"Master......"

Feng Wu knelt down on the spot and cried loudly, tears like pearls with broken threads, one after another.

In her heart, Feng Ya's situation, even if Zhang Dong used the Heaven Devouring Divine Dragon to lift the seal for her, and then took the Dao Pill of the Dao of Immortality, there was no way to succeed in cultivating the Dao, after all, it was impossible for a dead person to succeed in cultivating the Dao.

In other words, Feng Yazhen has no hope of life.

"Good apprentice, don't cry, don't cry, monks are going to die, Master has lived for nearly 100 million years, and he doesn't have much regret, the reason why Master was frightened just now was that he couldn't believe that death came so quickly." Feng Ya is a monk who has cultivated to the eighth level of the Bubble Girl Patriarch, and her heart is extremely tough, so she quickly calmed down and comforted Feng Wu softly.

"Woo ......"

Where can Feng Wu stop the sorrow? I continued to choke up, tears welling up.

Feng Xiangyu also burst into tears, projected her expectant gaze on Feng Aoxiang's face, and said, "Ancestor, is there no way?" ”

"How? I don't know. However, if you can get a ginseng fruit now and take it, you may be able to bring the dead back to life, after all, ginseng fruit is the spiritual root of heaven and earth, which is more effective than peach, and the medicinal power is easier to absorb. Feng Aoxiang said in an uncertain tone.

"Let's go, let's go to Wuzhuang Temple, and we must ask for a ginseng fruit." Feng Xiangyu stood up and said resolutely, she believed that with her identity as the master of the Fengmen Sect, it would not be difficult to ask for a ginseng fruit.

"It's useless, the ginseng fruit of Wuzhuang Guan is not ripe yet. The medicinal effect of unripe ginseng fruit is not even as good as that of peach, and the medicinal power is more difficult to absorb. Feng Aoxiang sighed and said, "And in another year, it is estimated that the ripe ginseng fruit will be useless." ”

As soon as she heard this, Feng Wu cried even louder, and Feng Xiangyu also sat down dejectedly, covering her face and crying.

Feng Ya also looked gloomy, her heart was full of reluctance, she was reluctant to leave this world, she was reluctant to fall like this, she had been cultivating for nearly 100 million years, and she was one step away from the ninth level of the Pickle Girl Master.

"I have a ripe ginseng fruit here, but I'm worried that it won't work." After Zhang Dong finished hesitatingly, a human-shaped fruit appeared in his hand, like a child the size of a fist, white and tender, fluffy, reflecting the crystal light under the illumination of the light, and an intoxicating fragrance had already risen into the air.

This is indeed a ginseng fruit, now the fruit tree of life in the medicine garden in Zhang Dong's body has spread to the end of the world, most of them have produced ginseng fruits, a small number of ginseng fruits have matured, his relatives and lovers basically take one a day, dare not use more, after all, even if there is the moisture of spiritual soil and spiritual spring, the fruit tree of life will bloom in three years, bear fruit in three years, mature in three years, and take a total of nine years. A ginseng fruit tree produces 30 ginseng fruits in nine years, and the number is really not much, but fortunately, the number of trees is large, so it can barely be supplied as a fruit every day.

And it was precisely because of such a top-level heaven and earth elixir to take every day that Zhang Dong's cultivation could progress so quickly.

"God, it's really a ripe ginseng fruit?"

Feng Soaring Feng Xiangyu jumped up from the ground and greedily breathed in this aroma, because a few breaths can live for dozens or hundreds of years.

The two even wanted to rush over and snatch the ginseng fruit and take it, so that they might be able to break through to the Pickle Girl Grandmaster, but Zhang Dong is their clansman, and he is the first day of the earth, and after only thirty years of cultivation, he has found 14 kinds of Dao, among which is the way of immortality, which is the hope of the Feng clan, his treasure, they can't snatch it anyway, not to mention, Zhang Dong took out the ginseng fruit, which was obviously given to Feng Ya, who had lost all his longevity, how could they snatch it.

