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"There is no time." After Song Yan finished speaking, he looked at Song Nanshu and said in a deep voice, "Evacuate everyone immediately."

Song Nanshu looked embarrassed, and looked at Song Yuan begging for help, hoping that he could persuade him, it wasn't because he said something frustrating, because people have been trapped for so long, I'm afraid it's too bad.

The patriarch devoted his remaining half of his life and exhausted his remaining spiritual power, hoping to find the person. If he found a living person, his sacrifice would still be worthwhile. If he found a corpse, Xiao Zhuoqian didn't After losing my mother, I will lose my father again. What should I do in the future?

"Brother, you are the head of the Song family. I can't let you mess around with this matter. Let's think of other ways." Song Yuan resolutely objected, looking at Song Yu with hope in his eyes: "Fish Son, your uncle is going to sacrifice himself to save people, can you use the magic weapon you used to save people this morning?"

Song Yu glanced at him, did not hide anything, and said very seriously: "Uncle Qi, I exhausted all my spiritual power to save him. I can't use it again in less than a week."

Song Yuan couldn't believe it: ...

Even though the burst of blinding spiritual energy was only for a moment, could that kind of explosive force and intensity be used by a person who doesn't have any spiritual energy fluctuations in her body?

"Old Qi, the ancestors didn't give Yu'er a magic weapon." Song Yan naturally knew what he was thinking, and didn't have time to delay with him, so he asked Song Yu directly: "Yu'er, where is the eye of the formation?"

There is a feng shui array in the building of Lekang Pharmaceutical, and he knows where the eye of the array is.

There is no feng shui formation outside the building, but there are still formations. It needs someone who is proficient in feng shui profound art to calculate it. He can do it himself, but he can't do it in two hours.

Lao Qi is worse than him.

Song Yu nodded solemnly, concentrated, and began to count with his fingers.

At this moment, Song Yuan's heart was greatly shocked. When he looked at Song Yu, the expression in his eyes was extremely complicated. It was impossible to imagine that she turned out to be a real boss!

Yes, sir.

The person who can make the elder brother trust her ability so much, what else can he be if he is not the elder brother?Anyway, his own profound art is definitely not as powerful as his elder brother.

But now, the eldest brother didn't do the calculations himself, but asked her to do the calculations, because the eldest brother thought that her ability was superior to his!

Song Yu's speed of calculating the eyes of the formation is still very fast.

2 minute later.

She pointed to the musical fountain on the square, and a beautiful green dragon statue next to it said: "Uncle, the formation is there."

I still feel that my elder brother must think too highly of her. Song Yuan, who was secretly counting his eyes, has only counted about [-]% of the progress, and I don't know how I am feeling now:...

Song Yan had already raised his foot and walked towards the green dragon statue.

Song Yuan still wanted to say something, and knew that even if he said it, the eldest brother would not listen, so he sighed helplessly, and raised his foot to catch up, but after two steps, he turned around and looked at Song Yu, and asked her : "Is there really nothing you can do?"

This time, if the eldest brother saves people at the cost of exhausting all the spiritual power in his body, his body will really be useless.

Song Yu shook his head.

There is really no other way.

Song Yuan sighed again, chased after him without any hesitation, and said, "Brother, I'll help you!"

He couldn't just watch his elder brother exhaust his spiritual energy in order to find someone, and finally died of exhaustion of spiritual energy. If he was with him and helped him share part of the space, his pressure would be less.

Song Nanshu also said: "I am also together!"

Although he is not very capable, he can always help more or less. Lightening the Patriarch's burden can reduce the consumption of his spiritual power.

Song Yu looked at Fu Hanyu with doubts on his face: "Is it still possible?"

Back then, she should have found someone to share with her. God knows, the feeling of being completely exhausted is much more uncomfortable than dying!

But for a normal person, no one wants to experience it for the second time!

Fu Hanyu shook his head, looked at the three people walking towards the statue of Qinglong: "I don't know."

Song Nanshu was the last to leave. Hearing what the two of them said, he slowed down a bit, and explained to Song Yu: "Only those who have practiced the Xuan Jue of Heaven and Earth, and whose spells come from the same source, can leverage on each other."

Song Yu raised his hand and said, "Actually, I can. My spiritual power has recovered for a day, and it looks like it's full of a little more than one-seventh. Let me join you!"

Uncle was good to all of them, and if she could help, she would definitely help, and she couldn't just watch him exhaust his spiritual power and die.

Song Yuan, who was walking in the middle, heard her say that she had recovered one-seventh, and began to guess in her heart how much her one-seventh was.

soon.

The four people of the same origin, holding hands, formed a circle and sat cross-legged next to the Qinglong statue.

Fu Hanyu was also there, sitting next to Song Yu.

Ning Meng and the others were on one side, about five meters away, accompanying Shen Zhuoqian.

Shen Zhuoqian looked at Song Yu with bright black eyes full of hope, and clenched his small fist tightly.

Ning Meng lowered his brows slightly, looked at the little guy beside him, and saw his gaze. When he looked at Song Yu, he was praying and full of hope.

But when his gaze occasionally glanced at the Patriarch, it became more complicated, with resentment and disgust so intense that it couldn't be resolved, and a trace of inexplicable expectation.

Don't talk about him.

Even Song Zhiyi and Song Wenyu noticed that when the little guy saw the Patriarch, his mood was not right, very wrong, as if he was looking at the hatred of his enemy, but also seemed to have expectations.

The two had whispered before, and it was a critical moment to save lives. They only looked at each other, but they didn't discuss this topic again, but looked at each other seriously.

On the square opposite, because of looking for someone, the lights were brightly lit, as bright as day.

The four people sitting cross-legged on the opposite side had a faint aura of light fluctuating on their bodies. The halo of aura soon formed a circle above their heads, and then headed towards the building.

next moment.

The golden aura, which is brighter than the light, suddenly lit up the exterior of the entire building, like a gorgeous light show. At the bottom, it extended a distance of about three meters.

Everyone present looked at the building in a daze, appreciating this rare and wonderful visual feast, and their scalps went numb from shock.

The light, like the morning, is only fleeting.

Just when everyone, including Ning Meng and the others, was immersed in the magnificent spectacle just now, saving time and being unable to regain consciousness.

Shen Zhuoqian suddenly looked in the direction of the third floor of the building, his pupils constricted suddenly, and in a surprise, he shouted eagerly and worriedly: "Mom!"

The small body rushed out like an arrow off the string.