"Good ......" Lan Wujiang wiped away the tears on his face in a panic, and the flickering light in his eyes made Feng Zhao's heart soften into a puddle of water.

"You concentrate on physical cultivation now, and when my strength recovers, I will reshape the dantian for you, and it won't get in the way." Feng Zhao laughed lightly and helped Lan Wujiang pull his hair back.

"What about you? How can I get you back to normal. Lan Wujiang raised his eyes and looked at Feng Zhao stubbornly.

"I'll just be in retreat for a while." Feng Zhao hooked his lips and raised his eyebrows lazily, as if he didn't care about his serious injury.

Lan Wujiang choked on his breath, thinking that Feng Zhao couldn't save himself, so he pretended to comfort himself by saying such things easily, and his heart couldn't help but feel a burst of anger.

After a few more words, he finally swallowed the words into his throat, leaving only guilt and a throbbing pain in his heart.

"The demonic qi on your body is too obvious, you can only rely on your evil qi to suppress the demonic qi during this time, otherwise Lanhe will find out, and she will never give up." Feng Zhao had a slightly serious expression and instructed Lan Wujiang.

Lan Wujiang bit his lip, but his mood became heavier and heavier.

Only by recovering her spiritual power can Feng Zhao gain strength, she can't wait for Feng Zhao to spend her Yuan Shen to build a dantian for her, she has to think of another way......

The tiredness on Feng Zhao's face couldn't be hidden, his thin lips opened slightly, staring at Lan Wujiang who was out of his mind, and flicked his slender fingers on her head, "What do you want?" ”

Lan Wujiang hugged Feng Zhao's waist again, buried his head in his arms, and said sullenly, "You don't want to hide everything from me." ”

"Okay, I won't hide it from you, so can you wait for me?"

When he refines his crippled divine soul from the elixir, he will let those who hurt Lan Wujiang get retribution.

The bloodlust in Feng Zhao's eyes flashed, but his eyes became more and more gentle.

Lan Wujiang reluctantly let go of Feng Zhao, raised his fingers, and gently brushed Feng Zhao's frowning brows, "It's all good." ”

At the very least, you'll be safe until I have the power to protect you.

Suddenly, the corners of Feng Zhao's lips froze, and the divine and demonic spells froze, he pulled out a smile and squinted at Lan Wujiang, "I promised you your conditions, then you also promised me, now I don't think about anything, don't worry about anything, leave everything to me." ”

Lan Wujiang was stunned for a moment, his nose was sore, and his pale lips trembled violently, "You ......"

"Good, obedient." He leaned down, every movement was accompanied by severe pain, but Feng Zhao still smiled with his eyebrows and eyes, and he was all gentle.

As if the backlash was not on him.

The white fog rose all around, and Feng Zhao watched Lan Wujiang go away.

He staggered, he could stand firmly, his whole back stiffened, the warmth subsided, the hatred in his eyes was brewing wildly, the Adam's apple rolled, the sweet and bloody tumbling in his throat, he soothed his breath, the green tendons on the back of his hands rose, and for a long time, a trace of stains and blood overflowed from the corners of his lips.

Feng Zhao wiped it off expressionlessly.

In an instant, the realm of the sea of knowledge returned to barrenness, Feng Zhao stood in place, his hair was blown up by the wind, his robe flew up, and an elixir was nurtured in his empty body.

Its Dan Zhou color is black and purple, and the strange light is magnificent.

Dan out, the holy light is stripped from within.

The white mist around him poured towards him and wrapped him, layer by layer unreal, like a dream.

The silver bell vibrate, and the elixir completely turned into a wisp of pure soul, which was one of the divine souls that Feng Zhao was scattered back then.

Earth Soul.

Hidden in the Kiln of Ten Thousand Bones in the Underworld.

Feng Zhao's lips pursed into a line, and after absorbing his original divine soul, the whole person gradually returned to normal.

He stared at his white hair, his fingertips caressing the cinnabar mole in the center of his eyebrows, and smiled wildly.

He was the most pure lotus in the world, but he came from the sea of corpses and blood, forging a steel bone, and unintentionally dyed the white begonia in his clothes.

Anyway, no matter how time flies, he finally forgot his true appearance in the turbulent time.