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To be honest, Ning Chuan didn't know if he could escape, but in his heart, he had to give it a try no matter what, whether it was successful or not.

"Want to go!?"

One second he was still preparing to die, and the next second he had already escaped, such a move almost made Long Feihu unable to react, but soon his hands moved, and a seal was played, and the Demon Slayer God Seal accelerated sharply and quickly crushed down.

"Boom!"

At the last moment, Ning Chuan escaped from the bombing range of the Demon Slayer God Seal, but Yu Wei shook him away seven or eight hundred meters, and blood stained his clothes.

But in the end, he didn't let go of the hands that hugged the wind and snow clothes.

She is now deeply damaged, if she lets go, then Long Feihu will chase after her and completely wipe out the wind and snow clothes from the world.

"You let it go...... Dead is dead...... I don't need you to check my business!"

Feng Xueyi said intermittently, her originally cold eyes also had a different color, but when Ning Chuan lowered his head to look at her, he returned to coldness.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm not for you, I'm just for the snow suit in my heart!"

After whispering a word, Ning Chuan didn't say much, took a deep breath, suppressed the blood qi in his body, and continued to gallop.

"Ning Chuan, you stop!"

Long Feihu shouted behind him, and at the same time he also chased after him, Ning Chuan didn't dare to stay even more, flying quickly.

Fortunately, he broke through to the Guiyuan Realm, and entered the subtle realm, so he was more familiar with the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and he was more handy in mobilizing it.

"Boom, boom!"

Long Feihu chased Ning Chuan while releasing martial arts, and constantly bombarded Ning Chuan's body, and in the blink of an eye, a few mouthfuls of blood spit out, he felt that his whole body was about to fall apart, and even running relied on his will.

"Brush!"

Suddenly, Ning Chuan stopped, because the way was cut off, in front of him, there was a cliff, and the Yuan Force in his body was about to be exhausted, if he continued to fly forward, a sea, I am afraid that he would only die in the vast sea.

"Give up, Ning Chuan!"

Stopping three or four hundred meters in front of Ning Chuan, Long Feihu said in a deep voice.

Seriously, he was unwilling to kill Ning Chuan, he knew Ning Chuan's talent, what was even more rare was the gray yuan power in his body, which would be of great use in the future, and it was indeed a pity to kill it.

"No! either you kill both of us or let us go!"

Ning Chuan's face was full of determination, and after a pause, he continued: "Senior Long, let's do it!"

"Obsessed!"

The Demon Slaying Knife was once again held in his hand, and the Dragon Flying Tiger had a clear killing intent.

As the saying goes, heroes are sad to pass the beauty pass, although Ning Chuan is not a great hero in the world, but among the young generation, he is definitely the best, and even he can't pass the beauty pass!

"There it is!"

Just when Long Feihu was about to make a move, a voice came from a distance, and then black shadows flew over from afar, these people were those cultivators outside Luoxia City.

"Senior Long, this black cauldron, you should carry it, I won't accompany you!"

With a slight smile, Ning Chuan turned around and jumped off the cliff.

"Whoa!"

After a long time, the two fell into the sea, and the blood on the two of them stained the sea water red, but Ning Chuan did not dare to stay, drifting with the sea water all the way, and the wind and snow clothes in his arms had already fainted because of his serious injuries.

The sky gradually brightened, the morning sun sprinkled on the sea, and Ning Chuan also floated to the shore with a wind and snow suit.

After nearly a month of sleeplessness, and being severely injured by Long Feihu, Ning Chuan felt that the whole person was about to faint.

With a slight gasp, Ning Chuan took out a small jade bottle from the storage ring, took out the green juice, and helped the wind and snow clothes to use it, and he himself also took an item Restoration Pill and took it to restore the Yuan Force in his body.

After helping Feng Xueyi bandage the wound on Hao's shoulder, Feng Xueyi slowly opened his eyes, with tears in his eyes, gently raised his hands, stroked Ning Chuan's face, and said softly: "Ning Chuan...... I...... I miss you so much!"

Because her current state is very weak, her voice is not loud, but it makes Ning Chuan's tears burst out of her eyes, this sentence, he has waited too long!

"Xueyi, you remember me!

The whole body was trembling, Feng Xueyi moved his mouth, but he couldn't say a word anymore, smiled weakly, and fainted again.

It's like an epiphany, but for Ning Chuan, it's enough, at least it proves that Long Feihu's words are wrong, the wind and snow clothes are still the wind and snow clothes, and she is not anyone.

After recovering his strength a little, Ning Chuan hugged the wind and snow suit and walked outside, and after a while, a small village appeared in front of him.

The bloody appearance of the two quickly attracted the attention of the villagers, and soon people surrounded them.

"This kid, what did you do!"

An aunt ran over and hugged the wind and snow clothes, but Ning Chuan's heart was relieved, and she spread it directly on the ground, panting heavily: "Save her...... Save her......"

The more he spoke, the quieter he became, and his mental overdraft made him unable to support it anymore and fainted.

In the darkness, he dreamed of his father's voice again, and the appearance of his mother's sweet smile in a daze, and when he wanted to see his mother's appearance clearly, he disappeared into the darkness.

