blood coagulation

Chapter 22

Shu Wenling, who lost Elder Dong's confidant, suddenly fell into the endless night.She could feel the fluctuations in the veins of the Divine Tree, the abnormal beating, as if something was absorbing the spiritual power of the Divine Tree.The leaves of the sacred tree fluttered sluggishly on the branches, and the branches gradually became dry.

Elder Dong once said that Shu Wenling could not die.Although Shu Wenling didn't know what this meant, she promised Elder Dong that she would live a good life and exchange her life for the prosperity of Wenzhu.Now, Zhang Rao, a traitor in the sect, has used some demonic method to puppet Elder Dong and control the sacred tree.

Seeing the withered leaves fall from the sacred tree, Shu Wenling breathed nervously.Now she is connected with the divine tree in the same vein, lives and dies together!Leaving aside whether Zhang Rao is a wise king, there are only two paths before Wen Ling.First, abandon armor and throw war.Dedicated to Zhang Rao Shang, to be a thoughtful puppet; second, draw the bottom line, and contend with Zhang Rao Shang to the end.These two roads are difficult to walk.By choosing the former, I want to agree with Zhang Rao's behavior and be a minion for the tiger. Even so, Zhang Rao may not fulfill his promise, pull out the spider's thread, and let her go.But if he confronts rashly, he has no chance of winning at all.Now she has her spiritual power sealed by her master, and the spiritual power in her body is connected to the divine tree. The main body of the divine tree is disabled, and Shu Wenling's spiritual power is gradually disappearing.

Looking at the decrepit sacred tree, Wen Ling sighed deeply, raised her left hand without thinking, closed her eyes, raised her index finger and middle finger, and ruthlessly pressed down on the two forgotten acupoints on her ribs Press it...'Papa' twice, Wenling only felt something gathered under his ribs, slowly burning in his body, and there was a sharp throbbing pain under his ribs, spreading to his whole body with a burning sensation.That was Wenling's last symbol as a human being, the spiritual power of flesh and blood, and the spiritual power of wood that belonged to her, together with her last drop of human blood, were sealed in her lower ribs by Feng Xuanzi.

Wen Ling didn't know what would be the result of unraveling the so-called negative energy, she only knew that now, she couldn't give up any possibility.

Wen Ling suddenly felt very uncomfortable, as if something inexplicable wanted to rush out of her body, her body swelled up, as if every drop of her blood was splitting itself, breaking open one by one.Immediately, thousands of inexplicable 'worms' (dilated blood vessels) swam back and forth in her body, gnawing at her bones and tearing her meridians. She had never felt like this before, and her brain didn't listen. Beating desperately.In the body, two similar but different spiritual forces are merging, fighting, and seesawing.That kind of continuous pulling made Wenling struggle to hold on.

She slowly supported the trunk of the sacred tree with her hand. The sacred tree suddenly shook, and then the ground shook violently, which she did not expect.She leaned on the sacred tree with one hand, clenched her fist tightly with her right hand, and beads of sweat on her head fell to the ground. The more they gathered, the scorching adobe condensed together, and a vague human figure could be seen faintly.

'Roar! 'A burst of unpredictable roar burst out, it was the trembling of the divine tree, the divine tree was trembling and flickering.On the surface of the sacred tree, inexplicable black silk threads were exposed, inlaid in the skin of the sacred tree, and covered all the places that the sacred tree could cover. The trunk, branches, and leaves were clearly visible.Vaguely, the black silk threads converged towards the same place, Wenling's palm!The violent reaction in Wen Ling's body made her instinctively ignore the changes in her palms, and the thin threads like spider silk burrowed from Wen Ling's palms into Wen Ling's body in an orderly manner.

In an instant, Wen Ling lost consciousness and fell to the ground.Her world was dark and pitch black.In a trance, she saw another self standing in the light not far away, walking further and further away.

'Goodbye, Shu Wenling. 'Shu Wenling said silently in her heart.

