In the system space, the silver-white bulkhead is flowing with a cold light.
System Treasure was suspended in front of the main console with his hands on his hips, his heterochromatic pupils reflecting the cyan figure on the light screen.
The figure slapped the nine-level cannonball away with one palm, and the weapon, which was enough to destroy an entire small city, exploded into a gorgeous firework at high altitude.
"Huh--"
The corners of her mouth slowly raised, she crossed her arms to her chest, her chin was slightly raised, and her eyelashes fluttered twice.
"This treasure can also save the situation, okay?"
She stared at the screen for a few more seconds before turning off the light screen.
Turn around.
Her long silver-white hair fluttered gently in the cold light, and the curve of her mouth had not yet been retracted. Her eyelashes drooped, and she muttered softly:
"A second-rate host... don't let me live up to my hard work."
Sunset Forest.
The night wind was filled with gunpowder smoke and the smell of blood, blowing in waves from the direction of the explosion.
Long Jinyu leaned in the woman's arms, his golden and silver eyes reflecting the last trace of fire in the sky.
He withdrew his gaze, looked at the green-haired dragon girl who was very close at hand, and thought.
DK-W-8?
Sister Yu said that among the nine guards, the next one he might come into contact with is her.
'System Treasure...sometimes it's quite reliable.'
He muttered something silently in his mind.
That bastard, who laughs and laughs all day long and has no heart, even has to struggle for a long time when the "host" changes her name to "Jin Yu". But every time when the critical moment comes, she never loses her temper.
From the preparations for Jiuwei's awakening, to Yu's arrival, to the appearance of DK-8 today - he didn't know how many days and nights she had stayed up silently in the background to make all of this a reality.
"Ahem, that wind...Wind Dragon King wei--"
Long Jinyu asked tentatively, "Can I call you that?"
The green-haired woman raised her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of interest in her eyes. She did not deny it, but nodded lightly.
Long Jinyu did not ask her name, but turned his head and glanced at the stiff figure below. "Can the one below be captured alive?"
She lowered her head, glanced at Blood Prison Douluo, and said in a calm tone, "Master, do you want to live?"
"Want."
Long Jinyu didn't hesitate.
But then, he added, "But if it's inconvenient - or risky - don't force it, just kill it on the spot."
He raised his head and met those azure eyes:
"This person has a lot of information, which is very important. But more importantly, nothing can happen to you. We can't let the tiger go back to the mountains."
The green-haired woman was silent for a moment.
Then, the corners of her lips raised slightly.
"Lord, are you worried about me?"
Long Jinyu was startled.
Before he could answer, she had already let go of her hand. The breeze held his waist and gently lifted him up a tall tree branch.
"A stick of incense."
She turned around, her green hair flying in the night wind, and her voice floated from the wind, "Wait for me."
Blood Prison Douluo saw the cyan figure falling from the sky and finally recovered from the shock.
His face was ashen, and his bloody pupils were filled with despair, madness, and something that even he himself was unwilling to admit -
fear.
"Who the hell are you--?!"
The green-haired woman didn't answer.
Didn't even look at him.
She raised her hand, and a cyan wind blade formed on her fingertips, and she moved forward lightly.
Blood Prison Douluo retreated suddenly, Eighth Soul Ring exploded - bloody chains poured out from his body overwhelmingly, dozens or hundreds of chains, intertwined into an airtight cage, covering the cyan figure.
"Blood Prison!"
This is his most proud life Soul Skill.
Use the power of the source to condense the chains, seal the space, suppress Soul Power, and imprison everything.
The silver-haired woman just now was trapped in this move and couldn't even use it in space Soul Skill.
What he was betting on was that no matter how strong she was, it would still take some time to break out of the cage.
Just give him a breath...
One breath is enough.
The green-haired woman did not dodge.
She just blew lightly.
The tone was as light as a sigh, but it carried an indescribable power.
Wherever the wind passed by, the chains seemed to have had their muscles and bones ripped away, and froze in mid-air, and then--
Falling softly.
It fell to the ground in a pitter-patter pattern.
Blood Prison Douluo's pupils shrank suddenly, like blood bubbles punctured by a needle.
This woman didn't even move her hands, she just blew his eighth Soul Skill.
In front of her, he felt like a child who had just learned to walk, weak and powerless.
"No... impossible..."
He muttered to himself and took a step back uncontrollably.
