The No. 1 blue face in the world of comprehension

Feng Bumin's surprise attack caught Shen Zhihan off guard.

He leaned back uncontrollably, and the back of his heart just hit a bump on the rock wall.The sharp pain made his breathing stagnate, and a bloody smell rushed to his throat immediately.

The difference in strength between the two was too great, coupled with the fact that he was seriously injured, Shen Zhihan almost had no power to resist, and his chin was lifted by the opponent.

He subconsciously used his spiritual power to resist, but he felt the oppression caused by the opponent's fingers and the sharp pain from the erosion of the devil's energy in his jaw. The cold touch penetrated into his collar. Before Shen Zhihan could make a sound, his shoulders and neck were instantly cold.

The skirts of the Taoist robe and inner garment were torn apart by Feng Bumin, making a piercing sound of tearing silk.

The pain almost paralyzed the nerves of the whole body, so when Feng Bumin bit his neck, Shen Zhihan could only feel the vivid sensation of the teeth piercing the skin.

He shuddered subconsciously, the sweet smell of blood mixed with the fragrance of the bright heart flower left on Feng Bumin's body lingered at the tip of his nose.

The feeling of losing a little bit of blood is really hard, but the most uncomfortable thing is all the parts of the body that are in direct skin contact with Feng Bumin.

No matter whether the other party was sucking his blood or licking his wounds, Shen Zhihan didn't need to mobilize the remaining spiritual energy in his body at all, and they all spontaneously fought against the demonic energy carried by Feng Bumin.

The two eroded and offset each other, and the most direct result was that Shen Zhihan's white jade-like skin became abnormally red, as if scalded by boiling water.

The excessive blood loss made Daozi's hands and feet cold, his whole body weak, and he couldn't stand up at all.Knowing that he might die if he continued like this, Shen Zhihan opened his mouth, and finally squeezed out a broken cry from deep in his throat.

"The wind... is not merciful! The wind is not merciful!! Quick... wake up...!"

"—No mercy!!!"

Uninterrupted injuries made his original spring-like voice extremely dry and hoarse.

But I don't know if it was the few words he squeezed out that really helped Feng Bumin regain a trace of clarity, or the blood of the pure spirit body helped him suppress the evil thoughts in his body, the other party really let go, and slowly raised his head Come.

Shen Zhihan just watched the fluorescent green flame recede like a tide, and his cold eyes were once again occupied by the radiant gilt.

Astonishment, guilt, and remorse all poured into the dark golden pool at the same time as the dim light faded.The moment his consciousness regained his clarity, Feng Bumin immediately let go of his grip on Shen Zhihan, and took a few steps back.

Losing support, Shen Zhihan's feet went limp, and he slipped and fell to the ground panting heavily.

The remaining spiritual energy in his body was no longer enough for him to activate the healing technique, the blood from the tooth marks slid down the line of his straight neck, drawing a winding red line on the smooth collarbone and lean chest, Immediately, the double skirts were dyed a dark color.

Feng Bumin suddenly panicked, his eyes were full of guilt and distress, he didn't even know how to let go of his hands, just like a child who made a mistake.

Daozi was so embarrassed that he didn't even dare to look at him. His eyes were wandering around, but he refused to fall on Shen Zhihan. He just kept apologizing incoherently: "I... Qingyun, I'm sorry, I... I was too angry just now, I can't help myself...I..."

Shen Zhihan looked at him with a pale face and tried his best to explain. After a long time, he finally regained some strength, but raised his hand and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"You... take me back first."

Things have come to this, what else can we do? ? ?

Who told him to be the hero?Of course I chose to forgive him! !

His voice was as thin as a mosquito, almost shattered by the mountain wind, but it was still keenly captured by the other party.

With a choked voice of guilt and remorse, Feng Bumin bowed down and hugged Shen Zhihan without saying a word.

