Chapter 355

"I've seen a lot of dead people, so my judgment can't be wrong."

Guo Dong looked at him and said, "You are really going to die."

Jing Jiu said, "I know."

He was seriously injured, his viscera were completely broken, and his blood was gone. Even the most precious panacea would be difficult to save, unless he could get an immortal talisman.

Guo Dong said: "Before you die, can you tell me who you are?"

Jing Jiu said, "You have seen me."

Guo Dong said: "Even if you are Jingyang's reincarnated disciple, you can't be this powerful."

Being able to take her to escape from the sword of the Sword God of the West Sea is not something that the so-called young geniuses can do.

If this matter gets out, it will inevitably shake the entire Chaotian Continent, or no one will believe it.

Guo Dong couldn't believe that he was just that Qingshan disciple named Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu didn't answer her question.

Due to the excessive blood loss, his face has no color at all, but his eyebrows and eyes are still so perfect, and he looks more and more unreal, like a jade carving.

When the Sword God of the West Sea was lying in the sea, he also had a similar feeling.

"I suggest you turn into a sword ghost. You may still lose your mind in the end, but you can always live longer."

The winter proposal seems simple, but it reveals that her knowledge and attainments in Taoism are unimaginable.

Jing Jiu had no way to turn himself into a sword ghost again, so he had to use other methods if he wanted to survive, so he said, "Lend me your thread."

Hearing this sentence, Guo Dong's eyes were slightly cold, and he asked, "Who are you?"

Jing Jiu still didn't answer, and slowly raised his right hand and extended his index finger.

Guo Dong watched him silent for a moment, then stretched out a finger.

Two fingers meet in the sea breeze.

One touch and instant.

But can't really tell the difference.

An extremely thin, sticky thread appeared between the two fingers that were gradually separating.

This thin silk thread is transparent, condenses with the wind, moves slightly against the wind, and appears extremely tough.

Under the sunlight, the silk thread shone like gold and jade, but very light.

Filaments are emerging from winterized fingertips.

The picture looks like a spring silkworm spinning silk.

The black iron sword appeared, hanging quietly on the beach, just where the two shoulders touched.

Jing Jiu glued the extremely thin wire to the blade of the iron sword.

The iron sword brought the thread to his abdomen, trembling slightly.

Overwinter didn't understand what he was doing.

The iron sword actually moved within a very small range, but because the speed was too fast, it seemed to be trembling.

Not long after, the iron sword brought the extremely thin wire to another place in Jing Jiu's abdomen.

"I'm sewing the flesh on my back, and at the moment I'm patching the break in the vertebrae."

Jing Jiu explained.

I can't sit up in the winter, I can't see the picture there, I just think this thing is too absurd.

If this was the case, she would feel even more weird that her silk silk was sewn into her body by this man.

Celestial silk is the thinnest and toughest thread in the world, perfect for suturing wounds.

It's just that no one can find so many silks except for the winter and the current Baizao.

The iron sword moved at high speed in Jing Jiu's abdomen with the silk, stitching continuously.

After dozens of breaths, the gap on the vertebrae was repaired, the iron sword moved to another place, and began to sew up the internal organs.

Of course, it is not only the internal organs that need to be sutured, but also the mucous membranes and blood vessels on the surface, which require more precision and detail.

But the speed of the iron sword did not slow down, on the contrary, it was faster, bringing out afterimages.

"Why does it feel faster?" Guo Dong asked.

Jing Jiu said: "Repairing the bone seems simple, but it is actually troublesome. The gray-white fibers inside are very thin, while my bone is very hard."

Guo Dong said, "Have you done similar things before?"

Jing Jiu said, "I've studied it."

While they were talking, Iron Sword sewed up two severed intestines, and began to sew up others.

After the internal organs are sutured, the muscles and finally the skin.

The sea breeze is blowing the setting sun, and time is passing by.

After an unknown amount of time, the iron sword stopped trembling and hung quietly in front of the two of them.

The celestial silk, like gold and jade, breaks with the wind and is collected into the fingertips.

Guo Dong looked at his abdomen, and found that it was smooth as usual, but there was a very thin line of blood, and no other problems could be seen.

"You should be a doctor with this skill."

Jing Jiu said, "The main reason is that Xilai's sword is fast enough."

The sword light from more than ten miles away was too sharp, that's why the wound was so smooth.

