Over Sea God Pavilion.
The more he raised his hand--
The emerald light condensed in her palm and turned into a slender dragon spear. The body of the spear was as transparent as jasper, and a drop of dew-like brilliance condensed on the tip of the spear, which was flowing in the sunlight.
Then, in an understatement, she sent it forward.
There is no roar of Soul Skill, no change of color in the world.
It was just a "gift".
But that emerald light had already passed through the space and was precisely located on Yan Shaozhe's chest.
"Boom--!!!"
Yan Shaozhe's whole body shot out, crashed through the stone fence outside the Sea God Pavilion, and hit the ancient tree by the lake hard. The thousand-year-old tree broke apart, and its branches and leaves flew like rain.
On his chest, a green light was crazily eroding his vitality.
Then--
Fire exploded from his body.
Golden phoenix flames, wrapped in a clear and long cry, spurted out from his chest, forcing the green light out of his body inch by inch.
The flames dispersed.
Yan Shaozhe knelt on one knee, panting heavily, his face as pale as paper.
But the wound on his chest had healed as before.
Bright Phoenix Nirvana.
Such an understatement forced him to perform a life-saving stunt at the bottom of the box.
Yu was still hovering in mid-air, the emerald dragon spear pointed diagonally at the ground, and the dew-like brilliance of the spear tip did not even decrease by half.
She sneered slightly and nodded, "In fact, I have inherited the most powerful ability of the Phoenix lineage."
"However, this ability also consumes a lot of money and cannot be used continuously. If you try again, you will really die."
Her eyes fell on Yan Shaozhe's face:
"How is it? Do you want to continue?"
"It's still too late to give up now. It's still a good deal to save your life."
Yan Shaozhe raised his head.
The corners of his mouth were still bloodshot, and his face was frighteningly white, but there was no flinch in his eyes.
"Senior."
He supported the ground and stood up unsteadily, his voice hoarse but firm:
"Please continue."
The more he heard this, he was not polite at all.
The Emerald Dragon Spear was raised again.
This time, there is no "sending" action.
Green light pours down like rain.
Long Jinyu felt Ma Xiaotao in his arms tremble suddenly.
This time, he didn't stop her.
Ma Xiaotao broke away from his arms and looked through the porthole below at the figure falling down and getting up again and again in the green light. His eyes immediately turned red, his fingers were cold and he trembled slightly.
She knew this was a test and knew that Sister Yu was just "acting".
But she was still afraid.
Afraid that the teacher wouldn't be able to hold on, afraid that the emerald light would really swallow him, afraid that he would completely collapse in front of her -
Long Jinyu gently hugged her from behind, held her hand, and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"Dean Yan will hold on."
His voice was very soft, but it was like an anchor, pulling her out of the whirlpool of fear.
Ma Xiaotao bit her lip and made no sound. She just turned her head and buried her face deeper.
Sea God Pavilion Down.
Yan Shaozhe I can't remember how many times I fell down.
The first time, he was swept away by the green light and smashed the second ancient tree.
The second time, he barely stood up, but was knocked directly into the ground, and was cut all over by gravel.
The third time, he crawled out, covered in blood, but he rushed forward and was whipped away by a dragon's tail again.
The fourth time.
The fifth time.
The sixth time.
The seventh time.
The eighth time.
The ninth time.
Chapter...
He felt that he had reached his limit.
Soul Power is exhausted, and the meridians are broken. Every breath is like swallowing a knife, and every heartbeat is like using the last strength to sound the death knell.
He knelt on his knees, holding his hands on the ground, his fingertips embedded in the cracks in the stone, and blood seeped out from between his fingers.
He's still holding on.
Consciousness began to blur.
In his ears, someone seemed to be calling him - Lin'er? Is it the teacher?
He couldn't hear clearly.
He just wanted to close his eyes.
Too tired.
In front of Yuxian Douluo, a quarter of an hour is as long as a century.
But he heard a voice.