Daozi was leaning on his chest, tiredness swept over him, but Feng Bumi's embrace was the same as his arms, making Shen Zhihan unable to fall asleep at all.

He had no choice but to take advantage of the rare opportunity, before Feng Bumin woke up from the guilt of hurting himself, and started talking.

"Don't pity...brother, your physique...was it born like this?"

Feng Bumin's forward steps paused slightly, but Shen Zhihan's unexpected negative answer: "No."

— that's odd.

Shen Zhihan frowned, and continued: "Then how could you..."

Feng Bumin's Adam's apple twitched, and he was silent for a while before answering, "Fallen God."

When he spoke, his chest resonated, and Shen Zhihan's mind was buzzing, but he still pondered for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "I've heard about you... Fallen God Tianyuan has appeared countless times since ancient times, but only You crawled out of it 2000 years ago..."

"Brother No Compassion..."

Shen Zhihan rubbed his eyes, his eye circles were a little red due to sleepiness and fatigue, even the moles of his tears were stained with a light red, but he still insisted on asking: "Fallen God Tianyuan... what kind of place is it?"

Feng Bumin paused slightly when he heard the words, but did not answer him immediately.

After a long silence, he raised his eyes, as if seeing a dark and misty place through the darkness in front of him, but his voice was low and hoarse, as if there were memories and scars that he didn't want to think of in the nothingness.

"It's an endless abyss full of darkness and despair..."

The hoarse voice reverberated heavily in the empty corridor, but it did not wait for the expected echo.Feng Bumin lowered his eyes, but saw Xuanyi Daozi had lost consciousness and passed out in his arms.

Those beautiful eyebrows were tightly frowned, and the slender eyelashes were like butterfly wings trembling slightly in the cold wind, which seemed to indicate that Shen Zhihan was not stable in his dreams.

Qing Juan's cheeks were a little translucent, but the part of his cheeks that he touched seemed to be covered with thick rouge, and his temple hair was slid back, revealing a particularly conspicuous mole of tears.

Feng Bumin looked down, and the red mark on the side of the neck and the unhealed tooth marks pierced the eyes like a meat knife, and gouged out the heart piece by piece.

It wasn't until he entered the dormitory and placed the person on the couch that Feng Bumin whispered again, his cold voice was full of nostalgia and nostalgia, but he didn't know whether he was speaking to the comatose person or himself.

"But if you have a strong heart... Even if you suffer in that kind of place for thousands of years, you will try your best to climb out to meet him again..."

He raised his hand in a vain manner, mysterious light enveloped Shen Zhihan's chest, and the same fate spell took shape again.

The moment the seal of the spell was completed, even if it wasn't for mercy, he groaned in pain, and all the blood on his already pale cheeks finally faded, and it was frighteningly white against the black mask.

"Brother, I will never let you go again..."

The Laurel Festival lasted for three days and three nights.

After being tormented by Xie Changliu and Feng Bumin, everyone in the spectator stage was almost cast a psychological shadow.It was because of Fang Qiyu's great ability that he calmed down the people one by one and restored the grand scene at the beginning of the Zhegui Conference.

There was a wave of fluctuation in the water mirror, and the crowd who had been arguing about who would win the championship this year finally calmed down. They saw a beam of blue light, and a black-soled gold-patterned boot protruded from it.

The brilliance dissipated in front of everyone's eyes, and a young man in black clothes with a gold ribbon and a high crown with black hair stood quietly in the center of the field holding a laurel branch as long as his forearm.

The childish face still has some baby fat, but the brows are drawn into the temples, and the heroic posture can already see the fierce and handsome in the future.

Mo Ning breathed calmly, slowly opened his half-closed eyes, and raised the cinnamon branch he had been holding forward with both hands, bowed his head and said respectfully: "This disciple has lived up to his mission and has taken the cinnamon branch back."

Liu Xiang, who had been standing on the high platform, finally covered her lips and laughed, nodded and said: "Okay, okay!"

