Chapter 4381 Good Wind Relies on Strength

good fortune? "

Leng Rushuang was stunned when he heard the words, and immediately said with some doubts: "Senior, please elaborate."

The white-haired ancestor nodded and replied, "The old man has a way to save Jian Wushuang, and that is to use the old man's blood as a guide to make him change his blood so that he will not destroy the hegemonic body when he awakens. Will tend to eternity, truly immortal, he will naturally be able to survive.

However, what this old man needs to remind you is that even if it is a hegemonic clansman with the bloodline of the hegemonic body in his body, it is only a 1 in 10,000 chance to wake up and not destroy the hegemonic body, not to mention that Jian Wushuang does not yet have the bloodline of the hegemonic body. , Just using the old man's blood as a guide, once he fails to awaken the hegemonic body, I am afraid that he will immediately fall. "

After speaking, the white-haired ancestor stopped talking, but stared at Leng Rushuang with piercing eyes.

He believes that he has done his best to accomplish this step, and the rest is left to Leng Rushuang to decide.

Leng Rushuang was in a daze when she heard the words, then took a deep breath and replied gratefully: "Thank you, senior, for your suggestion, but this matter is very important, I want to think about it first."

"It's natural."

The white-haired ancestor nodded and smiled slightly, then got up and left the ice cave, Ren Leng Rushuang weighed the pros and cons by himself.

After the white-haired ancestor left, the ice cave suddenly became silent.

Leng Rushuang stood beside Jian Wushuang, his thumb wiped off the thin frost on Jian Wushuang's face with gentle divine power, his expression blank.

She wanted Jian Wushuang to come back to life, but she was even more afraid that the secret technique would fail, and Jian Wushuang would fall directly and leave him.

Her heart, like swinging on a swing, rose and fell, with mixed flavors.

"Husband, what do you think I should do..."

Leng Rushuang muttered to himself, put his head on Jian Wushuang's chest, and listened to Jian Wushuang's weak heartbeat.

Time passed slowly, one day, two days, three days...

Since the white-haired ancestor came in and said these words that day, he has never stepped into the ice cave again.

The Overlord came in several times, wanted to say something several times, but was swallowed by him. In the end, he just watched Jian Wushuang silently for a while, and then left.

A year has passed.

In this forbidden area of ​​ice and snow, there is no night and day, it is always a vast expanse of white, and the concept of time cannot be distinguished.

Leng Rushuang is like a sculpture, forgetting to practice, forgetting to practice, so she just keeps beside Jian Wushuang.

She struggled in her heart. If she didn't use the secret method, Jian Wushuang would really leave him sooner or later. If she used the secret method, although Jian Wushuang might wake up, or even go further, there was a greater possibility. Lose your life.

Then, it is equivalent to killing her own close lover herself.

How can you bear this?

The time was spent thinking about it, until one day, when Leng Rushuang saw Jian Wushuang's hair slowly turning gray, she couldn't bear it any longer.

"Husband, I think if you could make your own choice, you would definitely choose to fight once?"

At this moment, Leng Rushuang remembered a lot of things, and remembered that Jian Wushuang fought for three thousand miles all by himself, and Yijian was once a millionaire.

Thinking of Jian Wushuang's countless counterattacks, he broke and stood up!

At this moment, the Libra in her heart finally tilted towards the side of 'secret art'.

"Husband, if you wake up, you will naturally be very happy, but if you fail to wake up and die, then I will be as cold as frost, but I will only die with you, so what's the fear?"

"Shangqiongbi falls to Huangquan, I'll accompany you as Leng Rushuang, and you won't regret it even if you die!"

There was a firmness in the cold and beautiful eyes, took a deep breath, and strode out of the ice cave.

Outside the ice cave, the white-haired ancestor was sitting in front of a thousand-zhang ice lake, holding a bamboo pole, and was quietly fishing.

Hearing Leng Rushuang's footsteps, the white-haired ancestor did not look back, and said lightly, "Girl, have you made a decision?"

Leng Rushuang nodded and said firmly: "I also ask the seniors to use their magical powers to save my husband!"

"You really don't regret it?"

"not regret!"

"good."

A smile appeared on the face of the white-haired ancestor, shaking the fishing rod, got up and stood up.

"Then... let's get started."

The white-haired ancestor strode into the ice cave, followed by Bawang and Leng Rushuang.

"You don't need to come in, just wait for the old man outside."

Overlord and Leng Rushuang glanced at each other, then stopped.

The snowstorm outside the ice cave is getting bigger and bigger, and it has the potential to pour into the city.

Overlord and Leng Rushuang began to wait quietly.

Inside the ice cave.

The white-haired ancestor stood with his hands behind his back, glanced at Jian Wushuang lying on Wanzai Xuanbing, and muttered to himself:

"Good wind, by virtue of his strength, sent me to Qingyun. Little guy, this good fortune is for you, old man. Whether you can go straight to Qingyun depends on your own ability."

"Don't let the old man down."

Bang! ! !

In an instant, the white-haired ancestor was covered in golden light, and the white hair all over his body dissipated, revealing a burly and majestic body.

His eyes were like fire, his blood was strong, and his whole body was shining with golden light, like a golden-armored god of war who stepped out from the Nine Heavens.

next moment.

He pointed out his index finger and pressed it against Jian Wushuang's eyebrows.

A trace of dazzling golden blood broke out from his fingertips, entered Jian Wushuang's eyebrows, and was quickly absorbed.

As the blood of Bai Mao Ancestor's life was absorbed, Jian Wushuang's originally pale, bloodless face suddenly burst into a coquettish blush, and his gray hair turned black again.

On the other hand, the old white-haired ancestor's burly and tall body gradually became shriveled, and the aura that was originally bright like the sun gradually diminished.

How can it be done with a few drops of blood essence to seize the heaven and earth, reverse life and death, and reshape the origin of life?

The price that the white-haired ancestor has to pay is far more than what he told the overlord!

Time flies, the years are long, and in the blink of an eye, another few years have passed.

Click.

The door of the ice cave opened, and the white-haired ancestor walked out of the ice cave in one step.

"Girl, this old man has ten good fortune pills here. You swallow one for Jian Wushuang every few days. As for whether he can wake up or not, it depends on his good fortune."

The white-haired ancestor couldn't hide the tired look in his eyes, he waved his hand, took out a jade bottle, and said.

"Thank you, senior! The kindness of seniors, my husband and I will never forget it!"

Leng Rushuang was instantly overjoyed, and after taking the jade bottle, he kowtowed heavily towards the white-haired ancestor.

"There's no need for that."

The white-haired ancestor shook his head, then stepped forward and disappeared in front of them.

Leng Rushuang didn't say much, and hurriedly walked into the ice cave.

I saw Jian Wushuang lying on the ice bed, although still not awake, but the complexion on his face was no longer pale, but a little more rosy red.

Ten days later, Leng Rushuang took out a longan-sized pill from the jade bottle and carefully stuffed it into Jian Wushuang's mouth.

Then, she began to wait for Jian Wushuang's transformation.

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