Beyond the Divine States Chapter 276: : Gone with the Wind

The monster with steel claws turned its head, and Si Ming's fingers seemed to have surpassed the distance and penetrated its heart.

It was a very thin finger, which pierced the skin, pierced the flesh and blood, and then exploded loudly in the heart.

Blood water is flying.

The white-clothed woman immediately spread out the sword domain to block her, retreated behind her back, and retreated to the edge of the wall. She looked at the two corpses at her feet and deliberately stayed away-the distance was just the distance where the opponent could pretend to be dead and could counterattack.

The woman in white clothes is Lu Jiajia.

She had an intuition earlier that there were people hidden in the dark depths of the cave. She was not sure that this intuition was accurate, she just made a desperate bet.

She won the bet.

The man was suddenly drunk, and he really started to kill in an instant. He chose to attack this stronger monster to death first.

The monster's heart exploded, but it was still not dead. Its body twitched on the ground, and its steel claws plunged into the ground, as if to climb up again.

Lu Jiajia can't take care of too much, because she perceives a greater danger.

The person in the dark... she couldn't see the whole picture of the other person, she could only see a painted wooden mask of a demon fox, outside that mask, silver filaments were floating, and the **** smell of corpses filled the floor. It was like a mist of blood rising between them.

Lu Jiajia saw her eyes through the mask.

At this moment, she was convinced that the other party was a woman.

It was a pair of eyes with the purest snow as the pupil and the clearest water as the white of the eyes. The eyes were bright and cold and could not penetrate the cold fog, but there was a feeling of standing on a dangerous cliff overlooking the ice and snow.

Lu Jiajia imagined this beauty, and then she realized that something was wrong-her heart and soul were stunned by the other's eyes.

She immediately clung to her heart.

Si Ming's raised fingers slowly dropped.

Her physical injuries were not bad. The monument was destroyed when it was about to be completed, leaving a short-term and hard-to-heal wound in her heart.

In order to hide her figure, she also overdrawn a lot of her authority and power.

Si Ming looked at her coldly, like a tigress, threatening others not to enter his territory.

But soon, the woman in white in her eyes is divided into two, two into four...

Her head began to sink.

Si Ming knew that it was impossible to faint at this moment. She bit her tongue hard, but the backlash of the sky stele was so terrible, she finally couldn't bear it, leaned her head on the wall and passed out.

Lu Jiama is not sure if she is swindling herself.

But the hostility and murderous spirit did disappear.

She didn't let up in the slightest, and immediately pierced the struggling monster with her sword, chopped it into several pieces, and then burned it to ashes with the fire of the sword. Then, she used the sword to pierce the vitals of all the corpses on the ground again.

When he penetrated the old man, the old man let out a scream.

He has been feigning death, waiting for opportunities.

But I didn't expect Lu Jiajia to be so cautious.

The scream of the old man caused Lu Jiajia's heart to twitch slightly. She cut off the opponent's head, and was relieved after burning it with sword fire.

After confirming that everyone was dead, Lu Jiajia separated the unpleasant corpses with the sword domain and walked toward the depths of the cave.

She stood there not far from Si Ming for a while, and after confirming that the other party had not really fainted, she walked over.

Lu Jiamao wiped his fingers in front of him, and drew a virtual sword.

She is not sure what state of the other party is, and she does not know her attitude towards herself, but the dead are always the most reassuring.

If it were Zhao Xianger, this sword would penetrate without hesitation.

But even in this era of slaughter, she still couldn't stab the sword, just because she called to save me when she fell into despair, and she responded.

She is her benefactor.

Lu Jiajia can use countless reasons to convince himself to kill her, because morality is based on survival.

Lu Jiama struggled internally, her fingers trembled slightly, and the virtual sword became lighter and weaker in front of her.

If Ning Changlong stayed, what would he do?

Lu Jiama couldn't help thinking about it.

She looked at the demon fox mask on her face, the sword eyes swept along the soft curve of her black robe, the undulating lines crashed into the field of vision, like an invisible sword, with a beauty that shocked the mind, even if it was Lu Jiajia couldn't help but feel a hint of curiosity in her heart. After this demon fox mask, what a charming face should be.

Lu Jiajia didn't come close, she turned a little blank, hooked her finger slightly, and gently picked up her demon fox mask.

The mask slowly lifted.

Lu Jiajia looked at that face, slightly dazed.

That face is extremely beautiful. If it is the life's hard work of a certain craftsman, then this craftsman should be at the level of the Lord of the Kingdom of God.

At this moment, Si Mingyin is scattered, dipped in blood and pressed to the snow-white cheeks, his long eyelashes are quiet and not trembling, and his red lips are soft and frosty, showing a slight crimson. This is a kind of death coming. The beauty of time.

Lu Jiajia approached gently. For some reason, after seeing the other's face, she felt an unreasonable sense of security in her heart.

But feelings deceive others and harm themselves.

She put her hand on her heart and injected a sword energy.

If the opponent suddenly wakes up and becomes hostile to himself, then this sword energy will instantly destroy the opponent's heart.

After finishing this, Lu Jiajia put the demon fox mask on the silver-haired woman's chest, then gently picked her up and walked deeper into the cave.