——Worthy of being Xiao Hanhan's chosen child, he is really outstanding!

Fang Qiyu also had a smile on his face, like a warm sun.With a wave of his sleeves, Mo Ning was first lifted up by the soft wind, and then a ball of blue light wrapped the young man from head to toe and flew towards the high platform.

At the same time, Qingyue's refined and elegant voice resounded through the sky, announcing to the entire academy: "The leader of this conference has been announced—the winner is Wuwei Zong Mo Ning!"

The water mirror fluctuated for a while, and all the remaining people in the small secret realm were teleported out the moment they heard the sound, and the square below was bustling again.

"Mo Ning? Why haven't you heard of it???"

"Hey, what do you know? Haven't you heard that people are indifferent!"

"Wuweizong? The Wuweizong who is so small that he can count on one hand???"

"Hush, don't talk nonsense! Although Wuwei Sect has few members, everyone's strength is top-notch in the fairy world, and they can all be their own! This Mo Ning is so powerful, I am afraid that some big boss is bored and accepts it as a disciple! "

"I heard that the leader of the previous session seems to be from Wuweizong..."

On the high platform, Liu Xiang smiled and took Mo Ning out of the ball of light, and took back the laurel branch in his hand, then turned around and took off the flower branch and soul-fixing pearl that were wrapped and suspended by the ball of light.

The milky white pearl turned into a liquid in an instant, but disappeared in the young man's hand in the blink of an eye.

Liu Xiang let out a "huh", immediately held his hand, looked at it over and over for a long time, and wondered: "You didn't need to recognize the master to be absorbed by you?"

Mo Ning was also a little puzzled: "This... this junior doesn't know either."

Liu Xiang was a little puzzled, but he didn't take this trivial matter to heart, he just patted the young man's shoulders: "Forget it, it seems that this soul-fixing pearl is also destined for you, so I won't have to teach you how to use it—"

The results of the meeting have been announced, and the rest of the greetings and etiquette are left to Shan Chang Fang Qiyu.

Taking advantage of the other party laughing and speaking in front, Liu Xiang suddenly grabbed the boy's hand and pulled him to the back, then lightly pushed Mo Ning's shoulder, motioning him to look behind the high platform.

Mo Ning turned his head subconsciously, and saw the three men in golden clothes sitting at one another, looking at this side with a smile in their eyes, they were the people on the golden platform whom he had glanced at before entering the secret realm.

"……you?"

His sharp eyebrows were tightly knit together, but his eyes turned cold: "What can you do with me?"

"Ah Ning..." The man in the golden coat on the wheelchair coughed a few times when he heard the words, and said weakly, "You shouldn't have said that to Weifu."

Joking finally appeared in the youth's jade-like pupils: "Oh? Mo Shucheng, do you now know that you are a father?"

Hearing the words, the former frowned, but he coughed violently as if he had been poked in a sore spot.

The white-bearded old man who had been standing on the left back of the wheelchair frowned, and couldn't help scolding: "Young Patriarch! Patriarch is not in good health, how can you be so angry with him?!"

Mo Ning sneered and ignored it, while the white-haired old man behind Mo Shucheng immediately took out a brocade handkerchief from his pocket, and handed it over respectfully.

Mo Shucheng took the brocade handkerchief and covered his lips and coughed for a long time before raising his head again, but the corners of his lips were stained with a dazzling bright red.

He first glanced at the white-bearded old man in disapproval, then shut his mouth, and only said through voice transmission with his spiritual sense: "Father knows, you have always hated me...but now my father is dying and time is running out. Taiwan needs a qualified young master."

Mo Ning sneered, and stopped talking, but he didn't even want to look at him: "As early as the moment you refused to save your mother, I was no longer your son of Mo Shucheng. Now invite me, you Is it funny?"

Mo Shucheng finally frowned, but said: "Then...you don't even listen to your master's words?"

The boy's pupils shrank: "What did you say???"

