lcionline Chapter 410 Lu Ya and Zhao Gongming have given up again.
Chapter 410 Lu Ya and Zhao Gongming have given up again.
Chapter 410 Lu Ya and Zhao Gongming have lost their temper again.
The people in the courtyard perked up their ears.
Not understanding why Yang Jiao, who had just been running out and shouting wildly, suddenly fell silent.
squeak~
The door was pushed open.
Hongjiao is back.
Her excitement was completely dampened by the Old Ancestor of the Styx.
Having experienced the same thing, Bai Ze glanced at Yang Jiao and saw that her hair was plastered tightly to her back and her clothes were askew, showing that the Styx Ancestor had splashed Yang Jiao with much more force than he had splashed himself.
Bai Ze couldn't help but burst into laughter:
"Hahaha, you've finally met your match!"
Yang Jiao glared at him, secretly blaming herself for getting carried away after drawing such a good item, forgetting that there was still the Styx Ancestor outside who was catching people!
Luckily I ran fast, otherwise the second wave would have been even bigger!
Before the shock on her face had faded, Mosquito Taoist stepped forward and, without the slightest disgust, helped Yang Jiao wipe herself clean, even making a gesture as if to open his mouth:
"I'll suck the mosquitoes up for you."
Startled, Zhao Gongming jumped up and cast a cleansing spell on Yang Jiao.
Bai Ze scoffed at Mosquito Taoist's double standards: "Don't you mind the smell now?"
Mosquito Taoist snorted and turned his head away.
Fortunately, it was the sea of blood from the Styx Ancestor that sobered Yang Jiao up, allowing her to calm down. It was true that there were many high-level fragments, but none of them could be collected to exchange for something.
No rush, she still has thirteen tokens.
Yang Jiao wanted to use the same trick again to offer incense and draw cards for Zhao Gongming, but suddenly saw his face turn pale.
The person who had been sitting upright in the chair just moments before suddenly collapsed as if their soul had been ripped out.
"Big brother!"
Lady Bixiao nervously supported Zhao Gongming's body.
Yang Jiao was also startled. Could it be that he was being backfired because he had borrowed the God of Wealth's luck to draw cards?
If that's the reason, Yang Jiao would feel terribly guilty.
She hurriedly stepped forward, even taking out the golden pill that could absorb the true energy of the Purple Star, which Grand Master Xuandu had instructed her to keep safe.
If it is truly my fault, then even a single pill wouldn't be enough to atone for my sins.
Yang Jiao held the pill to Zhao Gongming's lips and hurriedly said:
"Master Zhao? You should take it quickly."
Zhao Gongming's lips turned pale, but he turned his head to the side, weakly opened his eyes, and was about to speak when he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The splattered blood droplets formed a mist on the ground.
It got stained with the seeds nearby, and one of them broke open its shell and unfurled a tender green bud.
He coughed a few times and lay half-reclined on the ground, panting.
It took him a long time to recover, and his gaze towards Yang Jiao was even more astonished.
"Young friend, you really are a big variable..."
Master's calculations were correct; Yang Jiao is indeed a variable.
Yang Jiao was puzzled. Seeing how badly he was injured, she realized that Zhao Gongming had fought against the Twelve Golden Immortals all by himself and had chased after the Taoist Ran Deng without sustaining such serious injuries. Yet, she had made the God of Wealth vomit blood just by making a wish to draw a card.
Seeing the guilt on her face, Zhao Gongming shook his head and said:
"It's not your fault."
He still had a metallic taste in his throat, and after pausing, he continued:
"Although I do not know why you made me offer incense, that is not why I was injured. Do not blame yourself."
The reason Zhao Gongming was injured was... because of that glimpse he had caught.
It was only a corner of the chaos. He wanted to explore more of that world that was neither mist nor fog, but before he could even carefully discern it, his divine sense was injured by a sharp baleful aura, almost causing his divine sense to collapse.
He swallowed the blood that was about to surge in his throat, grabbed Yang Jiao's sleeve, and anxiously asked:
"What do you see when the incense smoke swirls around us?"
