A whirlpool appeared under the small tree with the thickness of the bowl, gathering a whirlpool of spiritual power, swallowing immeasurable spiritual power.

Pure spiritual power poured out of the grass one after another from nowhere.

The whirlpool turned into a short, pocket-sized tornado that danced across the white-robed boy's chest.

The spiritual wind roared, and under the white robe of the white-robed young man, the bright red sturdy heart suddenly seemed to open the mouth of a black hole, silently devouring the spiritual energy tornado.

Wu Chen didn't feel that the aura had changed, after all, his general's body had already been filled with aura, and what he was always worried about was not how to absorb the aura but to prevent the aura from entering the body, Wu Ling's situation was very different, when the aura vortex appeared, Wu Ling opened his mouth and stomach widely, swallowed the flat lower abdomen of the sea and swallowed the mountain, and suddenly absorbed the pure aura, for fear that he would be snatched by the other party if he took a slow breath of aura.

Looking at Wu Ling's perceptible cultivation that was constantly swallowing spiritual power, the middle stage of the Xuanshi, the late stage of the Xuanshi, and the peak of the Xuanshi, even the threshold of the Xuanwang that ordinary talent Xuanxiu could not cross in his lifetime was also broken by Wu Ling like drinking cold water.

Wu Chen, who is not strange, has long been accustomed to this, but fortunately, the cultivation ended in the early stage of King Xuan, Wu Ling stopped ingesting aura, and the tornado of Xuanli on the chest of the white-robed young man not far away also gradually changed, and the absorption was completed, and the timing was not fast or slow, Wu Chen seemed to hear a dog barking.

The white-robed man lying flat on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and there was no evil in his eyes, but only cold silence. At the moment when the white-robed young man opened his eyes, the strange wooden statue in the small temple seemed to come to life, the half-open and half-open eyebrows and vertical pupils suddenly closed, and the vertical pupils seemed to disappear, leaving a shallow white mark, and the wooden statue closed its eyes, which was really weird. It's just that Wu Chen, who is in the vertical pupil space, can't see it.

The white-robed young man was originally the white man who followed Wu Chen's heels into the magic circle on the top of the mountain, but he didn't know why he was lying in this place at this moment.

Bai Yan stood up leaning, but his head was shaking from side to side, as if something in his mind was constantly entangled and fighting.

It's not fast, it's not slow, but in an instant, Bai Yan completely stabilized his figure, squinting at Wu Chen and Wu Ling.

Wu Chen found that the appearance of the white-robed young man had changed slightly, and the originally slightly pointed jaw had become as round and smooth as a pebble, and there were faint white marks at the center of his eyebrows.

The more the gaze moved down, the more frightened he became, the white robe under the neck was covered with blood and ink, which was particularly dazzling, the heart was scarlet, and the most palpitating was the white sleeve of the white man's right arm, as if he was soaked in blood, and the blood was dripping with dark red blood beads, and the entire right arm was empty, as if it had been bitten off by some kind of mysterious beast.

The white-robed young man who stood up again suddenly smiled at Wu Chen, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Wu Chen always felt that the white-robed young man was somewhat familiar, not the white-robed young man on the jade platform of Xuanhu Lake, but the white-robed young man in front of him, the same body, two different people, not the appearance of the white-robed young man, but an indescribable familiar habit, just like Wu Chen's love frowning, and the white-robed young man's slightly squinting eyes.

Until the white-robed young man smiled at him, Wu Chen almost slapped his thigh and pointed at the other party's nose and shouted, "Aren't you the one, the person with Erlang's legs full of immodest wooden statues?"

I don't know what time it was, it may have been half a moment ago, or it could have been a moment ago, in short, the figure of the white-robed man disappeared abruptly, disappearing under the tree at the mouth of the emerald leaf umbrella cover.

The center of the canopy where the bright red heart was originally hung is now empty, but the small tree itself is glowing with a strange light after losing the heart under the crown, and the whole body has become multicolored glass, which is not inferior to the brilliance that Wu Chen saw in the broken temple at the moment when the strange wooden statue opened its vertical pupils.

It seems to be a small tree at the mouth of the bowl after getting rid of the suppression of the heart, at a speed visible to the naked eye, rising thicker and thicker, rising higher and higher, and becoming more and more luxuriant.

One zhang, ten zhang, one hundred zhang, and a thousand zhang, rose to the sea of clouds in the sky that Wu Chen could not see, and the small tree at the mouth of the bowl became a glazed sacred tree, the sacred tree stopped growing, and suddenly began to accumulate strength, and a large amount of spiritual energy continued to pour into the colorful branches.

"One, two, three...... It wasn't until the ninth moment that the aura was stopped, and the tree suddenly rose up.

The sound of "Block!" was like hitting something hard, and then the cracking sound of "Tear!" was heard.

A large amount of black light, gray mist poured into the green space under his feet one after another, Wu Chen did not do and react, he felt a burst of coldness in his palm, under the coldness was a silky softness and milk-like smoothness, looking back, Wu Ling's hand was tightly clamped on his right hand, and before he could stand firm, his body shook violently.

Wu Ling was holding Wu Chen and running towards the gray mist.

An avant-garde electric sound of "Zila, Zila" sounded, and Wu Chen, who entered the gray mist, found that there was a slight electric shock on the surface of his exposed skin, which was crispy and numb.

The gray mist is still gray mist, and after releasing his divine sense, he still hasn't entered an inch, but Wu Ling is not affected at all, Wu Chen frowned a little, and there was a sound of collapse behind him, like the sky was falling apart.

Suddenly, the feeling of his feet in the air and his whole body hanging high in the air made Wu Chen's heart also raise his throat, followed by a sudden fall with the "whirring" wind.

Wu Chen didn't know how long it had been, in short, it had been falling, falling, Wu Ling's cold and thin hands didn't know when to pull it away, and Wu Chen couldn't feel the slightest breath of Wu Ling, but Wu Chen felt that he could even be sure that the other party was beside him, and he could reach out and touch it.

"Plop" fell into the water, and I was surprised to find that there was no obstruction between breathing and breathing, and there was no sense of obstruction in breathing.

The body fell rapidly, and it continued to fall.

"Bang!" sounded, Wu Chen's buttocks were the first to touch the ground, and what came into his brain was a feeling of pain that was torn apart, and the entire lower jaw seemed to have been cut into one petal after another.

Suddenly opened his eyes, but it was no longer full of darkness, the white light directly hit his eyes a little dazzling, looked up at the round of hanging high above the sky, a warm and comfortable feeling came into his body, Wu Chen only felt that the day was extremely kind at the moment, and he didn't care about anything else, he straightened up and made a big shape, and lay on the unknown ground under him.

There was a slight snoring sound, and the exhausted Wu Chen's sturdy body floated together and fell asleep. Wu Chen felt very comfortable, not only the physical exhaustion was dissolved, but also the tension and high body and mind were completely relaxed.