The former heard the words, but covered his lips and coughed again.Mo Ning was astonished, and couldn't help taking a few steps closer to the three of them, and asked sharply: "How did Master know you? What did he say to you?! Stop coughing, talk!!! "

However, Mo Shucheng raised his eyes to look at the eager young man, his lips curled up slightly, and his smile was a businessman's shrewd calculation: "It seems that you really rely on this Immortal Qingyun."

Mo Ning raised his eyebrows, his face was immediately stained with anger: "You lied to me?!"

"how come?"

Mo Shucheng shook his head, wiped away the blood from the corners of his lips with a brocade handkerchief as if trying to whet his appetite, and then said calmly: "Immortal Qingyun is really at the Golden Terrace. You were my father the day you first entered the secret realm. We had a very happy chat with Xianjun, and Qingyun also yearns for the prosperity of our Mo clan, and he went to the Golden Terrace to wait for you the day before yesterday."

Mo Ning, who was well aware of the opponent's cunning, did not immediately believe his words, but secretly sent a letter using the method of Wuwei's master-disciple contact, and then lowered his eyes: "Why should I believe you?"

Mo Shucheng shook his head, but he sighed in great distress and helplessness: "When did my father deceive you? If you don't believe me, you can ask Senior Liuxiang whether Qingyun left the day before yesterday?"

Before he finished speaking, he paused, and then said slowly: "However, Xianjun Qingyun is extraordinary, and the places he goes are really convincing... No, just before you came out of the secret realm, your second uncle I also sent a letter, saying that I admire Xianjun very much and want to..."

The conversation between the two had been through spiritual sense, but before Mo Shucheng finished his sentence, Mo Ning suddenly became frightened and angry, and completely ignoring the eyes of everyone, he grabbed the other side's lapel and shouted angrily: "Mo Shucheng, you crazy?!!"

"Young master!" The two gold-clothed old men tried to stop them at the same time, but Mo Shucheng stretched out his hand and stopped them behind him.

The boy's hands were so strong that he almost lifted the man in gold from the wheelchair, and then he said angrily through voice transmission: "Don't tell me you don't know who Mo Shuming is!!!"

"Didn't the incident of killing brother Ling because of his lust back then cause enough trouble?! He could have killed a ten-year-old boy! What's more, Master!" Mo Ning was so angry that he almost went crazy, wishing he could wring the other party's neck He decided, "Since he is in the family, why not let the master wait for us to go together but let him go alone! Why do you feel at ease???"

After all, it was an old fox. Even when faced with the embarrassing situation of being pulled by the collar by a young man and almost being lifted from the wheelchair, Mo Shucheng's unique smile on the face of a businessman did not change at all.

He lightly held Mo Ning's hands, but took the initiative to close the distance between him and him, but his voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear: "If Ah Ning goes back with his father now, maybe there is still time to send Qingyun Xianjun Saved from your second uncle..."

His voice was soft and smiling, but he could hear the young man's heart feel like falling into an ice cave, and the ice was frozen inch by inch: "Father, I heard... Shuming recently learned a special kind of Sangong poison, which is only for high-level monks." , the user immediately loses all power, and the hands and feet are weak..."

"shut up!!!"

Mo Ning pushed the person back onto the wheelchair, and quickly walked away to the back of the high platform without looking back.

Mo Shucheng looked at the young man's back, but he smoothed out the folds of his clothes in an orderly manner, and then glanced at the white-haired old man.

The latter understood immediately, turned around and bowed to Liu Xiang and Fang Qiyu who were not far away, and said respectfully: "Young Patriarch has a strong temper, please don't blame me, everyone in the Golden Terrace will not bother you, and I will leave first."

Fang Qiyu returned the gift with a fan, and said with a smile: "It turns out that Mo Ning is actually the young master of the Golden Terrace. If that's the case, Fang won't keep a few more. Please be careful all the way."

