My Fairy Fiancee

"Crack, crack..."

The light was all absorbed by the connection between the arm and the hilt, and the whole space turned dark again.

Zhao Yi touched his arm and found that it had merged with the long sword.

"Puff, puff..."

At this moment, Zhao Yi felt his heartbeat again. He immediately retracted his hand and touched his chest, but he did not feel any beating.

He immediately put his hand back and touched the entire black long sword. When his palm touched the eyes of the black sword, he felt an obvious beating.

This strange scene did not cause panic in his heart, but made him feel a very intimate feeling, as if he had really merged into one. Every time Cheng Jian's eyes beat, he could feel the blood in his body begin to boil and heat up.

It was because of this feeling that the violent power in his body suddenly began to increase rapidly. He suddenly wanted to go crazy. No matter what was around, he just wanted to chop it, even if it was air.

As the violent power in his body increased rapidly, his breathing also began to speed up, and every muscle in his body was filled with blood, as if he would explode if he didn't use up his power.

"Hu, hu, hu..."

At the beginning, his breathing was still like this, but later, his breathing directly became: "Ha, hu..."

Every breath was like saliva stuck in his throat.

Although every breath he took in the sea was seawater, the miracle was that his lungs did not change at all, and there was still no reaction, as if he was dead.

He realized that there might be danger, but his body subconsciously told him that it was okay. He didn't know what to do, so he tried to lift up his broken arm.

That is, with this lift, the long sword also rose up, and in an instant, he felt that the violent blood in his body began to calm down a little. He continued to lift it up and directly pulled the entire long sword out of the tripod.

He paused for two seconds, the boiling blood in his body began to calm down, his heart stopped beating, the temperature of his blood returned to normal, and his body seemed to be dead again.

Strange, everything that happened was very strange.

He inserted the long sword into the cauldron again, and his blood began to boil again in an instant.

He immediately pulled out the long sword, squatted down and touched the things in the cauldron, which were all soil.

"There is something underneath."

He dragged the arm that was integrated with the long sword, and the other hand began to dig down. Just after grabbing two handfuls of soil, he felt that he had dug something hard.

The moment he touched this hard thing, his blood boiled and violently as before.

"It would be great if there was something to prove it..."

He withdrew his hand and thought about it. He now had a strange power again, so it shouldn't be difficult to try to get a little light.

Just as he was thinking about it, the black long sword in the broken arm began to emit purple light, once again illuminating everything around.

He was very surprised, but did not explore the purple light. Instead, he squatted down and looked at the things buried in the soil in the cauldron.

This is a white stone slab, very smooth.

He began to dig all the soil in the tripod until he dug to the end, and then he found that this thing had two chains that could be pulled apart.

What was inside? He wanted to know, so he began to pull the chain against the boiling blood.

As the chain was pulled, the white stone slab began to rise up, and there was also a white stone slab inside, and nothing else could be seen.

It was not until he pulled up the entire white stone slab that he found that there was only a piece of paper lying inside. The paper was very large, five meters wide, and it was filled with dense words.

He jumped down and touched the paper with his palm very carefully.

But no matter how cautious he was, he still had to touch it.

"Snap!"

At the moment when his fingertips touched the edge of the paper, his fingers and the edge of the paper suddenly emitted a little electric spark, and then Zhao Yi's expression became sluggish.

He became like a statue standing there, motionless. After a long time, the words on the paper began to move, as if alive, crawling towards his arm little by little.

The words crawled from his arm to his back, and were arranged very neatly, as if they were cut from a piece of paper.

Until all the words on the paper disappeared, his dull eyes slowly regained their spirit.

"Shattered?"

He murmured.

"The name of this technique?"

He stood up and began to touch the white stone slab with his palm again. This time he did not feel the boiling and violent blood, just like touching an ordinary stone slab.

"That feeling is all from these words?"

He pondered for a while, and began to look for something around the tripod, but now the sense of attraction in his heart has disappeared.

"Is it this technique that is calling me?"

Zhao Yi was very confused. Although he did not understand the things in this technique, and the name of the Communist Party was not domineering at all, this technique seemed to be a little too powerful.

The above is about some things about shattered space. I don’t know if this is a lie. After all, shattered space is simply too magical. It can be barely accepted in the world of cultivation, but it is really suspicious that it appears on the earth.

“Forget it, let’s go up first.”

Zhao Yi kicked his feet and rushed to the sea surface at a high speed. He felt that his current strength seemed a little too strong, too strong.

Where did this power come from? Was it from the black sword or those words? He didn’t know. It would take a long time to figure out these things first.

As he rushed to the sea surface, he felt that his broken arm had changed a little. He looked down and saw that the black sword in his broken arm had shrunk into his arm, and the broken part of the arm began to grow out.

The whole scene was like rebirth after the broken arm.

“We must figure out these things.”

When he rushed to the sea surface, it was already dark, and his arm had returned to normal.

The ability to attach to the air still did not disappear. He didn’t know why he could still float in the air without the help of spiritual energy? He only knew that he could fly if he wanted to, and land if he wanted to, and his body was under control very smoothly, just like walking normally.

He looked at his right arm, then at the ring on his left hand, and said to himself: "Maybe there really is a power in this world that can revive people... As long as I work hard to find it..."