"Mother!

Struggling suddenly, Ning Chuan suddenly opened his eyes, and there were already two lines of tears on his face.

"Kid, what's wrong!"

A woman of fifty or sixty years old walked over slowly, with a kind smile on her face, handed over the bowl in her hand, and said softly: "Drink it, these are good for your injuries!"

After taking the big bowl and drinking the bitter medicinal tea, Ning Chuan said with a smile: "Thank you, Auntie, how is she in Xueyi?"

Before entering this village, Ning Chuan knew that these people were ordinary people, so he was not worried, but now what he was worried about was the situation of Fengxueyi.

Theoretically, after taking the green juice, the snow suit will not be in danger of life, but this is a theory after all, Ning Chuan wants to hear the situation of the snow suit with his own ears.

"Child, don't worry, that girl's body is fine!"

The aunt signaled Ning Chuan not to be excited, paused, and said slowly: "I just don't know why, she refuses to wake up, she is still in a coma!"

"Still unconscious?"

Ning Chuan frowned, this was not a good sign, and he couldn't help but be a little worried.

Slowly got out of bed, and with the support of the aunt, Ning Chuan slowly came to the residence of Fengxueyi.

She lay quietly on the bed, her face ruddy, and the wound on her shoulder had recovered, but her brow was slightly frowned.

"Kid, you're the legendary immortal, aren't you? Otherwise, why are you recovering so fast?"

The aunt stood aside and said a little nervously, but Ning Chuan was stunned, in Nanling, in Zhongzhou, even the most backward villages, they would know about the existence of cultivators, listening to the meaning of the aunt, it seemed that they didn't know about cultivators.

Smiling slightly, Ning Chuan checked Feng Xueyi's body, and after finding that there was no major problem, he said: "Auntie, we are not immortals, we are just cultivators, we were chased and killed by the enemy, and we came here after falling off the cliff!"

"That's the Immortals!"

After listening to this, the aunt was more sure of the thoughts in her heart, and looked at Ning Chuan's eyes with a little more respect, but Ning Chuan didn't dare to dare to hang the name of Shangxian on herself, and hurriedly told the aunt the names of him and Feng Xueyi.

After helping Feng Xueyi tidy up the quilt, Ning Chuan didn't stay longer, and left the room with the eldest mother, and asked the eldest mother about the situation of this village outside.

This aunt, surnamed Hao, this village, called Qingxin Village, has existed for countless years, and has been farming here for generations, no one has ever gone out, let alone any cultivators.

"Then no one has ever come in here?"

Ning Chuan was a little puzzled, such a place can be said to be isolated from the world, it is really too rare.

"Nope!"

Aunt Hao shook her head and said affirmatively.

"That'...... Aunt Hao, can you let me stay here for a while?"

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the trees are shady, and the villagers are kind, like a paradise, Ningchuan temporarily got up and couldn't help but want to stay here for a while.

In fact, the reason why he wanted to stay, and a large part of it, was because the wind and snow clothes were here.

Feng Xueyi had eroded her mind by the demonic cultivators, and with the help of these villagers, it was likely that she would be able to evoke her previous memories.

Although I don't know if it will work, but no matter what, Ning Chuan has to give it a try.

"Of course!"

Aunt Hao agreed, this is a curiosity about Ning Chuan, and it is also a respect for the "immortals".

Three days passed like this, Aunt Hao brought food and medicinal tea to Ning Chuan every day, and Ning Chuan also finished eating, in fact, Aunt Hao didn't know that as a cultivator, Ning Chuan could not eat or drink, it was enough to absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

However, it is worth mentioning that Aunt Hao's medicinal tea, Su Ri'an did not help Ning Chuan's injury, but faintly, Ning Chuan felt more peaceful.

After the injury healed, Ning Chuan did not nest in the house, but came to the head of the village and messed with a group of children.

They were very curious about Ning Chuan, and Ning Chuan would also show Yuan Li from time to time and take things from the air, which made them greatly amazed, so soon, Ning Chuan became the "child king" in the village!

"Brother Chuan, you are so powerful, you will definitely be able to defeat the fierce beasts outside!"

A seven or eight-year-old child looked adoring, blinked his big clear eyes, and said loudly.

"Don't talk nonsense, what if you attract the beast!"

The other child immediately covered his mouth and whispered.

"What beasts? Are there any beasts around here?"

Squatting down, Ning Chuan asked suspiciously.

There are only four or five hundred people in this village, and all of them are ordinary people, if there is a demon beast attacking, they will definitely not be able to resist it.

"Damn! I almost put my life in it, this time it's really mysterious!"

When the children wanted to speak, a hearty voice came from outside the entrance of the village, and as far as the eye could see, a group of people were holding all kinds of rudimentary weapons in their hands, and they were slowly walking over, and behind them, carrying two stretchers, one tiger and one wounded.

Holding a child in one hand, Ning Chuan walked over slowly, the injured man's breath was weak, Ning Chuan could help, he would not let him die in vain, after all, the people here were so kind, they saved his life.