No matter how anxious Gu Xian was, the condensation of the blood mist did not slow down at all.
During a few breaths, the blood outside Li Jiajia's body quickly condensed into substance at a speed visible to the naked eye, and from a distance it looked like a blood-colored dome.
It is like a spring silkworm sprouting silk, forming a blood-colored cocoon outside the body.
"Is this...good or bad?"
Looking at all this blankly, Gu Xian completely ignored any attention.
She could not get close to her and there was no other way, so she simply sat cross-legged and waited silently next to her.
Everything is caused by her, and no matter what, this matter must have a result.
I used to rush my way and resist the blood mist, and the energy in my body was consumed so much, so I rarely have some leisure time at this moment.
Therefore, the Gu Xian simply focused a little on Li Jiajia's situation, and then closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.
What she didn't know was that as the mental method was running, wisps of blood mist quietly floated over and merged into her body.
At the beginning, the blood mist was still wisp. As time passed, more and more mist was floating, one by one, one by one, and finally half of it was directly separated from the blood pool.
In this way, a layer of blood cocoon gradually condensed on the surface of Gu Xian's body, wrapping her completely like an eggshell.
The darkness fades away, and the morning sun is reborn.
When the first golden light sprinkled on the top of the mountain, the blood pool had stopped releasing blood mist and became calm and unwavering.
After looking closely, the blood in the pool was reduced by half.
There were two blood-colored orbs above and beside the pool, which reflected a bright red light under the light.
The deserted ridge, strange peaks, stone huts, blood eggs, and the extremely quiet environment form an extremely strange picture.
On this day, no one came to the God-Slaying Ridge to take risks, otherwise they would find that the blood miasma that had been floating in the mountains and forests had disappeared.
All kinds of strange formations were not opened. Except for the dark red color of the entire mountain, there was no difference between the normal mountains.
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The critical city, the heavy city at the connection between Xuanmen and the secular world, has always been controlled by the Xuanyi School.
Even though Xuandao Sect is now the lord of Xuanmen, the master here has not changed.
In the city lord's mansion and backyard, a team of guards were firmly guarding the surroundings, which seemed extremely tight.
However, the guards' expressions were bored and very lax.
"Oh, didn't I say that the new manager is really. In order to guard a woman from outside, is it as for letting us all stay here?"
Or after standing for a long time, one of the most burly guys moved a few steps and complained with dissatisfaction.
"Yes! It's too much of a problem. We are the elites in the city, and now we are like watchdogs!" Someone next to us agreed.
In Jing'ai's yard, as the two of them spoke, the others also spoke one after another.
"That's right, with our strength, it's enough for two people to stay here, so there is no need to be so strict!"
"The questions you mentioned are not important. In comparison, what is most difficult to understand is what that person is capable of being the head of the city lord's palace and has the right to mobilize our guard. Is the people above going to get into the brain?
Is it watery?"
"Indeed! A mere internal strength realm, and a broken arm is simply a waste. The key is that the untouchables from the outside are not qualified to be in the position of the general manager!"
"Shh, please be careful when you speak. That person has a lot to do with the Gu family. It is said that being the supervisor is also the meaning of Lord Gu Junlin! Don't complain, so as not to cause trouble. If you can, just bear it!"