Feng Ya's delicate body kept trembling, and her heart was beating wildly, the ginseng fruit is a top-level heaven and earth elixir, much more precious than the peach, after all, the ginseng fruit can not only extend the life span of nearly 50,000 years, but also repair the dark wounds in the body, and can increase the probability of breaking the bottleneck of the Bubble Girl Patriarch level by 50%, such a treasure, after anyone gets it, it is impossible to take it out for others to see, because one is not good, it is a monstrous disaster.

However, Zhang Dong has now taken it out!

Zhang Dong looked at Feng Ya with a regretful gaze and said, "This ginseng fruit was also obtained by accident by me, only this one, you hurry up and take it to see if it is useful?" ”

"Cold winter, I, I don't dare to accept such a precious gift from you, if it doesn't work, I'm a sinner in Fengmen, you still put it away." Although Feng Ya was eager to take the ginseng fruit immediately and take it, she still sensibly did not do so.

Zhang Dong turned his face blank and said angrily: "What a sinner, this is my personal treasure, I can use it however I want." ”

Feng Ya still shook her head and said, "However, if you stay, wait until you cultivate to the eighth or ninth level of the Pickle Girl Patriarch, and then take it, then you can break through a bottleneck, after all, you are a peerless genius who surpasses Pangu, but I will be ruined if I take it." ”

Zhang Dong's face showed a look of pride, and he said confidently: "I don't need such a heaven and earth elixir at all, I only need less than a thousand years to cultivate to the Pickle Girl Grandmaster." Taking 10,000 steps back, I need a breakthrough in ginseng fruit, is it not easy for me to get ginseng fruit? Zhen Huiyuan is my wife. ”

Feng Ya snorted and laughed, "Didn't you say just now that Zhen Huiyun wasn't your wife?" ”

Zhang Dong didn't blush and said: "My future wife, I'm going to pursue her, do you think she can't like me?" ”

Everyone, including Feng Ya, was stunned, too, if a genius like Zhang Dong really pursued Zhen Huiyuan, he might not be able to pursue it.

Since she had such an idea, this ginseng fruit was not so important, and Feng Ya's mind became lively, and she whispered: "Cold winter, then you put forward a condition......

Zhang Dong's face showed an evil color, and he asked, "Do you agree to any conditions?" ”

Feng Ya blushed rarely, and said coquettishly: "Of course, it doesn't include making promises with your body." ”

Zhang Donghu looked at her suspiciously, unable to understand whether she reminded him to mention such a condition, or asked him not to mention such a condition, after all, it is difficult to guess a woman's mind.

After thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't tell, so she hugged Feng Wu, who had wiped away her tears and looked at the ginseng fruit with expectant eyes, into her arms, and said in her ear: "Baby, is what you said your master true or false?" ”

Although his voice was very low, the three of them were all super masters, so they naturally heard it clearly, Feng Aoxiang laughed, Feng Xiangyu covered her mouth and snickered, but Feng Ya's face turned even redder.

Feng Wu looked at Feng Ya carefully, and said coquettishly: "Husband, I can't see it, my master is very deep." I don't think it's better to waste time, hurry up. ”

Zhang Dong nodded, put the ginseng fruit in Feng Ya's palm, and said, "Elder Ya, who do you think of me?" I'm not a coercion. No conditions, no remuneration. ”

"If I had promised you that you could do anything, I guess you wouldn't have said that, would you?" After Feng Yajiao finished smiling, she threw a wink at Zhang Dong, and said teasingly: "Actually, I reminded you of what I said just now, who told you to waste the opportunity?" ”

Zhang Dong was stunned, then beat his chest and sighed.

This is just to ease the heavy atmosphere, his heart is bright, Feng Ya's words are teasing him, whether the words just now are a reminder or a rejection, only God knows.

Feng Yawan smiled, sat down cross-legged, took the ginseng fruit with a graceful posture, and then closed her eyes cross-legged to refine the medicinal power.

Everyone watched silently, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Because no one is sure that the ginseng fruit can save Feng Ya!

(The third more is delivered, asking for a monthly ticket and a red ticket.) ）