"Senior sister, how are you?"

"Senior sister, what's wrong?"

Uncle Shi and Shi Zu asked out loud at the same time.

Shi Bozu lowered his head and covered his chest, stretched out his other hand and waved: "It's nothing!"

Uncle Shi didn't believe it: "It's okay, senior sister, the aura in your body is running around, and your cultivation has inexplicably damaged two layers, how can this be okay?"

The ancestor asked uncertainly, "Senior sister, you shouldn't have used concentric runes, right?"

Use concentric symbols, work with the other person, and the cultivation is also universal, if one party's cultivation is greatly reduced, then it will also have a great impact on the other party.

What a song, it's good!

He actually gave up his persistence for many years, forgot the unforgettable hatred back then, and reneged on the oath he had made in the past, just for a Chu Yuanyang.

She poured out her heart and lungs for him, lest he enter the silent forest and be unfortunately killed, and used concentric talismans on him, but she didn't expect him to repay her like this.

Fortunately, she kept an eye on it at the time, and at the same time used the concentric talisman to lock the cultivation in the jade slip and handed it to him, instead of sharing the cultivation with him, otherwise, it would not be as simple as only losing two layers of cultivation.

Sure enough, it's a white-eyed wolf that can't be raised!

Hmph, Ge'er, do you think you gave her the cultivation in advance, and I can't do anything about her?

I will make you pay for your decision today.

.......。

"Senior Sister Ruan, what's wrong?" Ruan Ziling, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, covering her heart with a miserable face, and Su Manyin couldn't help asking.

Ignoring Su Manyin's question, Ruan Ziling hurriedly took out something and held it in the palm of her hand, closed her eyes, and silently spit out a string of characters in her mouth, and when she opened her eyes again, her eyes were blood-red.

"Chu, Yuan, Yang!" The tone of the three words squeezed out of between the teeth had been distorted, like the aftermath of a beast's roar, and it sounded really creepy.

"Senior Sister Ruan, where are you going?"

The purple shadow flickered, and in the blink of an eye, Ruan Ziling disappeared in place, and Su Manyin, who had chased two steps, shouted at the purple shadow, and there was no response as expected.

.........。

"Hiss!" The figure in green clothes that had been buried by the heavy snow moved on the snow.

Dai's eyebrows frowned, her eyes opened in pain, and her pupils, which shone brighter than the stars, turned around, and couldn't see anything in the white expanse in front of her, only then did she realize that she was buried in the snow.

shook his heavy head, slowly stood up from the ground, shook the snow on his body, and his memory gradually returned, but he only vaguely remembered that there were two wind songs, and what happened behind him was not very clear.

"The wind is gone!" she shouted as she straightened her head.

The voice is full of breath and travels far away.

But he shouted more than a dozen times in a row, and there was no response.

She didn't know why she was suddenly in the snow, but she thought it must have something to do with those two wind songs.

Thinking about it again, this matter was all caused by the phantom, and after he picked up the phantom, the wind left the song appeared, and then it didn't take long for another wind to leave the song to appear.

Yes, it must be a phantom!

Hands are faster than brains, reaching out from the storage purse to retrieve the illusion, but after rummaging for a while, they find nothing.

She obviously put the phantom in the storage purse, why is it gone?

I couldn't think of it, I just wanted to ask Bi Fang and Nan Ke, and I remembered that Nan Ke had dissipated, and Bi Fang had fallen into chaos, where could I respond to her.

There was another sadness in my heart!

I was just about to withdraw the divine consciousness that had penetrated into the spiritual sea, but I found that the spiritual sea had been expanded again, and the spiritual energy in the spiritual sea was very vigorous.

Yuan Infant is at its peak?

She couldn't believe it, but after a little sleep, her cultivation was promoted from the third layer of Jindan to the peak of Yuanying, what the hell is going on?

After another physical examination, it was found that there was nothing abnormal except for some discomfort in the private parts.

If she can't figure out what she can't figure out, she doesn't plan to think about it, the most important thing at this moment is to find Feng Lige first.

The falling snowflakes gradually grew bigger, and everywhere they could be seen was the same color, the snow was soft and soft, she had cultivation in her body, her steps were naturally light, and her footsteps did not leave a trace on the snow.

I tried to enlarge my senses to search, and after a long time, I finally felt a faint breath.

She didn't care whether the owner of the breath was friend or foe, and stopped on a flat snow with the breath.

The ghost made the god crouch down and dig with her bare hands, at this moment, she forgot to use cultivation, and forgot that she was a primordial infant monk.

His fingers were cut by the ice slag at the bottom, staining the white snow particles red, and the movements of his hands did not stop due to the injury to their fingers, but accelerated the action of digging up the snow.

Until her eyes touched the corner of her purple clothes, her body began to tremble inexplicably, and the movements of her hands unconsciously began to become cautious.

Gently peeling off the snow blocks piled up on Ziyi's body, revealing the hair corresponding to the snowflakes, his fingers resting on the head covered by the snow-white hair.

Drops of bright red blood ran down her fingertips and dripped into Huafa, and the muscles on Huafa's owner's body moved, although she didn't see it, she felt it.

He took a deep breath and mustered up the greatest courage to brush away the white hair that covered his face, even if he was mentally prepared, he was still stunned on the spot.

The skin was shriveled, deep wrinkles covered the whole face like knife wounds, and bean-sized age spots lay on the loose skin like black insects.

This is the face of an octogenarian!

"The wind... Brother Feng... Wind... Wind... Brother.... There was not a single tear, but the previously crisp voice became hoarse and dull, losing its former indifference and calmness, revealing the sadness of various emotions intertwined.

"Feng Lige, you wake me up, wake up, tell me what's going on!" The voice was heavy nasal like a cold, although it was an angry question, but the movement of the hand shaking was cautious.

After she called many times to no avail, she took out a small purple fruit from the storage money bag and stuffed it into the mouth of the person in her arms.

After thinking about it, he pulled the fruit out of his mouth, put it in his own mouth and chewed it, and passed it into his mouth.

Then he gathered the aura in his hand and continued to inject the aura into his depleted spiritual sea.

Long!

Finally saw a little effect, and the person in his arms slowly opened his eyes.

"You'd better explain to me, what's going on, why have all your cultivation gone, but why has my cultivation increased so much?" asked viciously, with a hideous expression, but the hand holding him was extremely gentle.

This is no longer the Chu Yuanyang that the world is familiar with.

"I'm ugly, am I?" The old Feng Lige smiled silently, although it was no longer as bright and moving as it used to be, but in Chu Yuanyang's eyes, it was still the beautiful Fengli Song that was back then.

"I'll talk to you about beauty and ugliness later, but you can make it clear to me. Chu Yuanyang had a straight face, his eyes were red and scary, but he still didn't see a tear.

The spiritual sea is exhausted, the essence is lost, and there is only one way to die.