The No. 1 blue face in the world of comprehension

Even now that he doesn't know what kind of internal injury he has suffered, Fang Qiyu's actions are methodical.

Under Shen Zhihan's astonished gaze, his face was calm and pale, but he took out a handkerchief to wipe off the blood on his lips and hands, and then his fingertips flashed a blue light, and the blood on the white jade floor instantly disappeared out of thin air up.

Shen Zhihan frowned.

Even with such a simple action as using a handkerchief, Fang Qiyu's right hand was still trembling, which could not be concealed at all.

He put away the Supa, and was about to pick up the cinnabar brush on the ground again, when a soft-wielding stick suddenly stretched out from one side, and snatched the pen that fell on the ground before him.

Fang Qiyu raised his head, and a goose-yellow skirt suddenly appeared in front of him.

Liu Xiang frowned, looked down at him condescendingly, but her eyes were full of obvious worry: "Qi Yu, give up."

The man in Tsing Yi was startled, then slowly got up.

After Su Shou tidied up his appearance, Fang Qiyu still showed a flawless smile to Liu Xiang: "Senior, please don't joke with this junior."

As he said that, with an illusion in his hand, an identical cinnabar pen appeared again, and he turned around to walk back to the edge of the previous formation.

"But you've been here for 1000 years!"

The scent was so strong that he almost broke the Langhao brush in his hand: "For the past 1000 years, you have been soaking in this quiet room every day, just to recruit a soul who doesn't know when it will come back?!"

Fang Qiyu's footsteps stopped.

He didn't look back, his back was still tall and straight like a green bamboo, but his eyes drooped down, and he said in a low voice: "Senior, Fang Lu has never thought of anything else in his heart other than the Dao since he entered the entrance palace. superior--"

"Until I met Qingyun."

He turned his head, his eyebrows were like a thrush but there seemed to be stars in his eyes: "Do you know what kind of person he is?"

Liu Xiang frowned and looked at him, but didn't speak.

Fang Qiyu smiled slightly, and continued on his own: "He is not perfect, he can even be said to be too kind, and he is almost defenseless against anyone. It can be seen that he is too well protected and has too little experience. I have never seen anything dangerous in the world."

"But because of this, his eyes are clean and clear, like a clear spring, without a trace of filth. Only such a person will say to a person who has only known each other for two months, 'You deserve all the favor in the world 'In this case."

Liu Xiang sighed: "But you can't do it if you go on like this..."

She stretched out her hand, and gently grabbed Fang Qiyu's trembling arm, and a light golden aura suddenly poured into his body from the junction of the two: "You are a pure spirit body with extraordinary talents, but you have been born in the past 1000 years." I am studying the formation, and my cultivation has hardly improved. I know that you want to save the child, but the matter of summoning the soul is illusory, and everything can only depend on fate, do you want to continue drawing like this forever?"

"Look at your hand, you can't even hold the pen," Liu Xiang's plain hand exerted a little force, "What you need now is to rest, don't and can't continue to draw diagrams."

"In this world, do you know who the master of formation is today?"

Bai Shu looked away from the two of them, and looked at Shen Zhihan whose lips were trembling slightly: "It's the director of Jingwei Xue Gongshan, Fang Qiyu. He studied hard for 3000 years, and the initial starting point was just to recruit you back."

The boy's voice was immature, but it contained the calmness of seeing the vicissitudes of life: "Seeing now, how do you feel?"

"Thinking?"

Shen Zhihan finally moved away from the eyes that had been staring at Fang Qiyu and Liu Xiang, and looked over.

With a wave of Bai Shu's wide sleeves, the two people's feet were empty, and they returned to the space of the giant tree in an instant.

"Mu's soul is divided into six realms. You have seen five of them." The young man raised his eyebrows, "I don't think so?"

Shen Zhihan was startled: "Where is the sixth one? Why didn't you see Aning?"

Bai Shu lifted the hem of his clothes, and sat on the thick and strong branch again: "Him? There's nothing to see."

"Mo Shucheng returned to the Golden Terrace with the jade pendant he stole from you, plotted against his parents and relatives, and used their and countless women's blood and spiritual power to nourish the nearly dissipated remnant soul until it was complete. Condensed, born as fetus Maning. His life is very simple - of course, when you go back, you may find some changes in him."

"Change?" Shen Zhihan frowned, "How do I go back? What happened to Aning??"

Bai Shu rested his chin with one hand, but didn't answer him, only said: "Now you have the favor of Mu Yichen's six souls, it's so easy to let them die for you, really don't want to think about it?"

"I won't do that."

Shen Zhihan said firmly: "There must be a way to keep them from dying."

Hearing the words, the young man sneered: "You really are a child who grew up under the umbrella, haven't you passed the second term of middle school? Where did you get the confidence to think that you can keep them?"

He paused: "One point six is ​​incomplete after all. No matter how hard you try, they will be one. This is their fate. You can't stop it."

Shen Zhihan's stubborn temper also came up: "Man conquers nature, if you don't try it, how will you know that I can't stop it?"

Bai Shu smiled, with colorful glints in his silver eyes: "You people, you don't hit the south wall and don't look back—well, since you want to, I'll give you a chance."

"Time is tight, but I won't give you a time limit," the young man said quietly, "You just have to remember that the world is chained to your master, the slower you are, the more pain he will suffer."

Shen Zhihan's hand hanging by his side tightened suddenly: "I know."