This cave is very deep, and traces of bone scale rubbing can still be seen on the wall, which seems to be the nest of a certain black dragon.

The deeper the space, the larger the space, and the stench of the body behind him gradually fades away.

Lu Jiajia held the woman in his arms and placed it on a relatively complete boulder.

She hesitated and tried to save her life.

Many people have said that the more beautiful a woman is, the more feminine-hearted, but she feels that she is very kind, so she hopes that this beautiful woman is also a good person, otherwise her heart is too sorry for this beautiful skin... …

Lu Jiajia looked at her and sighed softly, knowing that this was only her own wishful thinking, she was very likely to pay the price for her actions.

She opened her sword eyes, tapped her fingers lightly on her body, and began to stop the bleeding from several fatal bleeding mouths.

Lu Jiajia stopped her blood.

She could perceive that the other party suffered more than just trauma. Her Dao heart should be scarred. This was an injury that she couldn't make up for.

Lu Jiajia used spiritual power to protect her vitals.

She is also not sure whether the historical figures in Luoshu have a real life...

"Silver hair and black robe, the country is all over the country... This catastrophe is so terrible, can such a peerless beauty be erased? Or is she not high in realm, so she has not been remembered by history." Lu Jiajia guessed in her heart, she even hoped it was the latter.

But her single blow to kill the steel claw monster still lingered in her heart.

The weakest woman should also be a master at the pinnacle of the Purple Court Realm.

After helping the silver-haired woman stop the wound, Lu Jiajia walked to the moist rock wall, wrapped her sword gas in the clear spring water, in the entrance, she squeezed her dry and cracked lips with a slight expression on her face. Ease.

She took some more, came to the silver-haired woman, gently knocked on her blown-breakable lips and teeth, the water slid over her finely braided teeth, and gently flowed into the depths.

Si Ming's eyelashes trembled.

I didn't wake up.

Lu Jiajia finished what he should do, so he meditated on the side and adjusted his breath, recovering from his injury.

She opened her eyes and glanced at her every week after she was running Reiki.

Si Ming was like a sleeping beauty, completely fainted on the stone bed.

She didn't have any dreams, thinking like a person falling in an endless abyss, without any reliance, her face fell like ashes, fell...

Lu Jiajia also noticed something was wrong.

She approached Si Ming again, touched her eyebrows with her finger, and drew in a spirit of energy, trying to probe her physical condition.

The spiritual power is like sinking into the sea, without a trace.

Lu Jiajiao withdrew his finger.

Her situation is worse than I thought...

Lu Jiajia knows that her consciousness has gradually fallen into decline. If there is no way to restore it, her spirit will be like a dehydrated flower, gradually wilting, withering, withering...

Lu Jiajia immediately thought of a certain time, and he seemed to have encountered a similar situation. At that time, Ning Changjiu used the secret method of the Hehuan Sect to pull his mind back.

But the silver-haired woman's consciousness has gradually disappeared, and it is obviously impossible to work.

Lu Jiajia injected a lot of spiritual power into her body, trying to stimulate her body and force her to wake up.

But to no avail.

On Si Ming’s beautiful face, the meaning of death is like red floral juice dripping into the clear water, and the color that faints is bleakly beautiful.

She sighed softly in her heart.

Perhaps destiny is fixed.

She took off her white outer garment, and then gently tore away Si Ming's clot-stained outer garment. After tearing it apart, she was shocked. The beauty in front of her eyes was like snow and blood was like plum, but... now Are all the beauties so poor? How come she only wore one piece of clothing... She gently covered her with her soft and clean clothes, then rubbed the black robe into a ball, and peeled off the dirt on it with sword energy. .

Lu Jiajia looked at her touching body, like pitying the withering flowers.

After washing the black robe, Si Ming's consciousness almost completely fell into an invisible abyss, and his breathing and heartbeat were weak and inaudible.

Lu Jiajia opened the white dress gently, trying to dress her again.

Suddenly, she was attracted by something.

"This is..."

Lu Jiajia noticed something painted on the inside of her right leg.

She stretched out her hand, held her ankle, spread it gently, and looked to the right side.

That is a complicated seal.

The print is slightly red, like a tattoo, which is very dazzling on the snow-white skin.

Is this a mark of some kind of organization?

Lu Jiajia hesitated for a while, and couldn't help reaching out and touching it.

I don't know if it was an illusion, the damned woman in her arms suddenly moved.

Lu Jiajia tentatively touched her finger.

Not an illusion.

She saw Si Ming's eyelashes trembling.

This imprint is connected to the most essential mind, with extraordinary magical powers, and actually pulled back the consciousness that she was about to fall into the bottom.

This impression is like a switch for a mechanism!

Lu Jiajia gently picked her up, held her in his arms, and kept pressing the dark red mark, tentatively injecting spiritual stimulation.

The cold, porcelain body in his arms has gradually become warm.

"Hmm..."

Siming snorted suddenly.

Lu Jia married a certain school of Taoism to inject more aura.

She felt like she was adding firewood to a hearth...

But the fire is really getting worse.

Si Ming's soft body tightened slightly, her head leaned forward, her legs bent slightly, and her consciousness was pulled back to the sea of ​​consciousness with a scream.

After a while, her eyes finally narrowed.

She leaned against Lu Jiajia's arms and slowly woke up.