Chapter 39

"it seems that even the aura of suppressing injuries has to be withdrawn!"

Yi Heng's right chest slowly leaches blood, and the aura of suppressing the wound has been withdrawn.

The ice sheet suddenly appeared in the chest, and the fireball was floating in the palm of the right hand.

There was also an ice shield in front of the monk in black. There was no movement in his right hand, and the spirit stone on his left hand was slowly becoming smaller.

"Hu" a sound, Yi Heng hit the fireball in his hand, straight to the black Friar's forehead.

But the ice shield seemed to have a spirit, just blocking the fireball, and the monk in black just stepped back a few steps.

But Yi Heng knew that he could not delay, so he recited pithy formula and played fireball as he practiced fireball.

"Hoo" "Hoo" "Hoo".

A moment later, more than a dozen fireballs all hit the Taoist priest in black.

No accident, the fireball was blocked by the monk in black, and the ice sheet became thinner, but it did not dissipate.

The monk in black vomited blood and slid back two or three feet, his back against a big tree.

The spirit stone on the left hand is smaller.

Yi Heng's face turned blue and white, like a dead man.

Finally, the monk in black felt that his spiritual power was enough, and he began to use fireballs.

Two people come and go, a cup of tea Kung Fu, the whole forest is shocked by the aftershock of magic.

I don't know how many times Yi Heng's ice sheet has been broken, but after all, it is the power of spirit stone. Now his spirit power is almost exhausted, his clothes are in tatters, and his injury is more serious.

The monk in black was not much better. Although he had been fighting with Yi Heng for so long with the help of the spirit stone, he still looked miserable because he had been injured before and his internal organs were seriously injured again.

But fortunately, he still has spirit stone. As long as he exhausts the other party's aura first, he must be alive.

The first spirit stone has disappeared. Once again, the left hand blows, and another spirit stone appears in the palm of the hand. This time, there is no heartache.

Yi Heng crawls on the ground like mud, and can feel the spirit overflowing from the spirit stone after ten steps, not to mention the monk in black?

Seeing this situation, the friar in black waved his right hand, "whew", and Yi Heng's left arm was pierced by something. Yi Heng only felt a chill.

The monk in black walked forward a few steps, and almost approached Yi Heng. Seeing that Yi Heng was unconscious and defenseless, he was relieved. He thought that Yi Heng could fight to the limit now.

Although he was curious about Yi Heng, he solved it quickly and found a place to heal.

The right hand trembled and stretched out. At the same time, the fireball appeared with a trace of pain in the soul. My heart knew that today's fighting method was excessive and had touched the wound of the soul.

Just as the monk in black was about to throw out the fireball, he suddenly felt that his feet were loose, and the whole person sank. The fireball in the monk's hand was naturally dissipated.

At this time, Yi Heng suddenly pounces forward from the ground, and before he reacts, he falls into a pit on the ground.

That night, in order to dig the pit more than two people, I suffered a lot, and I racked my brains to design the mechanism of the pit.

Yi Heng is not willing to use it, because it may not live.

At this time, he followed the friar in black and jumped down.

The monk in black just landed in the pit and was about to cast his magic, but Yi Heng hit him on the head, and the magic disappeared.

When he wakes up a little, Yi Heng has already pulled his neck and turned over into the hole.

Then, Yi Heng exhausted all his strength, waving his right fist like raindrops on his face.

Since the first punch, the monk in black did not wake up again. His nose was collapsed and his eyes were burst. Now he was lying on Yi Heng's shoulder, which was not like a person.

Yi Heng leaned against the wall of the pit, and his right hand was unable to lift it. The wound on his right chest leached blood again, but very little.

There were bursts of pain in the right hand, and the fingers couldn't move. It was estimated that the phalanx had been broken just now.

But he still put down the Taoist priest, left hand in the pit wall to dig a big stone, to some black monks head, hard hit down.

One time, two times, three times, hit the back, relying on the support of consciousness, more and more powerless, until the eyes turned black, and before time to see the monk in black, he fainted and leaned against the pit wall.

The mountain forest is calm again. Wild birds and wild animals can't get close to it because of the chaos and magic power. Maybe it won't take a year for this place to grow with weeds and be full of vitality. But now, it's dead, and only the wind blows at the treetops.

From day to day and sunset, the mountains and forests of nearly ten thousand miles are quietly repeating day by day, ushering in the sunrise and sending off the sunset glow, day by day, year by year.

But now, it is the heavy rain. The trees and grass that have been thirsty for a long time seem to stretch out their bodies and suck the rain. In a short time, the whole jungle becomes vigorous and green again.

The heavy rain has not stopped for an hour, and the water is slowly emerging in the forest.The water in the pit gradually increased, flooding the feet, the chest and the nose.

All of a sudden, Yi Heng's face flushed and his body shook. Instinctively, he wanted to climb up.

Just move, the whole body pain spread to the mind, mouth to breathe, but filled with water, but fortunately, the pain let him fully awake.

He struggled to put his head out of the water, breathing the air in the rainstorm, sometimes opened his thirsty mouth, let the rain directly into his mouth, and then slowly into his throat.

After recovering a little strength, he slowly stood up on the slippery wall of the pit, looked at the chest high water, and looked up at the top.

There is also a hole more than one person high, and now it must be impossible to climb up. The whole body, not to mention spiritual power, is not a trace of strength.

Yi Heng grinned bitterly, but he didn't expect that the pit was finally used.

Fortunately, it rains in time, or I'm afraid I won't wake up again.

But it's good to live. The world, the rainstorm, the jungle, even the water that drowned him, felt so lovely.

"Ah, ah!" Yi Heng stood in the pit and roared with all his strength. The voice was hoarse, not like the cheering of the survivors, but like a helpless howl.

As the water gradually rises, Yi Heng also picks up the pit wall with the help of buoyancy.

Two hours later, the heavy rain gradually stopped. He also climbed out of the pit, but fainted at the edge of the pit.

As the rain stopped, the birds also gradually out of their nests, happily flying around in the woods, catching insects from the holes in the trees.

As if he was infected, he slowly opened his eyes, listened and watched, felt the vitality of the jungle, and slowly recovered his strength.

Endure the pain, slowly get up and sit cross legged. The top priority is to recover the spirit that has already dried up, otherwise his life will be killed by the full body injury.

When night falls, Yi Heng is still motionless.

The sky is bright, and the urgency in the soul doesn't appear, but Yi Heng still opens his eyes.