I became the short-lived white moonlight of the demon god

When Feng Xuan struggled to wake up from the abyss, there was still a burning dull pain in his chest.

After a long delay, he finally realized his situation.

He appears to have been placed on soft grass.

What about Li Furen?

Feng Xuan thought of Li Furen almost immediately.

Why is Li Furen not by his side? Did something happen to him?

Feng Xuan desperately recalled, resisting the pain that seemed to be splitting open, Feng Xuan finally remembered:

He originally planned to call out the phoenix tree branch to help the two of them escape from the predicament, but when he called, a devilish energy suddenly attacked him!

The sycamore branch didn't come out, let alone talk about helping each other.

What about Li Furen?

Feng Xuan's heart sank suddenly, and he struggled exhaustedly to open his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the sense of smell also returned.

The moment Feng Xuan woke up, the overwhelming smell of blood rushed to Feng Xuan's nose crazily.

Feng Xuan only felt as if she had fallen into a blood pool.

This strong flavor...

Feng Xuan felt even colder.

He almost exhausted all his strength before finally sitting up, but what he saw was a hellish scene of blood flowing into rivers and corpses strewn all over the field——

There were stumps and broken arms all over the ground, and the boundless blood seemed to dye the entire forest red.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Feng Xuan couldn't help retching, her hands and feet couldn't control her retching.

But he didn't care about himself at all. He got up numbly and stiffly, unable to control himself, a terrifying thought flashed back and forth——

What if Li Furen was also inside?

Feng Xuan staggered up and stepped into the pool of blood, her mind went blank.

If Li Furen also became one of them, he might not even find his corpse.

Feng Xuan trembled violently, her mind went numb, she didn't know what she was doing.

He rushed into the pool of blood, regardless of the soaring stench, got up and squatted down again and again, and kept searching for the black-clothed corpse among the broken corpses, tirelessly.

But there are too many corpses.

Can't find it at all.

In the end, Feng Xuan was almost crawling in a pool of blood.

His white student uniform was already stained bright red in a pool of blood, it was so wet that it was still dripping blood.

But Lin's complexion became paler and more fragile, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

But even so, Feng Xuan didn't stop what he was doing.

At that moment, Feng Xuan couldn't tell whether she was worried that she would not be able to ascend after Li Furen's death, or whether it was because of other reasons.

Feng Xuan finally remembered, he shouted: "Master, Master quickly help me find Li Furen, I beg you, Master."

He summoned the sycamore branch, but no matter how he shouted, the sycamore branch did not move at all.

Feng Xuan immediately checked his body with his spiritual sense, and found that the green spiritual energy of the sycamore branches had been exhausted to the extreme.

Even so, it is still doing its best to output aura full of vitality, which is transmitted to Fengxuan's whole body.

Feng Xuan knew that it was the Wutong branch that saved her.

He could also see that the aura of the sycamore branch was exhausted, but Feng Xuan still jumped on it, like a drowning man, grabbing the last straw.

He cried and begged: "Quick! Help me find him, I know you can find him."

The green light on Wutongzhi's body flickered and flickered, and after a while, it separated a thin line that was almost imperceptible in Fengxuan's surprised and expectant expression.

The thin green thread pierced through Fengxuan's chest, and stretched forward with great difficulty.

It is guiding the direction of Fengxuan.

The fire of hope was burning again, and the light in Feng Xuan's eyes lighted up faintly again.

He got up hurriedly and almost tripped.He chased after the sycamore branches in a disorderly manner.

After a few breaths, just as Feng Xuan was about to walk to the edge of the pool of blood, the last sliver of sycamore branch's aura flashed and disappeared completely.

The aura of the sycamore branch was completely exhausted.

Feng Xuan was very anxious, he looked around, and was about to forcefully call out the sycamore branch again, but his movements suddenly stopped, his sight completely froze——

Right in front of him, there seemed to be a looming black figure standing.

No matter in height or body shape, they all matched Li Furen's.

Fengxuan's heartbeat started to speed up.

He tried to speak, his voice hoarse: "Li... Furen?"

The man didn't respond at all.

Feng Xuan suppressed the beating of her heart, and said again: "Is that you, Li Furen?"

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