Hot tears dripped from the corners of her eyes, and those tears fell into the raised humanoid soil.Tears gradually smeared on the mud surface, and the earthy yellow ground was slightly pink.Six transparent light bodies with six different colors drilled out of Shu Wenling's body, and slammed into the human figure on the ground.Only a black light body appeared faintly on Wen Ling's body.

'Shu Wenling, will you regret it? ! In the darkness, a vague voice rang softly in Shu Wenling's ear, she ignored it, but let her thoughts slowly sink into the infinite darkness.

"Silly boy..." The voice was a little hoarse and low, like the voice of an elderly man, "Perhaps, after all these years, you are the most suitable person to protect the world besides the White Fox Immortal!" '

Is it a dream?is real?She didn't want to care about it, she just wanted to sleep like this, and never wake up.

'Maybe, this is an opportunity, maybe, this is your unique way.Then let Laoshen, this old bone, come and help you! The sound waves rushed into Shu Wenling's brain, and she vaguely felt that she was lifted up, and leaves covered her body, wrapping her layer by layer like a chrysalis.The leaf chrysalis leaned against the trunk quietly, soundlessly.

The clay figure on the other side has become clearer, its body is human-like, pink and white.Her face was Shu Wenling's, and her figure was no different from Shu Wenling's.That is another existence of Shu Wenling - the clay figurine of consciousness except for the soul of billions.

Just now, Shu Wenling tried to undo the seal of spiritual power, and inadvertently sucked the spider silk from the body of the sacred tree into her body, and released the spiritual power of wood that she possessed when she was a human being around her, the invisible and silent spiritual power of wood With the tears of Wen Ling's blood as the carrier, it entered the body of the clay figurine.

Under the interaction of the two spiritual forces in Wen Ling's body, Wen Ling's three souls and six souls were squeezed out of his body, leaving only one soul of memory with a strong belief.

Elder Dong once said that the leader is the carrier of the sacred tree, and if you leave the tree, you will die; and the sacred tree also cannot live without the leader, which will damage the aura and magic power of the sacred tree.The sacred tree needs human blood, and the only supplier can only be the leader of the state religion, because no other person can withstand such a test that life is worse than death.Now, Shu Wenling, the carrier of the sacred tree, was quietly treed under the sacred tree with its body full of spider silk, half dead and wrapped in the leaves.

The frozen 'leaf cocoon' bulged faintly, and a jade pendant leaked out from the slit, with a trace of translucent liquid—Shu Wenling's last tear before the spider transformed, falling on the independent clay figurine that had been detached from the ground body.The clay figurine's fingers moved slightly, and for a moment, the clay figurine was surrounded by dazzling brilliance, and she slowly left the ground. The flat seeds shone faintly.

"Bang!" The brilliance split from the middle, shining like fire and silver flowers, and the clay figurine in the middle disappeared into the night.

The sound of the leaves falling is like the old man's vigorous and powerful voice, "Go to sleep, my child, and it's time for me too. It's time to rest for a while..."

As soon as the words were spoken, the branches wrapped around the trunk, forming an ellipse, and the ground shook violently with a 'boom boom', and the oval tree body spun into the ground, driving the surrounding soil, and the 'leaf cocoon' followed the direction of rotation Rolled into the trunk.

With a muffled snort of "Hoo Hoo", the sacred tree of the host body took the 'leaf cocoon' Shu Wenling, got into the soil under the tree, and sealed it into the soil together with the blood and bones left behind before.

The ground was flat as if nothing had ever existed. The 'leaf cocoon' and the branches of the sacred tree were sleeping deeply in the soil. Suddenly, the stones in the forbidden area surged and pressed the flat ground tightly.The broken stones gathered into an extremely hard stone mountain, and Shu Wenling at the foot of the stone mountain, together with the sacred tree, fell into a deep sleep.

Following the strongest impression in the memory fragments, the split 'clay figurines' came to a place that is the most impossible to come now - Song Chaoyang's bedroom.In the empty palace, the 'clay figurine' without cloth shoes slept soundly in the sunset, unaware that a cheerful footstep stopped because of her, let alone that the next thing would be like a bow. Arrows are generally irreversible.