If the wound is in a mess, like this beach, it will be a lot of trouble to deal with.

Of course, there are very few things in this world that can cut off his body.

Guo Dong noticed that he directly called the Sword God of the West Sea as Xi Lai.

There are already too many such problems.

"Is that all right?" she asked.

Jing Jiu said, "No, it's just stitched together. It will take a long time for them to grow by themselves, but I won't die."

Guo Dong said: "Then, now it's my turn to die."

What she suffered was not an external injury, but a fatal internal injury.

In order to ensure that she could kill the Sword God of the West Sea, she was very close to him when she shot, so the damage she suffered was naturally extremely heavy.

The sword of Xihai Sword God directly severed three of her Dao veins.

At this time, her body seemed to be intact, but in fact, she was completely unable to move from the neck down, like a paralyzed patient, and her vitality was gradually dissipating.

Even if Jing Jiu's iron sword can heal the slightest wound, it can't heal her wound.

"You will not die."

After Jing Jiu said this sentence, he felt that this scene and this conversation seemed to have happened before.

Years ago, or hundreds of years ago.

Guo Dong glanced at him and said, "Really?"

After saying this, she closed her eyes and began to rest.

The setting sun is more slanting, the sunset is more colorful, and the sea seems to be burning. More and more dead fish floated from a distance, attracting more seabirds, which kept falling to the sea surface, and then flew up again, making loud noises. From a distance, it looked like countless sparks.

Jing Jiu turned to look at her face.

The closed eyes are like two lines, the eyelashes that are neither long nor short are more lines, the mouth is a line, and the bridge of the nose is also a line.

This is an ordinary face, not the same as her before.

Back then, she could not be said to be peerlessly beautiful, but she was eye-catching. Whether she was in the mountains and rivers of Montenegro, or in the bustling world, she could be remembered with just one glance.

However, no matter who she is, he has never understood him anyway, just like she should have never understood him.

"Your realm is not as good as the current me, but you want to kill Xilai. What are you thinking? You have been stagnant in the sky-reaching realm for hundreds of years, and you have never been able to break through. After I ascended, you finally decided to use the most dangerous method in order to break out of the cocoon and transform into a new life... Then why do you still live like before, delaying your own practice for these unimportant things, wasting your time, and even sacrificing your life? Pei Baifa is running out of time, how about you?"

Jing Jiu looked at her face and thought about these questions.

As night fell, the sky was full of stars, illuminating the beach.

Guo Dong opened his eyes, reflecting the starlight, very bright.

The stars in the water are the stars in the sky.

What is the person in front of me?

She quietly looked at Jing Jiu without saying a word.

Jing Jiu didn't say anything either, he thought it was very good, unlike many years ago, she kept talking about things, which was very annoying.

I don't know how long it has passed, Guo Dong's eyelashes moved slightly, and said, "You said that I would not die."

Jing Jiu said, "Yes."

Guo Dong said: "Then why do I feel like you are looking at a dead person?"

Or someone who should be dead.

The corners of Jing Jiu's lips curled up slowly, forming a beautiful arc, and he answered with a polite smile.

"Your face is indeed beautiful, but don't use it as a weapon against me. The concept of good looks is just a choice for better bloodlines in the continuation of life..."

Guo Dong said: "And I'm not interested in these things."

Jing Jiu thought what she said was very reasonable, but he was not interested.

He didn't like to listen to reason, and he didn't like to reason, so he only said something to Zhao Layue.

Moreover, he had heard Dong say similar truths many years ago, and those were annoying memories that he wanted to forget.

He just wanted to see her, and was not ready to meet her. Unexpectedly, the situation forced him to meet her, and the distance was so close, right in front of his eyes.

what to do? Jing Jiu immediately closed his eyes.

Guo Dong didn't expect him to have such a reaction.

Looking at Jing Jiu's face, she suddenly came to a conclusion.

——Although I am not interested in those things, a good-looking face is indeed more pleasant than an ugly face.

Neither Dao Xin nor Zen will completely obliterate those things in the deepest part of life. Wangqing is not ruthless, otherwise it will become inhuman.

She understood this truth better than anyone else, so she could easily accept it, so she just looked at Jing Jiu's face for a long time.

The stars are quiet and quiet, never moving, but changing light and dark with time, and when the morning light is getting stronger, they quietly disappear.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes and woke up.

He observed himself with his sword awareness, and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the stitched internal organs in his body.

