Chapter 213 The Buddha is busy!

Chapter 213 The Buddha is Busy!

From hell to heaven, for Zhao Yi, it was almost in an instant.

First, the Chaos Storm was coming on strong .
Zhao Yi looked at the suffocating black lightning storm and didn’t even dare to let Zhao’s ancestors enter the Small World to share the robbing thunder anymore.

Because that wasn’t sharing, it was sending them to their deaths.

Although Zhao Yi often pitted those old ancestors, he wasn’t heartless enough to push them into the fire pit.

The main thing was that it was useless even if they piled everyone in.

Zhao Yi believed that the Spirit World’s Divine Soul Split must have already estimated the situation.

Zhao Yi believed that but whenever the Old Ancestors could be of any use, the divine Soul Split wouldn’t let them go.

The judgment of the Divine Soul Split was that taking the Old Ancestors into the Small World wouldn’t solve the problem.

Instead of sending them to their deaths for nothing, it would be better to take the risk of throwing that mysterious person in.

The final result proved that the divine Soul Split had gambled correctly.

That mysterious person really resisted the full force of the Chaos Storm’s certain death, buying Zhao Yi precious breathing time.

Then, it was the True Dragon.

Zhao Yi thought about it a lot, but he still wasn’t sure why True Dragon wanted to kill him.

And the moment it did, it was a deadly killing move.

Of course, Zhao Yi guessed that the True Dragon might not really want to kill him either.

It might be testing.

After all, Zhao Yi’s most likely “Ancient”, which was being hunted down by the True Dragon, was in his Divine Consciousness World.

Even if the True Dragon was stronger, it couldn’t have directly probed into Zhao Yi’s sea of consciousness.

It was just that compared to the True Dragon, Zhao Yi’s strength was too weak.

One bite of the True Dragon’s spit nearly killed him.

But it was too late to talk about that now.

It didn’t matter what the True Dragon had planned before.

Ever since the moment Zhao Yi sent the True Dragon into the small world to resist the robbing thunder.

Zhao Yi had already offended the True Dragon to death.

If the True Dragon didn’t die, he would have to die!
“Hiss!”

Zhao Yi suddenly sucked in a breath of cool air.

Zhao Yi looked down to see Yao Qing’s two hands covered in blood, looking at Zhao Yi’s wounds in tears.

“What’s wrong?” Zhao Yi asked as he grimaced in pain.

Yao Qing’s eyes were already swollen from crying.

Hearing Zhao Yi’s words, she choked and said with a sobbing voice, “I’m useless, I can’t stuff it in”

“What can’t be stuffed?” Zhao Yi was stunned by her words.

Yao Qing instantly couldn’t hold back any longer and bawled, “Your intestines are broken, how can you not stuff it in .”

Hmm?
Zhao Yi looked down.

Sure enough.

His intestines had indeed broken off several times, flowing from the wound in his belly to the outside of his stomach.

When Zhao Yi looked over, he only saw black, white, yellow, and red all sorts of messes mixed into one, just like paste, looking disgusting.

Yao Qing had just tried to connect these broken intestines, but those intestines were as slippery as loaches as if they were alive.

She couldn’t get hold of them and couldn’t stuff them in.

As she spoke at this moment, she once again reached out her hand.

It was like she wouldn’t die and had to stuff all those intestines into Zhao Yi’s stomach.

“Alright.”

Zhao Yi hurriedly stopped Yao Qing.

Yao Qing didn’t stuff his intestines back into his stomach and that was that.

Every time she moved, Zhao Yi hurt.

Zhao Yi had almost been split up by the True Dragon just now, but he didn’t suffer as much as he did now.

“Don’t bother!”

Zhao Yi sucked in a breath of cool air in pain and gritted his teeth, “My flesh is much stronger than the average cultivator, so as long as I don’t die directly on the spot, then I can’t die.”

At this time, Linglong found the wound medicine and prepared to put it on Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi raised her hand and stopped her.

Zhao Yi gritted his teeth and said to the two, “You guys find a safe place to hide, I’ll go somewhere else to heal my wounds.”

Zhao Yi was extremely injured.

If he hadn’t majored in physical body, that spit of the True Dragon’s would have almost cut him down at the waist.