It wasn't until he watched the few people go off the high platform that Liu Xiang finally "tsk tsk" and said strangely: "I didn't expect that Xiao Hanhan, the proud disciple, is the young master of the Golden Platform! It's just that kind of place... really suitable Is this a simple-minded boy?"

When Fang Qiyu heard the words, the smile faded from his clear and moist eyes, and fell silent.

"Little Abandoned Feather," Liu Xiang folded his arms around his chest, seeing that the other party was lost in thought, he had no choice but to push his shoulder against his arm, "What are you thinking?"

"senior."

Fang Qiyu was knocked back to his senses by her, but he raised his eyes, looked thoughtfully at the direction in which they were leaving, and said in a low voice: "The junior always feels that there seems to be something wrong."

Injured day and night.

Shen Zhihan's eyelashes trembled slightly, he opened his eyes, stared blankly at the snow-colored gauze above for a while, and then tried to move his fingers.

Since being attacked by Feng Bumi last time, he has become a little too weak.The hours of waking up in a day can be counted on one hand, and every time he wakes up, he is in a state of weakness.

All the pain in his body had disappeared, he looked inside secretly, but all the wounds were still there, without any sign of healing, presumably because Feng Bumin had cast the same fate curse again.

There was a sudden fluctuation in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, Shen Zhihan closed his eyes slightly, and Mo Ning's voice sounded in his mind - "Master! Where are you???"

This is the secret method of passing messages between Master Wuwei and his disciples. The Guild Ceremony must have ended, but the voice of the little apprentice trembled slightly, as if he was very anxious, but as a master, he was unable to respond because of his spiritual power.

Shen Zhihan finally couldn't wait any longer.

He took a deep breath, and wanted to try to support his body with his arms, but unexpectedly, with all his strength, a cold hand stuck to the back of his heart, and helped him up.

"woke up?"

Feng Bumin's iron-like voice sounded from behind, Shen Zhihan's throat was a little dry, and he coughed: "How long... have I been asleep?"

The other party was silent for a while: "Seven hours."

Daozi nodded slightly, but his twinkling eyes turned to Xuanchuang not far away.

The windows in Fengbumin's dormitory are large and the panes are sparse, a bit like the floor-to-ceiling windows in Shen Zhihan's world before his death.If you look intently, you can see the boiling sea of ​​clouds through the carvings, as if it never stops.

He was suddenly in a trance: "...how many days is this?"

Feng Bumin was silent for another moment: "The third day."

Shen Zhihan also fell silent.

——Three days have passed, and the master still hasn't come.

At the beginning, he said that he had found the trace of Tianyuan, the Fallen God, and went to look for it, but what unexpected happened?

Unable to send messages, and unable to leave, Shen Zhihan just stared out of the window and let go of his thoughts, but Feng Bumin carefully held his back with one hand, and stared intently at the other party's clean lines with his radiant golden eyes. Yan profile.

During this period of time, Shen Zhihan spent very little time awake, Feng Bumin was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable when he fell asleep, so he loosened the brocade-like blue hair on his own initiative.At this time, he was sitting on the side of the bed, and the long hair like crow's feathers fell on the back of Feng Bumi's hands with a fresh breath and a little coolness, bringing an unspeakable itchiness.

Shen Zhihan didn't know what was going on in his mind, and finally withdrew his gaze from staring at the sea of ​​clouds, and suddenly interrogated: "I don't know when Brother Bumin is going to let Qingyun go back to Wuweizong?"

Feng Bumin's lips were drawn into a straight line, but rather than helplessness and anger, he was more puzzled: "You like this place, why do you want to leave?"

Shen Zhihan shook his head, his voice was a little hoarse: "Where I like, and where I want to go, there is no relationship between the two. Besides, if you stay in Fenghui Peak for no reason like this, the master, the younger brother, and the others are still in the same place." With Aning on his side, I must be very worried."

