Chapter 886: Helping the Growth of Seedlings

Landi is indeed a man who cuts off his hands when necessary, and he is determined to do so!

Of course, he is not a saint. At this moment, his heart is bleeding. No matter who loses everything and gambles everything, he will end up with nothing. He will be heartbroken and even unable to recover and commit suicide. It is not easy for him to maintain clear thinking and calm analysis.

The shadow obeyed the order and did not care about the female cultivator in Canada. Thinking of the creepy shadow he met before, he always felt that there were eyes staring at him. He shuddered all over, but did not dare to delay. He moved his body, and just looked at the flash, and it turned into an angry arrow from the string. The sound of breaking through the air was like a pistol shot with a silencer. In an instant, it jumped above the sword soul.

The shadow's hands chopped down with force, and his left and right palms snapped together with a sound like thunder, tightly grasping the sword soul. The sword soul was only a dozen centimeters long and also floated in the air, but the moment the shadow grasped it, with a crackling sound, the golden arcs surrounding the sword soul exploded, and the arcs shot out and swept out. Within a hundred meters, the sky was full of golden arcs.

"Ah!"

The shadow's body was wrapped in arcs of hissing and pulling. With a heart-wrenching roar, wisps of black smoke came out of his hands, and his skin was like large pieces of dandruff flakes fluttering, revealing the red flesh inside.

The shadow roared, ignoring the damage to his body, and squatted in the air with his legs. He roared again, pushed his legs up violently, exerted force with both hands, and pulled out the sword soul angrily. This time, with a loud bang, a stream of air on his body suddenly opened like the vent of a pressure cooker, and invisible air gushed out. The clothes on his body were immediately blown into rags, floating in the air, and only a few rags were left on his body to cover his shame.

As he exerted force, red blood threads as thick as skipping ropes grew under the sword pool, like little snakes that drilled out of the soil, stretching their blood-red bodies and winding towards the sword soul. The blood threads seemed to be slow but actually fast. Almost at the moment when the shadow exploded, they were densely entangled with each other, merged into a thick strand, and tightly tied to one end of the sword soul. It looked like a huge blood-red tree root growing out of the ground, one end was firmly digging into the ground, and the other end was pulling the sword soul alive, countering the power of the shadow.

This is Yang Jianchi's instinctive protection for the sword soul.

The shadow's eyes were about to burst, and there were spider-web-like bloodshot in his eyeballs. His upper and lower gums were exposed from sucking his lips. The veins on his head were bulging, and he roared again. If the warrior who pulled out the weeping willow, let alone his hands, the skin on his face and all over his body began to fall off like large pieces of dandruff. The dandruff that fell off did not fall down, but floated as if weightless. Some of them even floated up slowly. At the same time, drops of blood from his body were mixed in it and floated in the air.

The shadow was really desperate. The lower-level cultivator of Danxian exerted all his strength, even at the cost of damaging his body. The power that burst out was extremely terrifying. Although Yang Jianchi instinctively fought against the shadow, the sword soul still pulled out from the dense bloodshot one by one.

This was undoubtedly a case of pulling up the seedlings to help them grow.

Ye Tian was horrified, "This old guy is going to force himself on me!"

"This is too much, the sword soul needs to be gently cared for, even if it's pulling out a carrot, you have to be careful. This mad tiger, impatient look, is likely to ruin the sword soul."

"Ah...ah..."

The shadow raised his head and roared loudly, the thunder-like roar lasted for a long time, it seems that he really wants to do it at all costs.

Ye Tian was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but now he didn't dare to do it, and he was really bitter in his heart. Just now, he used his own blood essence to remove the evil spirits for the female cultivators. More than a dozen drops at a time. This is not just spitting out a dozen drops of saliva. It is all his essence. The damage after overdrawing is just like excessive indulgence without considering the consequences. Let alone using any magical powers, he is thankful that he can keep his body hidden now. If he uses his spiritual energy again, the bad consequences will be... For example, it is like some male dysfunction, which is still a good situation. Even more serious situations, if it exceeds that limit... it will kill people.

Although it is an inappropriate analogy, Ye Tian is in such a situation now. If he acts rashly again, it will cause irreversible damage to Ye Tian, ​​and even endanger his life. He doesn't need the shadow to do anything, he will finish it first, which is equivalent to suicide.

Ye Tian was hidden in the void, his face was pale, and he was sweating like a pulp. This was because Zhidao Xianzun had a strong will and a heart as solid as a rock. If he were an ordinary cultivator, he would have fainted long ago. Fortunately, he still had a Nine-Aperture Immortal Pill on his body. He swallowed it impatiently, and suddenly felt warm all over, as if he had suddenly been surrounded by the warm afternoon sun from the coldness of the ice and snow. Every blood vessel and every meridian seemed to be gently massaged by a small hand, and he was so comfortable that he wanted to moan.

He didn't expect such a serious situation to happen. After all, he had never sacrificed more than a dozen drops of blood at once before, but he didn't regret it at all. If he was given another chance to choose, he would not hesitate to help. No matter what, he had to keep his promise and could never watch Aimi die in front of him.

Otherwise, it would be an insult to Zhidao Xianzun.

The yellow external pill also spun on his head. Taking this Nine-Aperture Immortal Pill at least changed the situation of waiting to die, and he could also make a few full-strength shots without causing any damage.

Now even if he wants to show up, he can't. I'm afraid it will be extremely difficult to seize the sword soul. Now, he can only watch Youying trying his best to pull out the sword, and he can only try his best to absorb the Nine Apertures Immortal Pill in the hope of the moment when he can make a move.

Now he is racing against time with Youying. If he really lets the old guy pull out the sword soul, it will basically be a waste of time.

At this moment, Aimi and others are all pale-faced, as if they have just recovered from a serious illness. They are weak and sit on the ground one by one. They look weak all over.

Their situation is not much better than Ye Tian. After all, all their energy and spirit, and even their lifespan, have been drawn out of their bodies. Although most of them have returned and no fundamental damage has been caused, they are also in a state of exhaustion. It can be said that they have almost no ability to take action. They don't have Ye Tian's Nine Apertures Immortal Pill. Now even if a virtual fairy-level king beast comes, it can easily kill more than a dozen of them.

However, the sword-raising pool was very peaceful, like a strict territory, prohibiting any existence from setting foot in it, especially within a three-mile radius of the sword soul, it was even more peaceful, and no strange beast dared to touch this bottom line.

Ye Tian was grinning, and the ghost's gums were bleeding. In just a few seconds, most of the sword soul had been pulled out, leaving only three or four centimeters "caught" in the blood like tree roots, but everything was just a matter of time.

"Ahahahaha... the sword soul is about to be pulled out. Who... who dares to get close here, I... will destroy the sword soul immediately."

The thunder-like roar of the ghost was mixed with loud laughter, and... threats to Ye Tian.

Ye Tian's eyes were wide open, and the effect of the Nine-orifice Immortal Pill had not yet spread throughout his body. In this race against time, it was obviously too late to stop the ghost. Even if he had a thousand means, what could he do...

Could it be that the sword soul just missed me like this? I still have no fate with it!

Alas!

Ye Tian sighed deeply.

Landi, who was in the lakeside villa, stared at the mirror intently, shouting: "Quick, quick, it will be successful soon..."