Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

an hour ago.

The pain in Xiao Jianyuan's chest gradually eased. The elixir he had taken before melted in his body, and the warm heat flowed from his dantian to his whole body. He felt a little drowsy when he lay on Fu Yaoye's back.

Fu Yaoye felt the arms around his neck relax, stopped in his tracks, and asked softly, "Senior brother?"

"Ok?"

Xiao Jianyuan was really sleepy, and made a nasal sound in a daze.

Fu Yaoye's ears were itchy, he tilted his head, and said, "Brother is tired, just sleep for a while."

Xiao Jianyuan seemed to hear the sound of gurgling water, but Fu Yaoye's footsteps were steady, so he closed his eyelids without thinking too much.

Fu Yaoye had already walked for a while with him on his back, but he still didn't feel any difficulty.

The trees in the territory of Yundu were towering, and the light in the forest was a little dim. Fu Yaoye stepped into the cold water without much hesitation, and walked straight through the icy stream.

The water-stained shoes and socks became heavy, and every time I lifted my feet, it seemed that my legs were trapped by shackles.

"Brother," he said softly, as if talking to himself, "you really have no defense against me..."

Xiao Jianyuan felt himself light and light in a trance, as if floating in the air.

When he saw the scene in front of him clearly, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

He stood in a blank space, and in front of him were several dark and huge square pillars, trapping him like a cage.

"what is this……"

Xiao Jianyuan took a step back and bumped into a hard and cold black pillar.

"The protagonist is too weak..."

"Sheng Lang is too mean!"

"I read the novel just to have fun, but the more I read it, the worse it becomes."

"Demining the later friends, the protagonist failed to recover his innocence in the end, and became a Demon Lord and then ascended to Demon God."

Noisy human voices suddenly sounded, big or small, male or female, directly breaking into Xiao Jianyuan's ears.

He looked back around in a panic, and suddenly understood where he was.

He stood on a page of a book, his figure shrunk indefinitely, and the black strange-shaped pillars surrounded him, which were actually the words on the book!

"can not watch anymore."

"Abandon the text."

"..."

"and many more!"

Xiao Jianyuan shouted loudly: "Don't abandon the essay!"

"The protagonist will change," he yelled almost pleadingly: "I will change the plot, don't give up on him!"

"What else is there to see," someone asked him.

"Such a protagonist is too aggrieved and miserable."

"Brother..."

"Don't give up on the text..."

He moved his fingers slightly, not only touched something, but he held it tightly in his hand as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

"Brother!"

Xiao Jianyuan suddenly opened his eyes.

He was panting violently and gradually regained consciousness.

He was lying on a piece of grass, and Fu Yaoye was beside him, looking at him nervously, with his hands on his shoulders.

Fu Yaoye's black hair was messy, and Xiao Jianyuan realized that he was still pulling a strand of his hair in his hands.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Xiao Jianyuan noticed that Fu Yaoye frowned slightly, with an expression of pain, and quickly let go of his hand.

"fine."

Fu Yaoye shook his head and asked, "Brother, did you have some kind of nightmare?"

Xiao Jianyuan recalled the dream just now, and was a little silent.

He raised his eyes, met Fu Yaoye's concerned eyes, and said hesitantly: "...No, no."

Fu Yaoye didn't ask any more questions, but nodded: "Brother, do you feel better? Shall we continue to find Brother Fu and the others?"

Xiao Jianyuan moved a little bit, and the pain in front of his chest eased a lot. He was about to stand up, when he suddenly heard a commotion nearby:

"Obviously our Ling Xiaozong saw it first, so why did you let you take it?"

"It's a joke, what's the point of seeing it, I said I've seen it a long time ago, whoever gets it first will get it!"

……

At first, two groups of people were arguing over something, and then they heard the sound of hands.

Xiao Jianyuan and Fu Yaoye looked at each other,

Fu Yaoye seemed to be a little impatient with this kind of thing, and said after deliberating, "Listening to the voice is not our disciple of Qingheng Mountain, so let's leave it alone."

Although the two of them hadn't met a single person along the way, Xiao Jianyuan didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing, so he decided to bypass them and continue walking.

Fu Yaoye helped Xiao Jianyuan stand up, and was about to carry him on his back, but was stopped by Xiao Jianyuan: "No need, I can go by myself."

Fu Yaoye was a little worried: "Brother's injury is already serious, so I should move less."

Xiao Jianyuan insisted: "It's okay, it's much better."

Fu Yaoye had no choice but to compromise and helped him walk.

"Brother doesn't seem to care about his body."

Fu Yaoye didn't know what to think of, and suddenly spoke.

"Ah?" Xiao Jianyuan was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly realized that he was the same way when he first came through the transom, and was supported by Fu Yaoye to go to the Lecture Hall.

He touched his nose in embarrassment, and said, "It's not that I don't care..."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped suddenly: "Did you hear, it seemed to be Su Baimu's voice just now."

Fu Yaoye was still waiting for him to finish that sentence, when the topic changed suddenly, he looked a little unhappy: "Oh, really?"

Xiao Jianyuan listened carefully for a while, and said firmly, "It's them."

After all, he turned around in a hurry and went back.

Fu Yaoye watched him take a few steps, and raised his heels expressionlessly.

Xiao Jianyuan looked at Zhuang Han who was standing with the disciples of Qingheng Mountain, and almost put the word "dislike" on his face.

Seeing him, Su Baimu ran over quickly: "What's wrong with you, are you injured?"

Xiao Jianyuan replied: "It's okay, just a little injury."

He just finished saying that when he seemed to hear someone sneer.

Xiao Jianyuan looked back suspiciously, only to see Fu Yaoye stepping forward a few steps, and said to Zhuang Han and Ling Xiaozong: "We are not walking with Zhuang Daoyou, and we don't intend to have any spiritual fruit; in this case, Qingheng Mountain will take a step ahead... "

"Wait a moment."

It was Xiao Jianyuan who interrupted him.

Fu Yaoye turned around in surprise: "Brother?"

Xiao Jianyuan asked Su Baimu in a low voice: "Then what kind of spiritual fruit is it rare?"

Su Baimu whispered: "Is there anything in the realm of Yundu that is not rare?"

"Okay," Xiao Jianyuan nodded, and then raised his voice: "Then Qingheng Mountain also wants this spiritual fruit."

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"Magic to God":

"...

"Is this the realm of Yundu..."

The mountains in the distance are continuous, and the clouds converge on the peak, just like a landscape ink painting.

And in the blue sky, the sun and the moon hang at the same time, reflecting each other.

Su Baimu was momentarily bewildered.

"That's not the real sun and moon," Sheng Lang said, "Be more cautious,"

In addition to the weird and unpredictable changes in the realm of Yundu, there are also plots by fellow cultivators. '

......"