When Feng Bumin heard this, a trace of distress flashed in his eyes, but he was instantly swallowed by the coldness: "I can send a message to them, telling everyone that you are staying at Fenghui Peak."

Shen Zhihan choked, almost spurting out a mouthful of Ling Xiao's blood.

Why can't this guy make sense?If he stayed in Fenghui Peak like this, would he still see the light of day again? !

Xin Dao might become a canary in a cage if he continued like this, so he had to reorganize his words, parted his thin lips slightly, and said slowly: "I..."

"boom--!!!"

The huge roar frightened him almost biting his tongue, and the words that had reached his lips were blocked in an instant.

At this moment, a loud drink with a smile penetrated the mountain walls with majestic spiritual power, and rushed into the eardrums of the two of them recklessly.

"Feng, no, pity! Come out and die for this deity!!!"

Xie Changliu's coercion was released without any scruples, Shen Zhihan couldn't resist it with spiritual power, and immediately let out a muffled snort, with blood overflowing from his mouth and nose.

Seeing this, Feng Bumin had a thought, and a maid in a white dress immediately pushed the door open and blessed her body: "Master."

He took a deep look at Shen Zhihan, then turned around and went out the door: "Take care of him."

The maid bowed her head respectfully: "Yes."

Shen Zhihan sat on the bed, listening to the sound of fighting outside, but his eyes fell on the maid who silently stood three feet away from the bed.

He changed his mind, and suddenly pulled down the wide sleeves of the outer robe, revealing the snow-white inner garment, and then wiped the blood from his nose and mouth very carefully.

From the point of view of a puppet, he has a brocade handkerchief on the table at hand, and the brocade handkerchief is obviously more convenient than the underwear for cleaning his face.

So the maid looked at him quietly, but her expression was a little dazed.

Shen Zhihan lowered his hands, and saw blood stains falling on the snow-white sleeves like red plums, which was particularly glaring.

He frowned first, then turned his head and smiled at the maid: "I don't know the girl's name?"

The Taoist was born with a beautiful face, even if he didn't smile, those peach blossom eyes full of autumn water would make people feel close, let alone when he was trying to please him.

It's a pity that the puppet is ruthless, and the maid is slightly blessed, but she is unmoved: "We all belong to the master, and we all follow the master's thoughts and orders, and we don't need names."

But Shen Zhihan was not discouraged, Junxiu frowned slightly, and when his peach blossom eyes drooped, he put on a distressed look, quite pitiful.

"Girl, look, this sleeve is very dirty..."

He rolled his eyes, looked at the other party full of hope, and said sincerely: "I don't know if the girl has a way to remove these bloodstains?"

The maid heard the words, and then she was willing to move, moved a few steps to the side of the bed, stretched out her hand and pinched Shen Zhihan's sleeve: "If the fairy doesn't dislike it, maybe..."

"How could it be?" Shen Zhihan smiled as if peach blossoms were blooming all over the field, but with the other hand, he pinched his temple hair, "Please ask the girl to do something."

If he remembered correctly, the core of the puppet technique is mostly in the fourth spine of the back of his neck, but at this time Shen Zhihan has no spiritual power, so he doesn't know whether the power of spiritual consciousness can break the seal of the puppet technique.

Both the master and the young apprentice have not heard from each other, the matter has come to this point, how can he be reconciled if he doesn't give it a try?

This thought turned, but the maid didn't know it. With Shen Zhihan's permission, the fingertips immediately filled with spiritual light, and she slowly touched his sleeve.

Shen Zhihan's eyes were sharp for a moment, and the hand that was pinching the hair on the sideburns pointed together, and with the power of spiritual consciousness, he touched the back of the maid's smooth neck!

He tried it for the first time, fearing that he would fail to draw Feng Bumin back with one blow, he almost used all his strength.

Fortunately, there was no mistake in the memory, only to see a white light flashing all over the body of the maid, and her figure suddenly shrank and changed, and she turned into a branch and fell to the side of the couch.

