Bai Bing didn't have any worries, "Use the Xuanbing coffin to freeze the whole person!."

Zamu let out an "oh", obviously, he had heard of the Xuanbing coffin, "The Snow Clan will actually lend the Xuanbing coffin to you." ”

He was silent for a while, and then said, "The blood Gu has developed to more than twenty days, I'm afraid he shouldn't be able to get out of bed, right?" Now in the Xuanbing Coffin, you can go and find a way to save him as much as you want, but once he leaves the Xuanbing Coffin, there are less than fifteen days left......

Don't say that Xue Jincheng can't even get out of bed now, even if it is a normal time, it is impossible to practice an exercise on the fifteenth.

Mu Zi only felt that as she searched, one road after another gradually closed in front of her, making it more and more difficult for her to move an inch.

"Hey!" Zamu sighed deeply.

Mu Zi and Bai Bing walked slowly through the jungle.

It had been half a day since they left the tribe of Zam, and they had been walking aimlessly for half a day.

The jungle was overgrown with shrubs, the trees were dense, and there was no road at all, but Mu Zi didn't care about what obstacles were in front of him, just walked almost straight, and Bai Bing followed cautiously behind.

There was a hundred-year-old tree in front of it, with lush branches and leaves, and it took three people to hug it, Bai Bing almost thought that Mu Zi wanted to split the tree with one palm and then continue to walk in a "straight line".

Mu Zi stopped in front of the ancient tree.

"What to do? I can't help it! Mu Zi murmured to the bark ditch and the ravine, the ancient tree full of vicissitudes.

"If only I could take him to the Tianxuan Continent."

"Such a small Gu poison actually stumped me." Mu Zi raised her hand and looked at her palms, which were white and soft, without a single callus or wound.

Compared to her emaciated but powerful hands in the past, these hands were like a work of art, beautiful but useless.

Mu Zimeng's palm slammed into the trunk of the tree.

She didn't use internal force or aura, so she nailed her beautiful hands three inches into the trunk of the tree.

Bai Bing opened his mouth in horror, but did not make any sound.

Bright red blood flowed down the furrow of the ancient tree's brown bark, and Mu Zi watched quietly, not as if it didn't hurt at all.

"Snap" suddenly something fell from the trunk of the tree.

Bai Bing turned his head to look.

It's a bird's egg. It should have been shaken down by Mu Zi.

Bai Bing cautiously glanced at Mu Zi, who was motionless, walked to the bird's egg with light steps, and squatted down gently.

The egg was the size of a quail egg, but it was much rounder than a quail egg, and the color was close to the color of the egg, a faint red.

The soil in the jungle was soft and there were dead leaves on it, but the egg was intact. Bai Bing picked up the bird egg and put it in the purse around his waist.

Bai Bing walked up to Mu Zi, gently touched Mu Zi's arm, and seeing that she didn't react, he carefully moved her hand that was still in the trunk.

The palm of her hand was already blurred with flesh and blood, and there were many bark sawdust in it, Bai Bing didn't know what to do with it for a while, she whispered to Mu Zi, "Sister......"

Mu Zi didn't react, so she whispered again, Mu Zi turned her head slightly, looking at Bai Bing with a worried face. The little girl has been following her obediently these days, without complaining.