Then he looked at the tip of his toe, tried to move it, and found that the thumb of his right foot could bounce automatically.

Overnight, those gray strands in the vertebrae finally connected, and that was the most important thing.

He slowly retracted his right leg, his movements were slow and clumsy, very stiff, like a puppet imitating a human being.

His right leg was bent, and the sole of his foot stepped on the sand. He turned around slowly, lowered his palms to support his body, and then got up inch by inch.

His movements are so slow, the picture seems to be slowed down dozens of times.

Guo Dong said: "You are like a chameleon."

Jing Jiu ignored her, and continued to focus on his movements until finally he became a sitting position.

This simple action made his face paler and he frowned slightly.

It must be the most extreme pain to change his expression.

When suturing the wound yesterday, he used the Zen skills of Guocheng Temple to seal his six senses.

Back then when he broke through to the Chengyi realm at the top of Shenmo Peak, he encountered a thunderstorm, and he used this method to avoid being stunned by the thunder.

But closing the six senses will have a serious impact on the repair and regeneration of internal organs, muscles, and even meridians.

If Jing Jiu wanted to recover as soon as possible, he had no choice but to give up and go on with his will.

Fortunately, such things as will, he never lacked.

He took a deep breath of the slightly salty sea breeze, confirmed that the sutures of the internal organs were not broken, and his complexion improved a little. He put his palm on the winter hair and stroked it twice.

Guo Dong opened his eyes wide and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Jing Jiu raised his palm.

Countless extremely thin silk threads were pulled out by his palm, floating softly in the sea breeze, shining with a beautiful luster.

These silk threads are also silkworm silk, but he doesn't know how he can pull them out of his winter body.

"You like to run around, so tie you up first."

Jing Jiu wrapped the celestial silk in his hand around his winter body, like wrapping a cloth.

Guo Dong naturally knew that he didn't mean that, and said: "I heard that you used this method to save Bai Zao in the snow field back then."

Jing Jiu said, "Yes, but it won't save you."

The realm of the Sword God of the West Sea is countless times higher than that of Luo Huainan who attacked Bai Zao.

Winter's injury is also countless times heavier than Bai Zao's back then.

The secret method of quiet practice of Tianshen Cocoon and Shuiyue Temple can only stabilize her injury, but it can't cure it.

Guo Dong stared into his eyes and said, "Who are you? Jingyang actually left you all the ancient Danzhu scriptures... Are you the descendant of him and Nan Wang?"

Jing Jiu thought to himself that it was still such a trouble, so he shouldn't have come. Naturally, he would not answer her words, he lowered his head and continued to wrap the silk thread around her body, the wrapping became thicker and thicker, and the position was higher and higher, past the chest and neck, it was about to reach the face.

"If you want to gag me by the way, you can try."

Guo Dong's eyes became calm and terrifying.

She didn't have the mantra of disciple Qingshan, and her tone was very indifferent.

But she definitely has a place among the top three in the history of Chaotian Continent with the most murders by hand, so her threat must be more real and powerful.

Jing Jiu thought about it, changed his original plan, and wrapped the silk silk around her face.

Not long after, a large cocoon appeared on the beach.

The winter face is exposed, like a baby in a swaddle.

so cute.

Jing Jiu wrapped the silk silk back around her waist, tied a buckle there, and tied the other end to his wrist, then called out the iron sword and stood up with difficulty.

His face was pale again, and his brows were furrowed.

He carried the winter bag and walked to the woods behind the beach.

More precisely, not walking, but moving.

Fortunately, the position of the thread is very precise, and the balance of the cocoon is perfect, which does not affect walking.

In the evening, he finally walked out of the woods.

About two or three miles away.

The newly changed commoner clothes were once again wet with seeping blood.

Jing Jiu had already adapted to this level of pain, and he no longer frowned, but the speed couldn't be increased.

At this time, he couldn't even control a sword, let alone use the Nether Immortal Sword, so he could only move his body slowly with his own feet.

Outside the woods is a dirt road, rough and uneven, the wheels and hoof marks have faded, and it seems that there are few people on weekdays.

Jing Jiu carried Guo Dong and walked slowly into the distance.

He remembered the journey when Liu Shisui and Liu Shisui left the small mountain village and returned to Qingshan with Mo Shi, and he didn't understand why he felt that walking was very good at that time.

Then he began to miss the Gu family's carriage.