Li Yi's heart was full of sadness, and it seemed that everything was lost in the uproar of being knocked away.

All of it.

When he was slapped by Feng Yan, this was a humiliation that Li Yi had never suffered.

When he fell to the point where he could not fall again, a trace of clarity suddenly appeared in Li Yi's mind.

It seems that due to the hallucination, a similar scene appeared in the Heavenly Tribulation.

It was a myriad of thin threads, cutting the heavens and the earth. emanating from oneself, connecting heaven and earth.

Li Yi saw the thin threads on himself and Feng Bai's bodies, but Xue Nu had countless thin threads connected to Li Yi's body.

Is that why I'm grieving?

Li suddenly understood the meaning of the thin line, and a fine light erupted in his eyes.

The four small swords flew out of their bodies again, trying to cut the threads that connected Feng Tong to everything in the world.

But that thread is nothing, and it cannot be cut off by the real thing. All the sword bodies did not touch Feng Tong's body, and it was the same void thread on Li Yi's body that was connected to the sword that severed the connection with Feng Tong's body.

The cutting of lines and lines paid for Li Yi's life.

Only the power of the long river of life makes that silk thread sharp, enough to cut all the silk threads connected with the wind.

But Li Yi also reached the point of running out of oil and drying up the lamp, and he was originally eighteen or nineteen years old, but he had gray hair.

"Ahem......" Li Yi couldn't help coughing when he saw that Feng Tong had finally lost his breath of life.

The feeling of dying made every inch of Li Yi's body move extremely slowly.

"Also...... There is breath!" Li Yi moved towards the place where Xue Nu was shot away, but found that Xue Nu still had a little breath on the tip of his nose, and his whole body trembled.

"Alive! alive!" Li Yi trembled and took out the wound medicine from his storage bag and gave it to Xue Nu.

The originally faint breath slowly stabilized, and the collapsed sternum was difficult for ordinary people to repair, but it was not an injury that was difficult for monks to heal.

Li Yi took out a little medicine from his storage bag, but found that it was to no avail.

The physical injuries can be healed, but the lost longevity cannot be returned.

Li paused and slapped his cloudy brain hard, trying to get rid of the dullness that was entrenched in the boy's run-in, but now it was so difficult to even put down his hand.

Aging can wear down a person's willpower, especially if they lose their vitality in an instant.

"Let's go. I'll take you out. ”

Li Yi spent a huge amount of strength to tie Xue Nu behind him, used the sword of Ugin as a crutch, and walked in the direction of the Suoling River in his memory.

The Suoling River was a hundred miles away from where Li Yi was, and this distance was like a moat for Li Yi now, and Li Yi couldn't remember how many times he had fallen, how many marks his body had been cut by thorns, and how much blood had flowed out.

There were more and more lights in the sky, and they were all attracted by the corpses that were strewn across the trees.

But they found that all the dead were monks from the Western Regions, and there were even Feng Yan in the middle of the Jindan Stage!

Although Feng Yan's strength in Fengyun Sect is low, he has always had a strong ability to save his life.

When he died, he was still wearing his spirit turtle shell.

Regarding this group of Southern Regions cultivators, the danger level instantly increased by several levels!

The mid-stage monks of Jindan already represent insecurity, which makes the manpower of the search a little stretched.

From the beginning, I became a little cringe, after all, no one wants to throw away their lives.

Li Yi moved around the forest wearing Xue Nu, which undoubtedly attracted the attention of the passing monks.

But as soon as Li reined in his breath, he became an old man who was about to die, dragging his seriously ill granddaughter.

Li Yi's appearance can't help but make people believe that he is an old man, and no murderer will leave the battlefield slowly.

It was Li Yi who walked around the mountains without attracting the attention of the monks. After only a slight sweep, he stopped paying attention.

Li Yi's thin, narrow and pitch-black sword body was no different from an ordinary crutch.

After spending nearly six more hours, Li Yi almost exhausted all his physical strength and plunged headlong into the churning Suoling River.

When the monks couldn't find anyone anywhere, Li Yi drifted down the river in the already dark night.

"Master host, there are people floating in the river!"

"Save him. ”

"But I can't swim, and what if it's a bad guy. ”

"Hehe, Tianxin, you will save them. ”

Li Yi felt as if he had been banished to the Infernal Hell, and everything was extremely dark.

There is no light. Suddenly, there was a high and low sound in my ears.

The high one has a childlike voice, immature and crisp, making people feel extremely relaxed, and the low one is wide and hoarse, making people feel like a spring breeze, and the whole body is warm and comfortable.

It's just that Li Yi felt so tired that he never had the strength to open that layer of eyelids, and those two voices dimmed again in Li Yi's perception.

I don't know how long it took to be in this confusion, Li suddenly felt a burst of heat on his forehead, and a hard thing pried his mouth open.

A stream of heat flowed into his body, and that heat seemed to be full of beating spirits, with unparalleled vitality. It seemed that Li Yi's withered body was about to come back to life.

There are no words to describe this feeling, it is a refreshing feeling that comes from the depths of the soul.

"Ah......h

"Master, he's awake!" the leaping child's voice sounded again.

"Tianxin, be quiet in the Buddha Hall. The broad, kind voice sounded again.

"Buddha Hall?" Li Yi felt that his body had regained its strength, and finally opened his eyes.

What catches your eye is two shiny overheads.

One small and one big. The small one has a pair of big smart eyes, one hand grasps the sleeve, and the face is full of excitement.

The big ones seemed to be wrinkled everywhere except the top of the head, and the eyes were small and small, deeply sunk in the wrinkles of the eyes.

Monk?

"Did you save me?" Li Yi struggled to get up, he didn't expect that when he woke up, he saw two monks, one big and one small.

Looking around, it seems to be in a dilapidated house.

Except for the bright and clean windows, all the other places seemed to be as old as the monk in front of them, and only this little monk, who was less than six or seven years old, seemed to add life to this lifeless place.

"Amitabha, donor, it was your own innermost obsession that saved you, and the poor monk only gave a little help. The old monk clasped his hands together and chanted.

"Master host, you are talking nonsense! Obviously I saved him!" The six or seven-year-old child suddenly pointed at Li Yi, with a puffed up look on his face, looking extremely cute.

The unfathomable expression on the old monk's face froze instantly, and after a few breaths, he stretched out his thin hand and stroked the bald head that seemed to have just been shaved.

Li Yi looked at the two people in front of him, but found that there was no trace of anyone else around him, and he couldn't help but struggle to stand up, "Where is she!"