The snow-white dress lost its support, and immediately collapsed lightly, laying on Shen Zhihan's lap.

"Offended..."

Shen Zhihan sincerely confessed his crimes to the branch, and placed it on the table properly, then reached out and untied his belt embroidered with golden cloud patterns.

At the same time, the wind returns to the outside of the peak.

Xie Changliu and Feng Bumin fought fast, like two rainbow lights that quickly intersect and then separate.

The red glow and the demonic energy intertwined and fought each other, Xie Changliu's clothes were messy, and he was even more embarrassed, but he laughed wantonly.

When the two of them were wrestling for nearly a cup of tea, he had already noticed that Feng Bumin seemed to be scruples about something, and he would not leave Fenghui Peak for a long distance no matter what, so he sneered and said mockingly: "I think you are so powerful, Why, are you afraid of being taken away by guarding your old den?"

Feng Bumin's lips curved downward, and he was about to refute, but his expression suddenly became serious, and a faint light flashed through his eyes.

The smile on Xie Changliu's face didn't stop, but the expression in his eyes became serious.

Although he didn't know what happened just now, he could clearly feel that Feng Bumin was angry.

The red-clothed Demon Lord moved his wrist, and the golden bell hanging on the red rope rang crisply, and immediately turned into a golden long sword; while Feng Bumi opened his arms, and the majestic black air rolled up instantly, For some reason, the spiritual power of heaven and earth was drawn into agitation.

The sea of ​​clouds rolled up a huge wave, which instantly submerged the figures of the two, and it was difficult to find their traces.

But in Fenghui Peak, the door of Feng Bumi's sleeping hall opened a gap with a "squeak".

A snow-white dress was scattered from the threshold, and soft waves swayed with the footsteps of those who walked out.

Obviously dressed in the same way as the surrounding maids, but this person's temperament is completely different from theirs, like a witty clear cloud, blown and caressed by the wind, drawing out all kinds of charm.

If standing in the crowd, this person will definitely be the first existence to be noticed.But at this moment, the aura on "her" seemed to be covered by something, and she just shuttled among the maids in white skirts with exactly the same faces and expressions, but nothing unusual was noticed.

Shen Zhihan imitated the gait of the maids and dawdled to the cave exit, and his figure flashed immediately.

While flying into the tunnel, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, these maids were not dressed in tube top dresses, otherwise he really couldn't overcome his psychological barrier to wear women's clothes! ! !

Both Xie Changliu's and Feng Bumin's cultivation bases were higher than his, so Shen Zhihan had no idea how long the Demon Lord Shen Xin's cultivation base would be able to stop the Demon Lord.Therefore, the most urgent task is to go as far as possible before the same fate curse completely expires, so as not to be caught again.

In the meridians, the spiritual power and the pain recovered almost simultaneously, knowing that if this continued, he might not even be able to get out of the cave, Shen Zhihan gritted his teeth, a burst of cruelty suddenly surged in his eyes, and he raised his hand and punched a sword mark between his eyebrows.

At the same time as the imprint entered the body, starting from the Lingtai, the remaining spiritual power in the limbs and bones was almost instantly activated. Shen Zhihan's spirit was shocked, and the spiritual power was stimulated again, and the whole person immediately flew out of light.

Feng Huifeng's sea of ​​clouds rolled wildly, as if it was turned upside down from within, and it seemed as if it was going to swallow the two people inside.The black air and the red lights clashed crazily, but at this moment, a roar suddenly rose into the sky!

A red shadow was spit out by the sea of ​​clouds immediately, hitting the mountain wall into an extremely huge depression, shaking the entire Fenghui Peak three times.

Xie Changliu's breath was sluggish, but he held his chest and looked at the aura rushing towards the sky, and laughed: "As expected of the deity's darling, you are really smart!"

