When Long Aotian becomes a heartthrob

The endless territory is all scorched earth, and there are no living beings.

The eight divine bodies were suspended in the void, and the divine blood containing huge energy sprinkled around, every drop could cause the sea to boil and the mountains to collapse.

Then, the most precious drops of divine blood from the other six divine bodies poured into the body of Ji Lingheng in the middle one after another, nourishing his nearly collapsed primordial spirit with the power of divine blood.However, the primordial spirit has been completely annihilated, and even the heart of the true god has no way to return to heaven.

Qian Yang didn't know how long it took for Shen Mian to wake up. He had already completed his cultivation of the Nine Transformations Demon God Art, and his primordial spirit was reorganized in the long and endless years, and he was able to be reborn against the sky.

He opened his eyes, but saw six drops of crystal-clear and bright blood containing infinite power lingering around Ji Lingheng. It was futile to try to restore Ji Lingheng's primordial spirit.Qian Yang stood up precariously, hugged Ji Lingheng's body and remained silent for a long time, without knowing how long years had passed in the silence.

Qian Yang's heart was frozen and petrified in the endless waiting, and just when he decided to hold Ji Lingheng to sleep forever, he discovered that a spirit was quietly growing.He recognized Ji Lingheng's spirit immediately.After tens of thousands of years, Ji Lingheng's spirit grew again. Although it was so small and weak that it could be blown away with one breath, this small wisp of spirit gave Qianyang great hope.

He carefully took out the wisp of spirit and held it in his hand.After the wisp of spirit was taken out, Ji Lingheng's divine body petrified at a speed visible to the naked eye, and instantly disintegrated into dust.

The remaining six drops of divine blood were also taken away by Qian Yang.In order to protect Ji Lingheng's spirit and the six drops of divine blood, Qian Yang surrendered.He is like a golden dragon whose spine has been broken from it, and he is willing to put on a heavy chain.Countless chains hung down from the void, piercing through the body of the unresisting golden dragon and embedded in the keel.

Qian Yang exhausted his cultivation and lost his divine power, and fell into the endless magma hell from then on, never to get out again.

Everything is just to keep Ji Lingheng's spirit.

If not, when Ji Lingheng's spirit grows stronger and stronger, once it is discovered, it can only usher in another round of ruthless strangulation. How can the fragile spirit body resist the power enough to kill the true god?The result of Ji Lingheng's spirit body can only be to completely disappear in the world and become the nourishment of the world.

Qian Yang was willing to be bound and fell into the endless magma hell, just to avoid the enemy and let Ji Lingheng's spirit body recover.

In the boring and lonely magma sea area, time seems to lose its meaning, and there is nothing but the fiery red magma that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

Qian Yang's character has been tempered repeatedly in the daily torment. His temperament has become extremely irritable and moody, and he has become as cold as a rock.The only thing supporting and accompanying him was Ji Lingheng's faint spirit body.

The small spirit body is like a star reflected in the lake, often surrounding Qian Yang, shining with a faint light.At this time, the irritable or indifferent Qianyang will become softer than water, and he will hold the spirit carefully and show a murderous smile.Only at this time, the mature Qianyang will reveal the traces of his youth.

Later, those six drops of divine blood also gradually grew their own spirit body.The spirit body gradually grew stronger, and Qian Yang once again used his supernatural powers to send the seven spirits into reincarnation.

Qianyang's cultivation had been exhausted, but it gradually recovered in the tens of millions of years, but he was restrained and could no longer become a god.

It's hard for Ji Lingheng to imagine how these tens of millions of years have passed, staying in the eternal magma prison, not seeing the sunrise or sunset, waiting for that sporadic hope.

Ji Lingheng's eyes were sour, tears were pooling in his eyes, his throat was choked up and he couldn't say a word.He didn't understand where he was worthy of Qianyang's waiting, and being able to give so much.

The words blurted out, and Ji Lingheng saw Qianyang smiled slightly. This smile carried an eternal desolation, and the deep tenderness in his eyes remained unchanged: "You are worth it, because you are my partner, the one I swear to spend my whole life waiting for. Now When you come back, it proves that I didn't wait in vain."

This is the first time that the mature Qian Yang has spoken such straightforward words to Ji Lingheng.He is like the sun in winter, not warm, but deep.

His love for Ji Lingheng is a kind of great love. He doesn't ask for anything in return, and doesn't expect a response. He just gives silently. No matter when Ji Lingheng looks back, he will always be there.

The surrounding scene is changing. A round of red sun rises and slowly falls. The golden light falls on Qianyang's shoulders, reflecting Qianyang's broad back. He holds Ji Lingheng's hand and watches the sunrise and sunset overnight. Sunset.

It is only one month away from the Millennium Dream. Ji Lingheng's current cultivation base is already in the Nascent Soul Realm, and he is only a hair away from breaking through to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Realm. This speed of cultivation is terrifying, even for the first-class geniuses at that time. Gotta have that speed.

But in the outside world, over the holy mountains of the Western Regions, the situation was changing. The cloudless sky suddenly accumulated thick black clouds. This black cloud almost covered the entire sky, covering the entire huge mountain range and the land with a radius of hundreds of miles.In the black cloud of calamity as deep as ink, hundreds of millions of thick thunder dragons rolled and roared, the scene was horrifying, like annihilation of the world.

The sacred mountain of the Raksha tribe, all the faces and flowers all over the mountains and plains stopped laughing, shaking into waves in fright.The disciples of the Raksha clan who were directly under the cloud of calamity were all pale. It is unknown which master broke through and caused such a powerful thunder calamity.Even one thunderstorm is enough to destroy a small mountain. If so many thunderbolts fell, wouldn't they be able to directly destroy their holy mountain!

The author has something to say: Today is relatively short, tomorrow will be fatter.