Almighty

Yang Tian sat next to Yun'er, his mind sinking into her body, and he could perceive the place where Mr. Yuan grew up. At this time, there was a rush of suction to the source.

His eyes were frightened and uncertain, and he couldn't know for sure. If something happens, Yang Tian has no place to cry.

During these days of waiting, Yang Tian often remembered that when he was hit hard, he was deep in an icy space, and he could only wait for him without speaking.

That space is like a hell, and life is like years. How long can ordinary people last in this state? Will Yun'er give up the idea of ​​life and sleep forever?

At the beginning, Yang Tian relied on a tenacious will to persevere, but he did not sleep for a long time, and Yun'er has been asleep in Zulong Ring for several years.

Every day, he cultivates rhyme with the spirit of good fortune, just to let her have in that cold space, and there is a kind of dependence that accompanies her to persevere.

The longer time drags on, the less chance for Yun'er to wake up. If it is a long time, a person's heart will decline.

After hesitating for a long time, Yang Tian summoned the Nightmare Dragon and asked whether he could succeed.

"Although the origin is different from the past, it is hers that belongs to her after all. You can try it." The nightmare dragon nodded. The originator is here and can be absorbed.

With a hint of joy in his eyes, Yang Tian grinned and said: "Although the origin is very small, there is still a chance to wake up."

"This kind of hope is not great. You can only give her hope. How long it can last depends on her." Nightmare Dragon muttered, and his body slowly dispersed.

To put it bluntly, it is how deeply the two of them love each other. People living in two spaces, looking at each other every day, can they really wait until the day they meet?

Yun'er has no martial arts thoughts. She is a carefree girl in her own right. Let her hold on for countless years in that kind of cold space, perhaps only the relationship between the two.

Yang Xiao was able to sit for tens of thousands of years for martial arts, seeing the sun in the sky.

Waiting for thousands of years, just to meet one day, what a sad story.

"Hope of life..." Yang Tian murmured while clenching his fist. He somewhat understood why Yun'er fell asleep and often shed tears... It was sad that Yang Tian owed her too much.

"We will see each other eventually, not too far away." There was a look on the dumb face, Yang Tian muttered in his heart looking at the jade face.

At this time, Yang Tian walked over, looking at the fist-sized Zhi Yin Yuanyuan in his hand, and eagerly said: "I hope it has some effect..."

The Yuanyuan he clenched in his hand was thrown onto Yun'er's chest, and the fist-sized Zhiyin Yuanyuan bloomed in a beautiful glow, floating on Yun'er's delicate body, permeating a vitality, as if resonating with her body.

Under Yang Tian's nervous gaze, this group of Zhi Yin Yuan Yuan was directly pulled in by a suction force, his mind was tense, and his spirit power surged into it.

In the lonely and desolate sea of ​​rounds, there is a hazy air of good fortune, exuding life fluctuations, and it seems so warm in this cold space.

At this time, when a group of fist-sized yin source surged inside, the entire space trembled inexplicably, and a touch of yin fluctuations instantly spread throughout the space.

With a bang, the entire black hole burst out with a swallowing force. Under Yang Tian's surprised eyes, the black line that had been conceived by him for several years was growing.

"Successful..." Yang Tian was overjoyed, and his worries day and night were all let go.

Yang Tian now doesn't need to use the ordinary to complete chakra, as long as he takes back the source of the yin, he can resurrect Yun'er!

Now this goal is very close to Yang Tian. He has now stepped into the realm of Quasi-Emperor. With the addition of Secret Art and Spiritual Fusion, Yang Tian has a five-point confidence in killing the Demon Girl!

The fist-sized Zhiyin Origin, at this time, all merged with the weak line, and the speed visible to the naked eye returned to the origin of Yun'er.

A burst of vitality emerged, and vitality suddenly surged in the lonely and desolate sea of ​​rounds.

Vitality is permeated in the sea of ​​chakras, and the whole space becomes warm as it turns endlessly.

At this time, her body was radiant, and a vitality was born from Yun'er's round sea, and gradually gathered in the whole body, circulating in the limbs, very fast.

Looking at the rejuvenated body, Yang Tian was very happy. He kept scanning her whole body, and he could notice that the speed of recovery was very fast.

In the past, the precious medicine was used to nourish her delicate body, but the effect was not great. The pervasive vitality would not last long, but gradually dissipated.

Now it is different. This energy is born from the sea of ​​chakras, and this vitality will not dissipate.

After the tea ceremony, this vitality gradually stabilized, and Yang Tian looked at the rejuvenated woman with an urge to weep.

He kept waiting, very nervous, until Yun'er's eyelids were slightly shaking, Yang Tian's heart was lifted.

"Are you going to wake up?" Yang Tian was extremely nervous, her eyelashes trembling lightly, it could be seen that she was struggling wildly.

Her face was like jade, her eyebrows were curving, her red lips were plump, and her white and crystal cheeks were glowing with a glow, and a painful expression was surging at this moment.

When he noticed that Yun'er opened a thread of eyelids, and his palms held Yun'er's jade hands tightly, Yang Tian could see that Yun'er's bright eyes were very dim.

The corners of Yun'er's mouth moved slightly, and a trace of regret surged on her cheeks, and she uttered an unsearchable voice: "Brother Yang Tian, ​​it's cold..."

"It's okay Yun'er, I'll get better soon... soon!" Holding her jade hand tightly, Yang Tian roared out. After waiting for several years, she was finally able to speak, regained her sanity, and stopped. It looks like a living dead.

For countless years, Yuner's tunes have been rolled in a lonely and icy world, where there is no sunshine and no vitality, and there is a cold atmosphere everywhere.

For countless years, every day a gentle energy nourished her cold body, which allowed her to survive in that ice cave.

There was darkness everywhere, and the whole body was cold. Yun'er wanted to fall asleep forever, but a voice in her heart kept telling him. Can't sleep, someone is still waiting for you!

Countless years of waiting, relying on memories to survive every day. Every day she arranges a dream in her heart, and then wakes up, she walks out of each dream, all arranged by her hands, she does not want to forget all of this.

In that dark space, Yun'er didn't know how long she had been waiting for. She couldn't see or touch anything, she was very cold.

In her heart, this is hell, and she cannot bear to look back.

The daily beauty of good fortune, let her breathe, this is her hope, the shattering of countless dreams makes her mind more determined, it can be said that it is difficult to shake her inner attachment!

For a while, Yun'er felt warm all over her body. The moment she opened her eyes, it was so real, not like a dream.

Yang Tian's eyes turned red, and looking at the desire surging in her eyes, Yang Tian held her hands tightly, and had a lot to say, but he didn't know where to start.

A lot of words are stuck in his throat, Yang Tian looked at her in pain, his heart was blocked with too much sadness, this girl suffered too much...

Yun'er wanted to touch the scene in front of her with her hand, but she didn't have any strength on her body. Taking Tao Shenxia abruptly dispersed, she has returned to that icy space again.

Yun'er's arms are green with her legs, she curls up together, her bright eyes are very secretive, but there is a hint of life.

It was different here. She felt a warm current flowing around her body, and her whole body was so cold.

"Brother Yang Tian, ​​I will wait for you... Yun'er will wait for you until she gets old..." Her tone was soft and firm. In this cold and dead void, a woman curled up and waited alone. Then, a poignant picture...