Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

In the quiet woods, there is a faint sound of flute, and the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the forest, the mood is far away.

As the wind passed, Wucheng put down his long flute, quietly looked at the endless forest, his eyes rested on the intersection between the sky and the forest, and slowly let out a breath.

The branch under his feet trembled slightly, and when he turned his head, he saw a foreign man with a cold face leaning down and kissing his lips lightly, and replied in a gentle voice: "Shangjun...Yangye Shangxian is well." , retreat with peace of mind, I will guard you."

"Hmm..." Wucheng looked at the respectful man in front of him, touched his face, "Qianshan... If I can't remember who I am, and I can't remember who you are, you will always wait for me ?"

"I will," Liu Qianshan took Wu Cheng's hand and wiped it, with determination hidden in his eyes.

Wu Cheng thought of the man in front of him looking at him with red eye circles, looking like a little lady with aggrieved eyes, he raised the corners of his mouth in pain and amused, and clenched Liu Qianshan's fingers tightly.

Xue Yao lowered her head and glanced at Wucheng's waist, and saw a piece of emerald jade hanging there, delicate and transparent... at a glance, she knew it was a gift from a woman.

Liu Qianshan's eyes darkened for a moment, Wucheng noticed his gaze, and hastily tore off the jade and stuffed it into the Qiankun bag, "A junior sister in Zongli gave it to me, I won't take it with me in the future."

Xue Yao froze for a moment, with surprise in his eyes: "Huaihai..."

Wucheng smiled warmly, as warm as jade: "I will only take what you give me from now on."

Liu Qianshan smiled at the Taoist couple who became more and more easy to get along with after the reunion, turned his palms and took out a long sword and handed it to Wucheng, "Here you..."

Wu Cheng froze for a moment, "What did you give me your natal magic weapon?"

"I only have this." Liu Qianshan frowned, "You don't like it?...Then what do you want? I'll help you find it."

"Qianshan," Wucheng held Xue Yao who was about to leave, "sit for a while, I want you to accompany me... I haven't had you with me for a long time."

The two sat together, Liu Qianshan embraced his lost and recovered treasure, his light-colored pupils were full of joy, Wu Cheng touched the flute in his hand, leaning sideways in the warm embrace felt warm and cozy.

Within a day, the news about the entire Conferred God Sect belonging to the Demonic Dao spread throughout Dongsheng Shenzhou, and it continued to spread.

The corpses of several golden immortals were hung in the most conspicuous place outside the mountain gate to frighten the surroundings. The Xianzong on the coast of the East China Sea gathered in the Fengshenzong after the monsters had darkened, and they all fled for refuge at night...

In the night, the monsters outside the Fengshenzong patrolled silently, Shui Wufeng sat beside a cauldron of alchemy furnace, refining the elixirs, intending to make some soul elixirs for Feng Banyuan to take.

Feng Yangye was lying on his lap, sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed, the devil needs to concentrate on quenching and dare not leave him alone...

Shui Wufeng penetrated into the soul of the Taoist companion through the soul contract this time, and had some very strange guesses.

The formation engraved on Feng Yangye's back seems to be related to fate, the strange formation of the retrograde celestial stems and earthly branches... vague and chaotic fate... and Taoist companions who seem reasonable but frequent since they met him. Excessive disasters...the disappearing Fuxi tribe...the secrets here seem to have some clues...and the omen of the day when the bond was formed...he really didn't dare to let Feng Yangye leave him even half a step this time, Fortunately, the Taoist companion likes to cling to him...otherwise even breaking his leg wouldn't make him run around.

"Hmm..." Feng Yangye suddenly wrinkled his nose and rubbed itchy on the devil's thigh.

Shui Wufeng smelted another batch of pills by mistake, lowered his head and pinched the head's cheek, and used his spiritual power to clean up the batch of burnt slag of spiritual herbs and auxiliary materials in the pill furnace without arrogance or rashness. , a somewhat familiar voice suddenly sounded, "It's the sixth furnace... Don't you feel sorry for the waste of so many Tianxu grass and black dragon tendons? Can't you just get him out?"

"Are you awake?" Shui Wufeng frowned and turned away, a man in a sloppy mouse-gray priestly robe stood behind a pillar, rubbing his feet against the itchy calf.

"Ah, I'm awake...Who are you? Do we know each other? Why do you practice alchemy in our sect?" Feng Banyuan pouted as he stared at the devil's stern face, and took out a straw stick from his clothes. Biting it in his mouth, he thrust his hands into his sleeves and squatted down with his legs crossed.

Shui Wufeng looked at him and raised the corner of his mouth. His Taoist companion, the second uncle, is really a strange person. His cultivation is clearly only in the primordial state of chaos, but his mastery and understanding of various formations is better than that of ordinary golden immortals who have reached the realm of returning to the primordial state. Gao Ming, and just now walking in this alchemy pavilion full of monsters, no one has noticed... Although if you make a move, your whereabouts will be exposed and you will definitely not be able to complete a sneak attack, but it is enough to be elusive around the ancient demon Chijiri It's amazing.

"How did you wake up?" Shui Wufeng's consciousness approached Feng Banyuan in the words of Shui Wufeng, judging from the scattered soul breath... the three souls should not have recovered, and the soul can still be alive and kicking when it is broken up like that, it is not enough to use strangeness to describe this person.

"Huh?" Feng Banyuan seemed to have detected Shui Wufeng's consciousness, and frowned, "Why does your consciousness have the aura of the soul-moving array I planted? Who are you? No... I I remember...Yango...Where's Yango? What did you do to him?"

"Hush..." Shui Wufeng hugged the Taoist couple who was about to wake up after shaking his eyelashes a few times, and skillfully patted his back to lull him to sleep.

"..." Feng Banyuan looked at the man who was lying in the arms of the devil with peace of mind until his mouth was slightly open and drooling, and he calmed down with his eyes wide open. He smashed his own head, and his expression seemed to be a little clearer.

Shui Wufeng watched Feng Banyuan's strange behavior, covered Feng Yangye's ears and asked softly, "Tell me what the formation on your backs is for, and you don't want anything to happen to Yangye..."

"You have a soul bond with him?" Feng Banyuan, who was struggling with his head lowered, suddenly raised his head, pulled out the stick from his mouth, and frowned at Shui Wufeng.

"Hmm..." The devil replied without explaining.

Feng Banyuan was stunned for a while, then clenched his fists: "So the power of the formation can be transferred to you... I'll help you untie the formation right away..."

As he spoke, he took out several pieces of jade mirrors, and kept making seals in them. The golden bloody light kept entering into the jade mirrors from his back, and a light array appeared in the alchemy room, which was weird The breath is rushing out...

Shui Wufeng smelled a trace of Heaven's punishment and catastrophe... The guess in his heart was somewhat certain...

The speed of dismantling the formation was faster than the devil expected. Shui Wufeng felt that the two pulling forces in his consciousness disappeared, and a gray-blue light was expelled from Feng Yangye's body...it was Zhang Danmo The three souls and seven souls.

With a flash of blood, Shui Wufeng took the soul of this person into his palm, and the pale Feng Banyuan looked at him with a frown, with some guilt and temptation in his expression: "...Has Yang Ye been bullied?"