His chest and abdomen were injured, and his voice was hoarse like a dilapidated bellows, even humming when he was breathing, but his voice was filled with obvious pride and pride, as if he was extremely proud of Shen Zhihan's escape.

Before his voice fell, the coercion of the Demon Lord pierced through the sea of ​​clouds at this moment, and the stratus clouds of hundreds of meters were immediately forced to disperse.

In the black air soaring into the sky, the robes of the man in white fluttered violently, but a pair of emerald green eyes pierced through the magic fog, and locked on to Xie Changliu who was still coughing up blood.

Feng Bumin's thin lips parted slightly, but the voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, making one's whole body feel like a chill: "You——damn it!!!"

Fenghui Peak is located in the hinterland of the Demon Realm, and if he wanted to leave the Demon Realm, he would have to bridge the clouds for at least a day. Shen Zhihan fled with all his heart, and with the blessing of the sword seal, his speed was more than twice as fast as usual.

But there is a saying that there is more than enough heart but not enough strength. Shen Zhihan's heart veins were injured, he lost too much blood, and his spiritual power was already running low. How could he survive until he flew away from the demon realm?

As if to confirm this point, the white light passing by in the clear blue sky of the Demon Realm suddenly turned downwards and flew towards a dense forest.

"boom!!!"

A loud noise stirred up countless birds.

The deep forest was directly smashed into a three-four-foot-deep round hole, and the trees fell upside down.But before the smoke and dust cleared away, a white skirt stepped out slowly.

Said it was white, but it really overrated Shen Zhihan's dress.

The skirt and wide sleeves that were originally layered and folded like Mingxin's petals were full of mud because of his fall just now, and the black hair that was pulled up high by the hosta was also scattered. A homeless person who has been tossed and turned for several months.

This "wanderer" staggered, and his body was clearly on the verge of falling, but he still insisted on walking in the direction he was going to go, almost without a trace of deviation.

A crystal clear long sword was held tightly in his hand, but instead of being used for defense, it became a crutch, supporting him to walk alone.

But if you look carefully, you can find that there is no divine light in his eyes, which are like clear springs of autumn water, and he has clearly lost consciousness!

Shen Zhihan has always kept the habit of being a mortal, even if he has become a top cultivator in the cultivation world, he will not show the slightest distraction when walking outside on weekdays.

But now he has lost the consciousness of controlling himself, and the coercion is released, forcing all the creatures in the forest to flee in a panic.

In the huge dense forest, there was only the soft sound of clothes brushing against dead leaves and bushes.

Suddenly, a sigh came through the dense forest leaves, ethereal and quiet, like a dream.

"It's really easy to find..."

The walking man's footsteps paused slightly, but his dull eyes moved slightly, reflecting a person wearing a black golden crane cloak with silver threads better than snow.

The other party was clean and handsome, and there seemed to be a reassuring and clear smile on his face at any time.He came through the forest and leaves, but it seemed that he had escaped from the world, and nothing could touch his clothes.

At this moment when the figure became clear, Shen Zhihan stopped moving forward.

His chapped and pale thin lips moved, and he barely made a sound, but the person who came had sharp eyes and happened to see the shape of his mouth.

——He was calling "Master".

The moment these two words came out, Shen Zhihan's eyes, which would have been wide open even if he lost consciousness, finally closed.

The thin and straight back bent suddenly, and the whole person fell forward in an instant.

With a flash of Jun Wuxin's figure, he teleported a few feet to catch the person, and then firmly protected him into his arms.

Even though she knew that Shen Zhihan had completely lost consciousness at this moment, Jun Wuxin still stroked the back of his neck very gently, like loving a kitten.

His thin lips were slightly parted, but his misty and clear voice like clear clouds in the past was full of helplessness and indulgence, and he sighed: "... I have only been away for a few days as a teacher, why did my Hanhan become like this? "

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Shen Zhihan: many disasters QAQ

This chapter drops red envelopes × 100~~~~~

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