Yang Jiao recalled.
At the time, she was completely focused on the card-drawing results and didn't pay much attention to anything else, but... thinking about it carefully, she did see some scenes.
Yang Jiao slowly recalled and described:
"It was... a chaotic color, like it was covered with a layer of sand."
"I can't see anything, something's not right!" Yang Jiao suddenly paused and said, "There's something moving inside!"
She was completely focused on drawing cards and didn't pay attention to anything else.
The others didn't know what Zhao Gongming and Yang Jiao had seen, and they just frowned, especially Bai Ze, who, no matter how smart he was, could only think about things after the prehistoric era.
The analysis yielded no result.
Some even suspected that the two of them were hallucinating due to the poor quality incense from Western religions.
Otherwise, how could one person vomit blood and the other go mad after smelling the incense?
Upon hearing Yang Jiao's words, Zhao Gongming's tense body suddenly slumped, and a bitter smile appeared on his face:
"Your roots are much deeper than mine."
Yang Jiao can see chaos!
Before the beginning of time, there was a chaotic void before heaven and earth were created.
He was injured so badly just for trying to get a glimpse of something; what would have happened if he had withdrawn even a little bit slower?
Completely destroyed consciousness?
Completely devoid of cultivation?
Or perhaps, one's soul would be instantly scattered by a mere wave of the hand from that unknown source, whether it be malevolent energy or something else within it?
Zhao Gongming's eyes lit up with excitement as he looked at Yang Jiao. Such a person with so much potential...
He was determined to find a way to snatch Yang Jiao back from the Human Sect and return her to the Intercepting Sect for his master!
Despite his own perfected cultivation as a Great Luo Golden Immortal, he couldn't see as much as Yang Jiao, a Golden Immortal.
Or……
Zhao Gongming suddenly understood.
It wasn't by chance that the two of them saw Chaos, but rather because he benefited from Yang Jiao's presence; what he saw was the scene that originally belonged to Yang Jiao!
So, what Yang Jiao was referring to as the three thousand demon gods that were moving within them?
Zhao Gongming suddenly dared not continue thinking. If it were true, then if Yang Jiao grew up in the future, he would probably be even more powerful than a sage.
At this moment, Yang Jiao could only deduce that what she was seeing might be a creature from the primordial era.
She has only existed in this world for seventeen years, not counting the three days she spent in heaven.
How could anyone know so much?
But she believes it will happen soon.
Once the Chaos Bell is repaired, everything will become clear.
There's still plenty of time, Yang Jiao isn't in a hurry. The most important thing right now is—
"Master Zhao, why are you smoking too?"
Zhao Gongming was seriously injured. He was already on the list, and now he couldn't suppress his injuries, so he actually let out another puff of white smoke from his shoulder.
As Yang Tianyou watched Lu Ya and Zhao Gongming smoking together again, the scene of the first time he met them came to mind.
Just like yesterday.
At this moment, although Kinnara was also concerned about Master Zhao, he couldn't help but glance at Lu Ya Dao Ren and then at the aura emanating from Zhao Gongming. His feet couldn't help but run out.
He grabbed two handfuls of seeds and shoved them into the cigarette smoke on the two of them.
With an apologetic expression on his face, he bowed and apologized without pausing his movements for a moment:
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, don't waste it."
These are all good stuff.
Even withered grass can be revitalized by the fumes.
Lu Ya pressed the black aura on his shoulder, helped Zhao Gongming up from the ground, and they staggered outside, arm in arm and supporting each other.
Everyone who passed by could hear the sound emanating from them.
laugh,
Sizzle,
Chi Chi Chi.
Seeing their difficult steps, Yang Jiao called out:
"You're both injured, why aren't you resting in the yard? What are you doing running around like that?"
Lu Ya didn't stop walking. With each pause in the exhalation of energy emanating from his body, he turned slightly and said:
"What injury are you trying to heal? We can just go out and dig up some ley lines to treat it."