Ling Yun's power was draining. He furrowed his brow and transformed into myriad things, using this to heal his Undying Body and prevent his power from continuing to leak out.
After a moment!
Ling Yun, who had already turned into dust, condensed back together.
At this moment, the Martial Soul Continent was comparable to the climax of the spiritual qi recovery. The spiritual qi was more than five times what it was before, able to compare with ancient times.
"An Qing, An Qing... wake up quickly!"
Ling Yun walked to her side, gently picked her up, and cast successive streaks of Holy Light downward.
An Qing opened her eyes in a daze, blinking as she asked, "What just happened?"
"You were too excited and passed out!" Ling Yun laughed.
Her memories were temporarily recovering, which meant there was a latent period. In the future, she would still slowly remember; this was a big trouble.
After all, once the subconscious existed, the possibility of future recovery was extremely high.
"Headache!"
An Qing pounded her head.
"Stop pounding. Follow me; the matter in the Monster Domain is not over yet."
"Qianqian is there too, right?"
"I'm afraid that if we go too late, those three children will start getting restless."
As he spoke, Ling Yun walked over to the corpse of the Pisces Monarch. He retrieved the divine artifact gourd, and then a ball of strange fire burned the corpse, including the others who came out from the Moonlit Demon Suppressing Tower—they had died while unconscious.
"Little Six, get up! Don't sleep if there's nothing wrong!"
Ling Yun walked over and gently nudged him with his foot. His dark, profound ice-cold eyes appeared wild and unrestrained, fiendish and terrifying.
The Sixth Guardian instantly woke up, suddenly jumping up. He chuckled at Ling