Among the five paranoid male protagonists, who do you want me to choose?

In the gap between time and space, Yu Zhao seemed to be drowning and struggled to swim towards the exit. He was hit by a palm on the back without warning, and a bright red blood mist burst out.

Her mind went blank and she looked at the person behind her hesitantly.

"Bitch!"

It was Qingdai. She was seriously injured. The space here was extremely unstable and there was a fatal danger of collapse at any time.

She was looking at her viciously at this moment, with her five fingers forming claws, and she rushed towards Yu Zhao again. Ying Kuai opened her body to block the attack for her, and opened her mouth wide to bite Qingdai's arm.

Yu Zhao covered his chest with his hands, and the Jinghong Knife in his hand stabbed Qingdai's arm fiercely. When he turned his wrist, he suddenly kicked her shoulder, and a bloody arm was torn off.

And I was being pulled to another place by a suction force, getting farther and farther away from the exit.

The shadow clinging to Qingdai's arm quickly turned into a black shadow, swam towards Yu Zhao, and turned into a giant bubble to wrap her up.

The blood in his chest surged, and Yu Zhao sprayed a mouthful of blood mist into the space. The blood stains around his body quickly turned into a wisp of green smoke and were attracted by other small cracks.

The light in front of him disappeared after Qingdai left. The surroundings were pitch black, with occasional flashes of light. Yu Zhao felt as if his whole body was squeezed, and his internal organs began to twist.

The blood and qi were surging, and even the air for breathing began to decrease little by little.

Yu Zhao's face was pale, his lips were purple, and he held his chest tightly, trying his best to control and slow down his breathing.

They were like a lone boat, drifting in an unknown territory, with small cracks stirring around them, but they would soon disappear.

Yu Zhao had no chance of touching it at all, and couldn't even control the direction of his swimming.

"It seems like I'm trapped here to death."

The Buddha Nine Sky Tower was originally a space magic tool, and the relic was equivalent to the medium connecting the space and the outside world. The relic was destroyed, the cracks were torn, closed and constantly expanded.

Those who don’t go out will probably never go out.

The shadow's contact area with the surrounding space became larger, and his whole body trembled, "Quack."

Yu Zhao patted him and said, "Come back first. I can still hold on."

If Ying stayed any longer, he would probably be torn to pieces. Now he could only see if he could find a small crack and take the opportunity to crawl out.

Suddenly, the scene in front of him lit up. It was a sea area, right on the right. Yu Zhao stretched out his hand without thinking, but before he could touch it, the crack closed instantly, as if it had never appeared at all.

The timing of the cracks is random and highly unstable.

Yu Zhao took out a pill from his storage bag and was about to swallow it when the pill instantly turned into powder and disappeared without a trace.

A Kunpeng bird flashed by, shaking its huge tail.

Yu Zhao: “…”

Naturally, she refused to give up, and took out another pill from the storage bag. This time, she was even faster. Before she could completely take out the storage bag, the pill disappeared as if by magic.

There was only empty air in my hands.

Yu Zhao covered his injured body and curled up into a ball, trying his best to avoid some of the flying meteorites and crystals to prevent them from colliding with each other.

These things are much harder than her body.

His body temperature gradually dropped. Yu Zhao took out a small blanket, wrapped himself tightly in it, hugged his arms and closed his eyes.

So cold.

Ying was also very cold, and turned into a small blanket to cover Yu Zhao's head.

Yu Zhao reluctantly opened one eye and muttered, "I'm suffocating."

If you have any opinions, please raise them, but don't sentence her to death in secret.

The shadow slowly shrank into a long strip and shrank around Yu Zhao's neck. That was good enough.

Yu Zhao closed his eyes, but did not sleep too deeply. He released his spiritual sense to observe the surrounding situation at all times.

I hope I can regain some strength later and find a way out.

Otherwise she would have to wait here to die.

Here the night is eternal, without a single star.

The back mountain of Wanjian Sect.

The grass and trees are lush and verdant, a small spring flows slowly in the mountain stream, and frenzied spirit beasts run by from time to time, trampling a big hole in the ground.

A small river spread out, drawing out several elongated blood lines, which soon dissipated in the water. The blood mist exploded, dyeing a large area red.

The wet robe stuck to his body, and the little fish in the river jumped into the water, sometimes pecking at the corners of his clothes that were floating in the water like flowing clouds.

The robe moved slightly, and the fish scattered and fled.

Song Yulan was the first to wake up. She stood up in a daze, picked up Ye Qingshan who was not far away, pinched his nose and turned him around.

The suffocation and pain quickly sobered Ye Qingshan up. He covered his nose and glared at her, saying angrily, "Can you please be gentle when you call for help?"

The bridge of my nose is about to be torn off!

"Stop talking nonsense." Song Yulan stood up, covering her arm, and waded through a circle of cold water. She said sternly, "Help me find someone quickly."

Not far away, a teleportation array was running, and a piece of emerald green clothing slowly disappeared.

Song Yulan took a pill and searched for half an hour before finding Shen Yuzhuo. She woke him up and started looking for others.

Several people looked warily at the disciples of Wanjian Sect who were walking towards them not far away. Song Yulan subconsciously wanted to ask them if they had taken the two junior sisters away.

But Shen Yuzhuo raised his hand to stop them and shook his head slightly. Soon, the disciples of Wanjian Sect came up.

"Both of you are participating disciples, right?" The leading disciple glanced at the injuries on the two men and said respectfully, "You are injured. Our sect leader has specifically instructed that we will provide you with proper treatment once we find someone to treat you."

"To prevent any hidden injuries that might affect future cultivation."

After saying that, he wanted to step forward to support him, but Shen Yuzhuo took the lead and said, "No, we can just walk a few steps."

"Could you lead the way, fellow Daoist?"

Song Yulan frowned. She didn't want to leave because she still had to go find her two junior sisters.

Shen Yuzhuo sent a secret message, "They are also looking for them, so they probably haven't found them. Even if they did, they wouldn't do anything to them."

"Fen Yan can only be kept alive if the person is alive. If the person dies, it is possible that Fen Yan will run away or disappear."

"My internal organs are all shattered, my meridians are severed, and my skull is cracked. If I take two more steps, I will die here."

Of course they have to find the person, but if they continue looking now, they will have to ask Yu Zhao to collect their bodies, which is not cost-effective.

The situation in the crack was so chaotic that almost everyone was forced out.

The worst case scenario is that he falls into the River of Time like he did. Then he will have to find another way to rescue himself. He cannot go to the River of Time now.

Hearing this, Song Yulan also covered his chest with his hands, his face solemn. After thinking for a few seconds, he finally nodded and followed the Wanjian Sect disciple who was leading the way.

Sure enough, they also asked indirectly about Yu Zhao's whereabouts.