The green-haired woman still didn't look at him.
Blood Prison Douluo's teeth clenched.
"Damn it! I... I will fight with you!"
His voice came out from deep in his throat, like the low roar of a dying beast.
The blood-red Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring lights up.
It's not that he doesn't know the difference.
But he knows better - there is no way to escape. Begging for mercy may not be of any use. The only option is to do everything possible, even if you are broken into pieces.
He remembered the awe and fear that could not be hidden in the eyes of his colleagues when they looked at him in the Offering Hall.
Yes, he is Holy Spirit Cult Third Offering, level 97 Super Douluo.
He can die, but he cannot die on his knees.
He bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed blood on Soul Ring.
The moment the essence and blood submerged into Soul Ring, his face turned as pale as paper, and wrinkles climbed up to the corners of his eyes at a speed visible to the naked eye - this move burned his life.
"Ninth Soul Skill--"
Blood Prison Douluo's body began to disintegrate and melt, like ice cubes dropped into boiling water.
His flesh, flesh, bones, Soul Power, consciousness, everything turned into a boundless sea of blood at this moment.
"Blood! Sea! Endless!"
A wave of red-black blood exploded from where he stood, sweeping in all directions. Wherever it passed, trees withered, rocks melted, and the earth cracked.
The entire forest is being swallowed by this sea of blood.
He wants to drag everything here into it.
Together with that silver-haired girl, together with that green-haired woman, together with this land--
Let's turn to ashes together!
Long Jinyu Standing on a tree branch, hundreds of feet away, I can still feel the destructive evil aura.
It's not heat, it's not cold, it's a sense of emptiness where the vitality has been forcibly stripped away. It's as if wherever the sea of blood touches, even "existence" itself has been swallowed up.
If there wasn't that Dragon King sister--
He didn't dare to think about it.
The green-haired woman looked at the overwhelming sea of blood and finally had an expression.
But not surprised.
But... it's like watching a rain that has nothing to do with you.
She raised her hand.
The wind blade condensed in her palm, as thin as hair and as dense as spring rain, pouring out from her fingertips.
Those wind blades did not "block" the sea of blood.
They got into the sea of blood.
Each wind blade opened a hole in the blood sea, peeling off and dismantling the origin of the blood sea inch by inch.
The sea of blood was rolling and roaring, but it could not touch the hem of her clothes.
Her figure loomed in the blood, appearing in different directions every time, like wind, like fog, like a cloud that could never be caught.
The painful roar of Blood Prison Douluo came from the sea of blood. It was not the pain of the body, but the despair of the soul.
He felt that he was being torn apart bit by bit, from a complete "person" to pieces, from fragments to nothingness.
He wanted to take back the sea of blood, but found that he could no longer do it - those wind blades were like countless needles, pinning him to this collapsing realm.
The sea of blood is getting thinner and shallower.
Being compressed, compressed again, from a "sea of blood" to a "pool of blood", from a "pool of blood" to a pool of blood, from a pool of blood to a huddled figure.
Eventually, all the bloody light dissipated.
Blood Prison Douluo was kneeling on the ground, his body covered in wounds, his breath weak, like an empty shell that had been drained of all its strength.
He opened his mouth to say something.
A breeze blew across the back of his neck.
His vision went dark, and his body fell softly.
The green-haired woman took back her hand.
A gentle whirlwind rolled out from her fingertips, gently lifting the unconscious Blood Prison Douluo and suspending it in mid-air.
She turned around and floated back to the tree branch.
Long Jinyu jumped down from the tree and landed in front of her.
The two looked at each other.
The moonlight fell between them, casting two shadows on the ground covered with fallen leaves.
The green-haired woman looked at him quietly for a moment.
Then, she raised her hand.
A wisp of breeze condensed into a flowing cyan rune on her fingertips. The rune rotated and emitted a faint fluorescence.
"One day the roc rises with the wind and soars ninety thousand miles."
She whispered.
The rune suddenly spread out and turned into an elegant ancient character - "LAN", hanging between the two people.
"The wind in the mountains is invisible and shadowless, but it can penetrate rocks."
She gently pushed the word to Long Jinyu, her voice full of solemnity:
"Lord, remember."
"The mountain wind is 'Lan'. I am your... wind."
She took a step back and knelt on one knee, her black hair hanging down.
"Lan, I have met the Lord."