Chapter 89 "Chirp." The little beast blinked at Fang Yan quickly, and violent and chaotic red thunder and lightning suddenly appeared all over his body.
"Crackling." The sound was extremely harsh in this dark space.
"Shuashua~~~"
The overwhelming invisible sword blades came to them in an instant, and lightning flashed around the little beast, frantically fighting against the twisted sword blades.
The sound of "pop~~pop" kept coming, and the sword blades emerged one after another. Even with lightning protection, the little beast's young body inevitably had several deep scars, and red blood flowed out. It hurt.
The little beast kept screaming.
The tight lightning grid outside Yun Zifeng was also cut with several gaps by the sword blade, which strangled Yun Zifeng mercilessly.
Although the little beast was resisting the strangulation of the sword, it did not stop with Yun Zifeng's figure. It was blocked by the strangulation of the sword. It took dozens of breaths to reach the distance of less than a foot.
When I got closer, the little beast had dozens of deep blood marks all over its body, and its purple hair was almost dyed blood red.
"Qiuqiu, come back! Leave it alone!" Fang Yan shouted anxiously, wishing he could bear the danger on behalf of the little beast.
"Chirp chirp." The little beast yelled again, swung its claws violently, and Yun Zifeng's body instantly flew towards the light barrier, and fell heavily into the light barrier without any accident.
At the same time, the little beast was cut by a sword blade again, and cried out in pain. Now that Yun Zifeng was no longer burdened, the little beast felt much more relaxed and became angry. Instead of retreating, he advanced forward, shouting "chirp" in his voice.
Showing its extreme anger.
His claws were waving wildly, and red lightning appeared out of thin air everywhere, competing with what seemed like an endless barrage of swordsmen.
"Qiuqiu, come back, stop playing!" Fang Yan sighed heavily when he saw the little beast's appearance.
When the little beast heard Fang Yan's words, he grinned and made several gestures at the sword blades that continued to strangle from all directions, and then quickly returned to the light shield unwillingly.
"Little guy, don't take such risks next time." Fang Yan quickly picked up the little beast and looked at the wounds on its body, his eyes full of heartache. This is the little beast. Not only did he save himself again today, but he also saved himself for himself.
He dared to fight like this just because of his words, and he would never be able to repay what he owed it.
The little beast suddenly looked at Fang Yan with big eyes and nodded obediently, then pointed angrily at the sword blade outside that was still wreaking havoc on the light shield and screamed "chirp".
"How can you compete with those killing swords derived from formation patterns? You won't be able to destroy them even if you are exhausted." Fang Yan patted the little beast's head dotingly. Then he looked at its wounds and said softly, "It hurts."
Yes, little one."
The little beast nodded repeatedly with a sad face, and then it seemed to have thought of something. It scratched a few times in the void, and several medicinal herbs magically appeared in its little paws, all of which were ordinary for hundreds of years.
"Chirp chirp." The little beast handed a few strains to Fang Yan, and drank a few of them himself with relish.
"Haha." Fang Yan gently touched its head, stood up, walked to the unconscious Yun Zifeng, and stuffed a medicinal herb into his mouth.
"Boom~~Boom~~"
The fluctuations in the space and the sword blade were still bombarding the transparent light mask. The spatial fluctuations had never stopped bombarding the transparent light mask. It was just that Fang Yan was so anxious that the little beast didn't pay attention.
Now that everything is safe, Fang Yan can't help but start to worry about the hardness of the transparent mask.
"Little guy, the light shield transformed from your stone shell will not be broken, right?" Fang Yan asked worriedly, "As long as you can hold on for a while and wait until the formation pattern slowly subsides, it will be fine." Fang Yan continued.
He said, as long as no one touches it, this formation will slowly stop.
The little beast looked outside, with a disinterested expression on his face, then gave Fang Yan a proud shout and nodded his head several times.
Fang Yan felt relieved, "I really have you, little guy. If it weren't for you today, I'm afraid we would have died here. You saved me again, haha." Fang Yan picked up the little beast and said.
The little beast became even more proud. He stretched out his paw and patted Fang Yan's head, which had long black hair.
Fang Yan smiled softly, took the herbs in his hand and began to meditate to recover. The internal organs in the body had been dislocated, and there were even slight cracks in several places. Fortunately, they were protected by the battle blood and were not broken.
This array pattern was simply too terrifying. Compared with the bombardment from the strong ones, it was definitely no more concessions. I didn't even have any room to resist, and I was almost killed by the continuous bombardment in one go.
