After a series of tentative attacks between the two sides, Zhao Yang had a certain understanding of his true strength in the middle stage of God Transformation, and his intention to retreat was more obvious than ever before. Every time he made a move, it was just normal.
It’s just 12/10.
If it weren't for the fear of Liu Liang's equally strong combat prowess and the little greed left in his heart, he might have already evacuated and would not have rashly fought against a mid-stage god-transformation monk.
Apart from the apparent gap in strength between the middle stage of becoming a god and the early stage of becoming a god, the former also has the possibility of advancing to the later stage, facing the catastrophe, and ascending to the spiritual world.
On the contrary, for Wang Liang and Zhao Yang, if they have not broken through the bottleneck and successfully promoted, no matter how they polish their own cultivation, there is an upper limit after all, and their future achievements will most likely stop there.
"Since fellow Taoist is unwilling to evacuate, Mr. Zhao can only use some methods, Po" He heard a sharp shout, and the Canghai Sword, which had never shown its own methods, turned into a water-blue Changhong.
It flew through the air and landed firmly on his right arm.
Although after the monk's dodge, the injury was not too serious, the vigilance was still quite obvious.
From the look in Zhao Shoushou's eyes, it is clear that his patience has reached a limit. If he continues to entangle, what will usher in will be a real life and death battle. It is far from what can be compared under the current situation. It is completely
The distance between life and death.
"Since fellow Taoist has refined it, there is no real meaning for us to continue to entangle, so we will evacuate today." It seemed that Zhao Yang felt a bone-chilling chill, and Zhao Yang, who had long been determined to evacuate, did not continue to entangle, and immediately
It turned into a stream of light and disappeared without a trace.
In fact, after losing the two treasures as a link, Liu Liang and Zhao Yang had an inhospitable relationship, and there was no need to consult each other's opinions.
"You can't make friends with Shuzi, you can't make friends with Shuzi." Liu Liang, who was sitting on wax, was quite helpless, with a trace of atmosphere and helplessness on his face.
At this point, he certainly understands that there is no room for recovery. If two monks in the early stage of spiritual transformation join forces, there is still the possibility of a higher level between the two parties. In a one-on-one battle, this so-called comeback is obvious.
It's impossible to achieve.
After burning the incense, Liu Liang once again had two serious wounds on his body, and finally turned into a stream of light and chose to retreat, not to continue to entangle.
Regarding this choice, Zhao Shoushou did not pursue it to any extent. This result was undoubtedly the best at this point. In the end, this matter still happened because of him.
What's more, according to his speculation, Wan'er didn't have much life left at this time, and hunting down a cultivator in the early stages of becoming a god was obviously not something that could be accomplished in an instant.
Every minute and every second at this time is precious to him and Wan'er, and the time they can spend together is getting less and less.
"Wan'er, you need to leave at least ten years of longevity as the final strength for protection. This cause and effect can be completely understood today." Looking at Liu Liang's disappearing back, Zhao Shoushou said calmly, and then didn't even look up.
It turned into a stream of light and quickly returned to the cave.
Ten years is not a long time. Under normal circumstances, a mid- to late-stage Nascent Soul monk will have at least thirty years of life left behind. Some people who are determined to escape the suffering of reincarnation find some opportunities to serve as ghosts in the underworld.
Poor monks will even leave around a hundred years of lifespan for trading.
According to some true or false speculations in some jade slips, ten years of life is just the basic requirement for a monk to be reincarnated normally.
"My husband is back. This is the spirit wine specially prepared by Wan'er. You and I haven't had a drink together for a long time. How about we have a drink together today?" The cave is full of familiar and warm things in memory.
There was the smell of fireworks, and the lovely person dressed in white held a specially customized wine flask in his hand, all of which contained spiritual wine collected over hundreds of years.
"How is everything Wan'er?" The thousands of words in my heart finally turned into this sentence, and the deep affection in it cannot be described in words.
"Of course Wan'er is fine. My cultivation in the middle stage of Nascent Soul is already beyond normal. Husband, there is no need to worry about me." In addition to the indifferent smile on Wan'er's face, there was also a trace of the mischievousness when the two met in the imperial garden.
The look on his face made him fall into memories of the past and couldn't extricate himself.
"Husband, husband, what are you thinking about? But I am worried about Wan'er's life and safety." This is a subtle understanding, which is a unique tacit understanding between the two people.
"The matter has come to this, and my husband has no hope of recovery. It's a pity that he can't be with Wan'er." Apart from reluctance, there was no other emotion in Zhao Shoushou's heart.
"Husband, don't talk about these hurtful topics. It's better to drink some spiritual wine and spiritual food with me quickly."
Soon, in the slightly bitter happiness between the two, time passed little by little, and this time Zhao Shoushou did not leave again.
The two of them were like a real mortal couple, rising from sunrise to sunset, admiring different scenery every day, which could be regarded as making up for their previous regrets.
Apart from the two of them, Zhao Ying'er was the only one in the entire Peiling Sect who was qualified to visit here occasionally. However, at this moment, this small cave became a special and independent existence like a small world.
In fact, based on his current level of cultivation, except for a few beings in the late stages of divine transformation, no monk can open the prohibition he has set.
What worries him the most is that he can clearly feel the flow of vitality in Wan'er's body every day, and the speed is getting faster and faster. In the face of the cycle of life and death, he has no room to intervene, and can only take some ineffective measures in vain.
That's all.
Of course, as a qualified monk in the middle stage of spiritual transformation, Zhao Shoushou is a genuine existence in the entire world of cultivation, so naturally he will not sit back and wait for death.
Even if she cannot extend her lifespan in this life, she still needs to lay a good foundation for her next life. She will not hesitate to pay a special price to create a soul-protecting seal using her own essence, blood, and mana as the medium.
According to records in some jade slips, the souls of monks protected by the soul-protecting seal will not suffer too much exploitation on the road to reincarnation, which can ensure the integrity of their souls to a certain extent.
Of course, Zhao Shoushou didn't know the specific effect, and there was no detailed description in the jade slips. Even so, he still carried out it firmly.
As spring goes and autumn comes, time passes. Year after year, the two people enjoy a happy life. The time of twenty years is just a fleeting moment. As time goes by, Wan'er is absolutely beautiful.
Her beautiful face is not obviously old, but her decayed aura is becoming more and more obvious. Obviously, she cannot wait any longer.