Chu Yuanyang thought about it, and couldn't help but feel a deep sadness in his heart, and he leaned towards Linghai with the last trace of fantasy.

Nan Ke was gone, and Bi Fang turned into the fireball he first saw and fell into chaos.

"Nanke, senior...!" called tentatively a few times, but there was no response as expected.

Her heart sank to the bottom at the moment, and the chill she emitted was enough to frostbite her nerves, which were already about to die.

Presumably, the glimmer of light that protected her at the critical moment was Nan Ke's last trace of strength, he was originally transformed by consciousness, and he needed spiritual energy to nourish the spirit body, once the power in the spirit body was dissipated, then, he would also die.

He could obviously abandon her at the time of the catastrophe and fend for himself, although without the nourishment of her spiritual sea, he would gradually disappear, but this is a long process, it is better than such an innocent death.

"How are you?" Seeing that her face was pale and she looked in pain, Feng Lige asked worriedly.

Chu Yuanyang shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's nothing!"

The thick sadness emanated from the inside out, Feng Lige naturally wouldn't believe what she said, but she didn't know what was going on, so she thought about it before she spoke: "No matter what, at least we are still alive, and there is hope when we are alive, isn't it?"

There is hope to be alive!

I don't know if this sentence is for her or for herself.

After staying in place for two days, Chu Yuanyang took some pills to make up for the lost aura, and the injuries on his body were healed under the urging of Feng Lige.

At this time, her cultivation was completely at the third layer of Jindan, and if she was alone, she was cultivated to the third layer of Yuanying which was equivalent to other monks.

The two discussed it for a while, and prepared to explore the neighborhood to see where it was and how to get out.

One hand clenched into a fist, and a muffled sound like a fart came from her hand.

This is the signal that summons the little flower.

It's a pity that I tried more than ten times in a row, but I didn't see Xiaohua's voice.

Well, there are only two reasons.

Either the flower is dead in the attack, or this place is far away from the flower's location.

Obviously, the latter is more likely.

The whole valley is beautiful with green mountains and rivers, and the fragrance of flowers is overflowing, but there is no trace of the breath of living creatures.

The two of them walked farther and farther together, but for safety, the two would return to their original positions to rest as soon as night came.

The whole valley was strange, and although it seemed to be harmonious and peaceful, the invisible crisis forced them to be cautious, and they could only feel at ease where they were in the first place.

"Today we will separate and explore the way, and we will meet here in the evening, so that we can go in more directions. Chu Yuanyang proposed.

Feng Lige immediately vetoed: "No, it's too dangerous." ”

"But...!" Chu Yuanyang still wanted to insist on his opinion.

Feng Lige finished her words: "Even if you go separately, it won't save long." He knew that she was afraid that the golden seal outside would return to normal, then they would be trapped here, and they could only wait for the next opening of the Silent Forest, before they could have a chance to get out.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with being trapped here, at least you don't have to face struggle and unwillingness, as well as the kind of undeserved emotions that are like messy weeds.

Hearing him say this, she no longer insisted, life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, and now she can only resign herself to fate.

Another three or so days passed, and they still found nothing, and they found that this place seemed to be shielded out, and their exploration of the road these days was actually going around in circles here.

Feng Lige threw the question to Chu Yuanyang: "What now?" Since when has he regarded her as an omnipotent god, and has an inexplicable dependence and trust on her.

"It seems that there is a formation set up here, and I don't understand that. Chu Yuanyang replied sullenly.

The two were speechless for a moment.

After a while, Chu Yuanyang looked around with his eyes and said, "Otherwise, if we go around again, maybe we can find something, even if we can't find anything, there are countless spiritual grasses and spiritual fruits here, and we won't return in vain." ”

Feng Lige smiled: "You're not worried!"

Chu Yuanyang let out a long sigh and stood up from the ground: "How can you not worry! Isn't there no way! You can't think about how to get out all day long, it's useless just to think about it." ”

Feng Lige finally got up from the ground, and the two walked one after the other, talking about the clues they were looking for, but in fact, most of them were Feng Lige looking for them, and Chu Yuanyang was picking herbal spirit fruits.

"It's okay, or you can start alchemy here!" Just because of Chu Yuanyang's words, now the two of them have already thrown the matter of going out to the clouds.

The result is a warm picture.

One picks medicine and one alchemy, and from time to time the two get together to discuss and discuss.

After a few more days, the clouds in the sky dispersed to the peak, the sunset dissipated the last afterglow, the dusk and sunset, Chu Yuanyang, who had returned with a full load, walked back to the sandwich road happily, but inadvertently felt a wisp of breeze, although it was very subtle, so subtle that even her hair did not move, but she still felt it.

This place seemed to be no different from the outside world, but apart from being confined like a prison, she couldn't feel a trace of wind, which was why she decided that they must be shrouded in some kind of formation or enchantment.

In ecstasy, he quickly closed his eyes and carefully felt the direction of the wind.

For a moment, he opened his eyes, and with that feeling, he swept in the direction of the sunset.

It was completely dark, and the moon was shining, bright and cold, but it was unusually bright.

After a few long sighs, I came to a small puddle.

The aroma is strong, and the people who smell it are intoxicated and confused.

"That's.... "In the small puddle, there is a purple-red object similar to a lotus, withered branches and no leaves, smelling phantomily.

The ghost sent the god to walk over, gently caress the flower, when looking at the fingers, a purple red, the hand touches it, it will be dyed!

Isn't this the phantom in the owner's mouth!

Overjoyed, he hurriedly reached out to pick it, and then carefully put it into the storage money bag, and walked back with light steps, but he didn't take two steps but met the wind that came to her.

"Look, I've found the Phantom!" she didn't care about anything, and just took out what she had just picked.

Feng Lige looked confused: "Phantom? What is it?"

Chu Yuanyang said with annoyance: "I don't know, didn't you keep asking me what the Zhuang wanted me to do before? ”

Feng Lige's eyes flowed, and he smiled: "Put it away, let's go back!"

Somehow, she felt that today's Fengli Song was even "beautiful and delicious", and a strange feeling arose in her heart that even she couldn't control herself, and her brain was still confused.

I don't know when, she took the initiative to hold his hand, but he unexpectedly shook it off without disgust.

She was ecstatic, and climbed up the rock from his wide sleeves along her wrists, and when she secretly went to see him, she saw that he was still smiling, and her bewitching eyes flashed with connivance.