Very light and far away, as if coming from another world:
"Teacher..."
--Xiaotao.
His consciousness suddenly became clear for a moment.
That's not an auditory hallucination.
That was his students calling him.
Xiaotao is still waiting for his rescue.
He can't die!
Bright Phoenix Martial Soul, from the deepest part of his body, he let out a clear and long cry.
Golden flames exploded from his body!
Not the flame of nirvana - the flame of breakthrough!
Soul Power is climbing crazily, and the bottleneck of level 95 is like paper in the face of the obsession of father's love!
Level 96!
He did it!
His Soul Power, after being exhausted to the extreme, finally broke through the level that had trapped him for many years.
But before the aftertaste of the breakthrough dissipated, his body could no longer hold on and he collapsed.
In mid-air, the last trace of fine sand in the jasper hourglass has not drained away.
But he gave up more and more.
The dragon spear dissipated in her palm and turned into little emerald lights.
The last grain of sand in the hourglass fell gently.
"Not bad."
Her voice is still calm, but if you listen carefully, there seems to be a hint of... recognition?
"She still has some backbone."
Yan Shaozhe was lying on the ground, panting heavily, and every part of his body hurt.
But he lives.
Xian Lin'er was the first to rush forward and helped him up together with Qian Duoduo.
"You..."
She looked at the injuries all over his body, her lips trembled, and her voice suddenly became hoarse, "I didn't expect a heartless guy like you to be so desperate at the critical moment."
Yan Shaozhe forced a smile, "Lin'er, actually I... have always worked hard..."
"Shut up, you!"
Xian Lin'er turned away to prevent him from seeing her red eyes.
"Well done, old saying, a real man!"
Qian Duoduo also praised without hesitation.
Several elders looked at each other, not knowing who applauded first.
The applause sounded sparsely, then became thicker and louder.
Yan Shaozhe was a little embarrassed by this battle. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly fell from the air.
She clicked her fingers, and a green light fell on Yan Shaozhe. His wounds began to heal, and some color finally returned to his pale face.
"Thank you, Senior Yuxian, for your guidance. This junior has learned a lesson."
Yan Shaozhe broke free from the support of Xian Lin'er and Qian Duoduo, and gave Yu a deep kiss.
Yu nodded slightly.
She turned her head and looked at the spaceship hovering in mid-air.
The spacecraft landed slowly.
Before the hatch was fully opened, a fiery red figure rushed out.
"Teacher--!!!"
Ma Xiaotao almost rushed over and plunged into Yan Shaozhe's arms, causing him to stagger and almost fall down again.
Yan Shaozhe was hit by her and her chest hurt, but she didn't say anything.
Ma Xiaotao's tears fell heavily, hitting his blood-stained clothes.
"Teacher... how are you... are you okay... why did you agree?"
Yan Shaozhe opened his eyes and saw the crying face of his disciple, and suddenly felt that it was worth it.
He raised his hand and patted her head gently like he did when he was a child.
"Because it's you."
"But... but if you really die..."
"Then he'll die."
Ma Xiaotao's crying paused for a moment, and then started to cry even harder.
"Silly girl... don't cry, the teacher is fine..."
"You lied... you shed a lot of blood..."
"That's someone else's blood."
"Nonsense... there's no one else here..."
Yan Shaozhe smiled and did not defend himself.
Behind him, a silver-white figure walked out of the spacecraft.
His steps were very light, but the moment he landed, everyone's eyes were focused on him.
Her silver hair reaches her waist, glowing slightly in the sun. Her gold and silver eyes are as clear as ever, with a gentle smile on her face.
It's Long Jinyu.
He released his breath slightly for a moment--
The dragon's horns protrude from the forehead, and nine colors of brilliance flow.
Five Soul Ring rose from beneath the feet, each one bright red.
No doubt--
One hundred thousand years.
Then, he accepted it.
The dragon's horns disappear, Soul Ring is gathered together.
Just a short moment.
But everyone saw it.