Is this really a pattern laid out thousands of years ago? It can still have such power after such a long time. I really can’t imagine what level the person who laid this thing has reached. Could it be that this is really a saint?
Burial tomb?
At this time, Fang Yan no longer dared to think about the herb that was not known to be a fairy. Given the level of danger, the most important thing was whether he could escape with his life saved.
I don't know how long it took in this dark space, but the fluctuations and sword blades outside slowly disappeared.
With Zhan Xue's overbearing repair ability and the addition of a few meager herbs, Fang Yan's injuries were almost healed. The little beast's recovery ability was also terrifying, and all the dozens of deep wounds on its body were healed, and again
Became lively and lively.
Yun Zifeng also woke up, but he was unable to compare with Fang Yan's little beast. Although he was not that weak now, he was still far from being fully recovered.
"I owe you a life!" Yun Zifeng said in a still cold voice.
"Don't talk so much now, think about how to get out for real." Fang Yan hugged the little beast and said slowly.
"No matter what, you saved my life, Yun Zifeng." Yun Zifeng said stubbornly.
"It's up to you. Hey~ I really don't know what to do now. I can't advance and retreat, and I can't retreat and retreat. There may be formation patterns everywhere." Fang Yan sighed.
"Let me go out for testing first, and you stay here first. If I die, I will give you my life back." Yun Zifeng stood up coldly and started to walk outside.
"You'd better sit down and recover from your injuries first. No one wants you to die. Don't be too reckless. It's better to think of a way first. At least it's safe here." Fang Yan said calmly to Yun Zifeng's back.
"I don't know what else to do besides this!" Yun Zifeng stopped and said.
"Recover when I tell you to. If you really go out and touch the formation pattern, there will be another violent bombardment. No one knows how long the little guy's stone shell can last." Fang Yan said solemnly.
Yun Zifeng thought for a while and said nothing. He sat down silently and began to recover.
"Little guy, weren't you able to see through their mountain-protecting formation in Yanyang Sect last time? Can you see through it here?" Fang Yan suddenly thought of that time in Yanyang Sect and asked to the little beast in his arms.
The little beast turned his head and looked around, with a red light flashing in his eyes. After a long time, the red light in the little beast's eyes disappeared. He drooped his head and shook his head angrily at Fang Yan, with a look of disappointment on his little face.
Fang Yan sighed inwardly, asking the little guy to see through the formation pattern that maybe the saint had laid was too much. After all, the difference in realm was too big.
"Little guy, don't be sad. It's not your fault. You are already very powerful. If it weren't for you, we would all be dead. Don't be sad. Haha." Fang Yan rubbed the little beast's head and looked at its listless little face.
Face comforted.
The little beast lowered his head and said nothing, and grabbed a few herbs with his claws and gnawed them vigorously to show his anger...
"Hey~ Are we really going to be trapped here? If we really can't think of a good way, we will have to try desperately." Fang Yan thought to himself.
In this dark place, I don’t know how much time has passed. Yun Zifeng’s injury has almost improved. Together with Fang Yan and the little beast, Yun Zifeng racked his brains and couldn’t come up with any good ideas in a short period of time. Yun Zifeng
He tried to risk his life several times but was stopped by Fang Yan.
"If I can get out alive, I will leave my life to you." Yun Zifeng said calmly.
"You've said this seven or eight times. Are you annoyed or not? No one asked you for your life. I saved you simply because I didn't want to see you die. It's that simple. Besides, I want to thank you, little guy." Fang Yan didn't.
Good spirited way.
"I owe you this matter. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be here, let alone accompany me to this end. What's more, you saved my life in that situation. I
This life should be yours." Yun Zifeng said stubbornly.
"I'm too lazy to care about you! You can do whatever you want." Fang Yan really has nothing to say. The two of them have had this kind of conversation several times in a short period of time. I really don't understand how cold he is.
Why have people become so wordy now?
"Don't worry, I will definitely do what I said!" Yun Zifeng said coldly, and after speaking, he walked aside and began to practice.
When Fang Yan heard this, he really wanted to go up and give him a few kicks, and asked him to think of a solution, but he just talked nonsense, and now he went directly to practice. Fang Yan had no choice but to think slowly by himself, pointing at his
It’s probably impossible for an inexperienced person to come up with any good ideas.
Fang Yan frowned, his black and white eyes turned slightly, and suddenly he seemed to have thought of something.