his forehead. It took a while for Ying Yao to understand the feeling of being stared at by Da Dao coldly. He also felt some pressure, but it was definitely not as obvious as Zhuo Yuanshan. Jianxiu frowned slightly and watched him, expressing his rejection of jumping off the roc with his eyes.

No one can judge how high the roc has already flown. Zhuo Yuanshan is not sure that he will bring the crystal house to the ground safely from such a high height. Now there is not much time to hesitate. His eyes intersect with Ying Yao in the crystal house for a moment, Slowly sat down cross-legged.

The sky around his head seemed to be grasping his body and soul with an invisible hand. Zhuo Yuanshan could even hear his own bones being squeezed and his teeth chattering, while his white wolf soul was anxiously moving. Walking up and down in the sea of ​​consciousness, lying down for a while, showing a mouthful of fangs, and finally showing his belly stiffly with his tail between his legs as if he was shocked.

Zhuo Yuanshan couldn't speak, he couldn't help but began to suspect that Ying Yao's judgment was wrong, which made him almost unable to help accusing Ying Yao, and when the Dapeng flew through the last cloud layer and flew towards the open sky At that time, even the thought of accusing Ying Yao disappeared——

Faxiu tried his best to restrain himself from jumping off the roc with nothing in his hands. He closed his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth so that his mouth was filled with the smell of blood. Yuanshan creaked like a dilapidated bellows being forcibly pulled, and it was extremely difficult to breathe. After a while, thin threads of blood flowed from his ears.

The sound of the roc's flight turned into a wet, sticky, mixed sound of water and wind mixed with sharp tearing movements. Cold and shivering came out from Zhuo Yuanshan's bones, if it weren't for his long whip Still wrapped around his wrist, he may have rolled off Dapeng's back.

Ying Yao was still standing behind the wall of the crystal house, he looked normal and was not affected by anything, Zhuo Yuanshan curled up unbearably not far from the crystal house, convulsed from time to time without warning, and then began to hug Head squirmed toward him.

He had already pinched his palms with bloodstains, Ying Yao watched helplessly as he propped his hands against the wall and stood up, leaving a row of bloody handprints on it, lowered his eyelashes and smiled indifferently.