Under the Sea God Pavilion, it fell into dead silence again.
Several elders opened their eyes wide and couldn't believe what they saw.
Five rings...Soul King...
Five Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring?
What the hell kind of monster is this?!
That kid, who was on the verge of death last night, broke through to Soul King today? Or five Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring... how did he do it?
Mu En's pupils shrank slightly, and then - the corners of his lips slowly raised into a smile of relief.
Xuan Zi, supported by Elder Zhuang, staggered up to Long Jinyu.
He raised his hands, and those calloused hands that had once struck a mountain apart were trembling slightly at the moment.
The old fingers touched the young man's cheek, as if confirming something.
real.
Warm.
alive.
Xuan Zi's eyes turned red immediately.
"Okay... okay..."
His voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible, his lips were trembling, and he repeated over and over again:
"Good boy... As long as you're okay..."
"I... I'm sorry for you..."
As he spoke, his knees bent and he was about to kneel down.
Long Jinyu had quick eyes and quick hands, so he helped him.
"Xuan Zi!"
He held the old man's arm and felt the old body trembling violently.
"What are you doing..."
"It's my fault..."
Xuan Zi's voice seemed to be squeezed out from the chest, and every word was trembling, "I... I shouldn't have left you... I fell into their trap... I..."
"Xuan Zi."
Long Jinyu interrupted him.
He was originally angry with Xuan Zi. Angry at him for not being responsible enough, angry at him for letting him face that night alone.
But after Yu told him the truth.
He was not angry anymore.
"It's not your fault."
Xuan Zi was stunned.
"It's Holy Spirit Cult that's too cunning."
Long Jinyu looked at him with a calm look, "Dragon Emperor Douluo took action personally. In that case, no one could protect me. Even if it were Mu En, the result would be the same."
Xuan Zi stared at him blankly, tears finally falling silently from his cloudy old eyes.
"Child..."
He was so choked that he couldn't speak.
Long Jinyu patted the back of his hand gently and said nothing more.
He could feel - Xuan Zi's guilt was not pretended. It was not because Sister Yu was present, but from last night to now, this self-blame had crushed him.
This old man really cares about him.
It seems... that "little thing" he prepared... was not in vain.
"Little junior brother!"
A figure rushed over, picked him up, and spun him around twice.
Long Jinyu was so dizzy that he finally saw the person coming--
Xian Lin'er's eyes were red, but his mouth was grinning:
"It's good that you're okay! You scared senior sister to death, you know?"
"Uh-huh... senior sister, senior sister!"
After hearing his begging for mercy, she put him down, looked up and down several times, and let out a sigh of relief:
"I've lost weight. Senior sister will prepare you a delicious tonic later."
"Senior sister, I was unconscious for just one night..."
"I lost weight overnight!" Xian Lin'er said confidently.
"Aha, yes, senior sister is right!"
Long Jinyu echoed with a smile.
He turned his head and looked towards the front of the crowd--
Mu En stood there, looking at him quietly.
There was guilt and heartache in those eyes that had gone through many vicissitudes of life.
But the most important thing is a sense of relief.
He is still alive.
He is still willing to come back.
That's enough.
Long Jinyu met the old man's gaze and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
He didn't say anything like "Teacher, I'm fine."
He just nodded slightly.
Mu En also nodded.
Thousands of words can be said in this one nod.
Yu stood not far away, watching this scene with a gentle smile on his lips.
Long Jinyu walked to her side and whispered:
"Sister Yu, thank you for your hard work."
Yu shook his head gently:
"It's not hard, it's just... a test for the 'future in-laws'."
Long Jinyu stumbled.
"... Sister Yu."
"Huh?"
"Can you... stop saying things so shockingly?"
He covered his lips and smiled softly, but did not answer.
She raised her head and looked at the blue sky in the distance.
The warm breeze blew through Sea God Lake, ruffling the reflection in the pool.
Shrek The longest morning in ten thousand years of history has finally passed.