Bai Shu nodded: "Well, there is one more question. Presumably you also know that those monsters cannot be killed without a fairy sword, so what you have to do now is to forge a fairy sword."

Shen Zhihan looked over, and the boy said again: "Qinghua is very good. You can add some materials, which is easier than making a fairy sword out of thin air. Find the essence of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. As for how to cast it, you can Go ask Lu Zhilan."

"Alan?" Shen Zhihan was a little surprised, "He can forge swords?"

Bai Shu smiled: "It seems that you still don't know enough about Mu."

He held up his little finger: "Except for swordsmanship, there is nothing he doesn't understand about arrays, medicine, and casting. Fang Qiyu was born with an innate talent for arrays, so he was able to achieve his accomplishments as a master of arrays in just 3000 years. And Lu Zhilan is the soul of the sword, other things can't be said, casting and swordsmanship will definitely not be far behind."

Shen Zhihan nodded half-understood, the young man raised his little hand again, and pulled a piece of clear crystal leaf from the snow-like long hair all over the floor: "Here, hold this leaf, and you can communicate with me at any time." .”

He took Shen Zhihan's hand, put the leaves in it solemnly, and then waved his sleeves again: "Go, you can take care of yourself."

The leaves were cold, as if made of frozen ice, Shen Zhihan subconsciously clenched his palms tightly, and clouds and mists suddenly drifted past his eyes.

The chill all over his body struck again, and he felt his body uncontrollably detached from the ground and flew into the air, but his vision became more and more blurred, and finally even the clouds and mist surrounding him were not very clear.

The feeling that the limbs seemed to be filled with lead spread throughout the body again, but Shen Zhihan couldn't help but shiver slightly because of the biting cold around him.

All the spiritual power was stagnated in the dantian, as if he was also frozen by the surrounding cold air. He desperately endured the discomfort caused by the first return of the soul, and finally managed to move his fingers.

At the moment when the fingertips trembled, the blood flow seemed to resume instantly, and a thunderous heartbeat came from the chest.Shen Zhihan tried to use his spiritual power, and the cold air in his meridians was finally dispelled little by little.

As the body temperature returned, the eyelashes of the man in the ice coffin trembled slightly, and finally opened his clear eyes again.

Into the eyes, is a piece of ice crystals.

Behind the clear ice crystals is a snow-white flower tree. When Shen Zhihan moved, he felt something cold and hard in his hand. When he took it to his eyes, it was a clear leaf, which was colorful and extraordinarily gorgeous under the dim light. .

He pursed his lips, stuffed the leaf into the skirt of his clothes, and then stretched out his hand upwards.

It seems that everything just now is real, not a dream.

That being the case, he probably knows what kind of situation he is in now.

Shen Zhihan didn't know exactly how he returned to normal time and space, but at this moment he could be sure that he was in the ice coffin of Wuwei Zongjin Peak.No wonder Mo Ning could see the person in the ice coffin back then, but he couldn't. The same time and space would probably not allow two Shen Zhihans to appear at the same time.

It's just that Wuweizong is cold, why are there so many Mingxin trees?

Thoughts were spinning in his mind, but the movements of his hands were not slow at all. Spiritual power wrapped both palms, and then he pushed hard, the lid of the ice coffin was pushed away by him, and the fragrant fragrance of flowers poured into the tip of his nose instantly.

The Lingtai was extremely clear in an instant, but his body was still a little sluggish. Shen Zhihan sat up while supporting the edge of the ice coffin, looked around, but was shocked.

——No wonder he always finds this place familiar, isn't this the Mingxin Forest in Fenghui Peak that was almost destroyed by Feng Buxie before? !

It was supposed to be in the ice coffin of Forbidden Peak, how could it be in Fenghui Peak? ? ?

For some reason, Feng Bumin was not here, Shen Zhihan was startled and suspicious, his consciousness was released, but he couldn't sense his breath.

After thinking about it, he decided that it would be better to get out of the ice coffin first.Unexpectedly, just as he was trying to get up, a huge roar suddenly sounded.

It seemed that something had hit the mountain wall heavily, and gravel fell from the top of the cave, followed by the tremor of the entire mountain.Shen Zhihan had just climbed the ice coffin when he almost lost his balance and fell back again.

He supported the tree trunk to stabilize his figure, and was about to find out a direction to go out to see what was going on, but for some reason, the cave wall above suddenly collapsed!

Shen Zhihan immediately turned his spiritual power sharply, opened the shield above his head, and at the same time subconsciously withdrew to the safer rear, only to see a thin white shadow between the falling boulders, like an old paper kite.

The wind does not show mercy? ? ?

He was startled, the tearful golden-eyed young man once again turned his eyes, gritted his teeth and wanted to rush over to catch him, but suddenly there was a sword cry in his ear.

There was only one cry of the sword, but the shadows of swords falling from the sky were densely packed, numbering in the tens of millions.

Feng Bumin climbed up from the stone platform in a bit of embarrassment, and instantly sensed the existence of Shen Zhihan, but he had no time to take care of it. He immediately opened his hands, first propped up a demonic energy protection, and then jumped up again like a frightened bird , rushed out of the upper hole.

Ru Yufei sword hit the barrier of demonic energy and couldn't help trembling, Shen Zhihan was worried, and immediately walked to the entrance of the cave shrouded in skylight, looked up, but his pupils shrank suddenly.

——Isn't the figure in the black robe facing Feng Bumin in mid-air Master? !

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The computer is broken, and all the manuscripts are gone... re-written orz

There are revisions and additions in the previous chapter, angels can take a look~