In the deep and dark abyss of water, Sang Luo gathered his spiritual energy to resist, but found that the cold air overwhelmed his limbs and was bone-piercing.
This water area seems to have a strong suppression on her spiritual power.
Under the influence of the general environment, Sang Luo was almost powerless to resist.
This was the first time Sang Luo felt the natural suppression of the monks by heaven and earth.
Under such suppression, monks are as small as ants, even those with high cultivation levels cannot do it.
She fell uncontrollably into the abyss. After several struggles, the spiritual energy in her body became weaker and weaker.
Because he had practiced the devil's path, Chu Yanshu's sense of devil's breath was much more sensitive than others. As soon as he fell into the water, he felt the undercurrent in the water.
When he turned around, Sang Luo was nowhere to be seen.
His expression changed slightly, feeling the cold abyss, and immediately dived down to look for Sang Luo's figure.
Under the abyss, Sangluo was still sinking. The corners of his goose-yellow clothes were surging with the water, and his thick black hair was scattered on his side. Only the small lotus pendant on his wrist began to grow as the owner felt it.
danger, glowing faintly red.
When Chu Yanshu discovered Sang Luo, he saw that the corners of the girl's skirt were already covered with frost.
His heart was shocked and he immediately headed towards Sang Luo.
There was no living thing in the pitch-black abyss. As the depth of the dive went deeper, the surrounding temperature became lower and lower.
Sang Luo opened the corners of his eyes with difficulty, opened his mouth, and wanted to tell Chu Yanshu not to come over.
She seemed to be caught up in an undercurrent, which was like quicksand in the desert. The more she struggled, the faster she sank.
But when Chu Yanshu saw the frost forming on her body, he didn't have time to think about it. He immediately gathered his spiritual energy and sank rapidly towards the undercurrent.
The moment he grabbed the girl's waist, he felt the sinking undercurrent. But looking at Sang Luo's dying look, he didn't have time to say anything more and lowered his head to kiss her lips.
This idiot, who has transformed into a god and cultivated a human body, can't even control his breath under water, and is still holding his breath.
A warm touch came from the corner of his lips, and Sang Luo, who was almost frozen, subconsciously leaned into Chu Yanshu's arms.
Chu Yanshu lowered his head and pressed it against her forehead, and the spiritual energy from his body slowly flowed out and entered her body, raising a barrier beside the two of them.
He spoke softly,
"Don't be afraid, adjust your breath according to the fluctuation of my spiritual breath."
With the spiritual energy that Chu Yanshu entered, the coldness in the spiritual sea in Sang Luo eased a lot.
She lowered her head and rested it on Chu Yanshu's chest. After a while, she finally recovered and looked up at him, her face pale.
"There is something in the waters suppressing my spiritual power."
It's not just her cultivation, it's from the root, which is in conflict with her spiritual power.
She has a fire spiritual root, so logically she is incompatible with water, but no matter how incompatible she is, she shouldn't be suppressed like this.
Unless there is something under the water that is stronger than her, and much stronger, so it can have such a strong suppressive effect on her.
Chu Yanshu hugged Sang Luo and protected her in his arms, but the two of them were still trapped by the undercurrent and couldn't break free.
He lowered his head and looked at Sang Luo and said softly,
"Don't be afraid, no matter what happens, I will be with you."
As the undercurrent continued to sink, the surrounding temperature became lower and lower. Chu Yanshu condensed his soul power, formed a barrier around the two of them, and then took out a spirit fire bead from the Qiankun bag.