Although he didn’t die, his serious injuries wouldn’t heal for a while.

Therefore, Zhao Yi thought of the Small World. When the Chaos Storm bombarded the Small World, the Chaos Qi would decompose some special substances.

The most notable of them was aura.

The spiritual lakes, spiritual medicines, spiritual fruits, and spiritual mines in the small world were produced after the chaos qi decomposed.

In addition to aura, there was also an unknown mysterious substance.

Although Zhao Yi couldn’t be sure what that thing was, the Purple Gold Divine Dragon was able to successfully transform into a form relying on that thing.

It was that unknown thing that Zhao Yi wanted to find.

Zhao Yi’s injuries were extremely serious, and if he followed the usual methods of healing, it might take a year and a half to recover.

But if he found that mysterious thing, Zhao Yi was sure that he would recover in the shortest time possible.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yi no longer hesitated, and with a movement of his body, he directly disappeared in the same place.

It was the first time Yao Qing had seen Zhao Yi open the Small World, and she immediately stared in shock: “How did Your Highness disappear?”

Linglong waved her hand, signaling her not to speak, then followed Zhao Yi’s earlier example, leaning her back against the black stone monument and sitting on her butt.

With her back against the cold stone monument, Linglong finally came back to her senses.

She glanced down at her hands, only to realize that they had been shaking.

Linglong mechanically turned her head and craned her stiff neck to look in the direction of the Taotie Divine Hall, her face all filled with fear.

Almost.

So close.

Almost Zhao Yi’s death!

Linglong simply couldn’t dare to imagine if Zhao Yi died in front of her.

Waiting for her.

Waiting for the Yao clan.

What terrible consequences would await the entire Immortal Cultivation World!

Linglong thought of the decisive Empress.

She thought of Zuo Xiaoluo, the invincible battle immortal of Da Xia who regarded Zhao Yi as the sky.

Thinking of the most outstandingly gifted Sect Leader of Xuan Zhen Guan for a thousand years, Miaoyin Zhenran.

Once Zhao Yi dies.

They would definitely make the entire Immortal Cultivation World give him a burial, right?
At this moment, a cool breeze blew by, and Linglong suddenly felt a cold chill on her back.

Only then did she realize that her dress had already been soaked through with cold sweat.

Linglong, who never believed in Gods and Buddhas, couldn’t help but put her hands together at this time and prayed to the Gods and Buddhas in the sky.

“Buddha blesses, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will be blessed if he doesn’t die in a great disaster!”

When the Buddha Sect was overthrown, Linglong did not go to Mount Sumeru.

Linglong felt that even if the Buddha held a grudge, it should not be counted on her.

Therefore, Buddha should just bless Zhao Yi.

From this, it could be seen that Zhao Yi’s previous serious injury and dying had made Linglong completely messed up.

She had already lost her mind and was so sick that she messed up with the Buddha.

Yao Qing looked at Linglong from the side and wanted to ask her sister Yao Su about her situation, but seeing Linglong’s ugly face, she hesitated and finally didn’t dare to say anything.

Just like Linglong, Yao Qing also thought of the Buddha that he usually disdained at this time.

“Buddha bless, I hope my sister is safe and sound.”

If the Buddha really had a spirit, I’m afraid he would be crying his eyes out.

These people were like night jars to him.

Disliked to death when they couldn’t be used, and could not wait to be thrown directly into the cesspool.

When they need to use it, they make all kinds of unreasonable demands.

Completely disregard the fact that it is just a night pot.

Small world.

The place Zhao Yi chose to descend was the top of the head of the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon.

The Violet-Gold Divine Dragon lay on its back in the spirit mining pit of a collapsed house, poking its head out and quietly observing the mysterious man and the huge remnant dragon that had suddenly appeared.

Suddenly, it felt the top of its head sink and trembled in fear, almost jumping up!

“It’s me!” Zhao Yi lowered his voice.

The Violet Gold Divine Dragon sensed Zhao Yi’s aura and was relieved.

It rolled its huge white eyes in dismay and lowered its voice:
“Why are you sneaking around?”

“Do you know that people scare dragons and dragons to death!”

PS: I’m begging to finish reading, and I’m begging to catch up!

(End of chapter)