Each vine precisely bypassed all the spatial rifts, and they writhed and trembled, dodging the still moving fragments and shooting straight into the rift that endangered the "Eight Desolations"!

"Wubao!" Nangong shouted. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Bi Fang, go in!" Ying Wubao ignored Nangong and ordered in a loud voice.

The eight looked at the crack that was almost filled with vines. I saw that all the vines slowly stretched out to both sides, and the vines in contact with the crack were constantly crushed, but the speed of mincing was far less than the speed at which the vines replenished, and the spatial crack that seemed a little narrow to the "Eight Desolations" was actually stretched open!

Bi Fang suddenly understood, flapped his wings quickly, and rushed towards the fragments with the help of the huge suction force from the crack. With a "bang", the carriage of "Eight Desolations" was stuck on the edge of the crack wrapped in vines, and then slowly squeezed into it inch by inch.

Ying Wubao, whose mouth was full of blood, stared at most of the carriage that was still exposed outside the cracks, "It's not enough!"

She gritted her teeth, and the spiritual power of her whole body was about to boil, and thousands of vines flew out, rolling up the edge of the crack. She slammed her hands into force, "Nangong!

Nangong Wufang's blood and qi surged, his face was flushed, and he was angry and resentful of his powerlessness. At this time, he could only listen to Wu Bao's words, desperately retreat step by step, and cooperate with the woman on his back to pull that crack apart!

The piercing friction sound kept coming out, and Bi Fang, who was pulling the "Eight Desolations" in the crack and flapping his wings desperately, only felt a light behind him, and then the huge carriage slammed into their butts.

They finally managed to stabilize their figures, and when they looked back, they saw that the luxurious car had become a tattered picture, but fortunately it was still intact. The crack behind the car had closed completely, leaving only the remnants of countless vines floating in the air.

The leader Bi Fang shouted loudly: "Go quickly! Go back to the fairy realm and ask the old master for help!"

"Yes!"

Seeing that the carriage was finally squeezed into the crack, Ying Wubao finally couldn't hold on, and the blood that had been pressing on his throat gushed out. She slowly closed her eyes, and her hands hung limply from Nangong's shoulders. The vines that had originally tied themselves to Nangong's back also broke inch by inch, and the whole person slowly broke away, fell backwards, and fell towards the ground.

Nangong Wufang, who was also out of strength, just noticed that something was wrong, so he reached out and grabbed it behind him, but only grabbed a piece of the corner of his clothes, "Wubao!"

He only felt that his eyes were blood-red, and he didn't know if it was the blood that Wu Bao spit out, or the blood and tears that flowed from his eyes. He chased down desperately, and although the distance between him and Ubao was getting closer, he was not as close to her as the countless black cracks.

Ying Wubao looked at Nangong Wufang who was chasing him in the sky, and looked at his right hand that was desperately stretched out to him, revealing a wry smile. As far as she could see, a crack was about to swallow itself. Although he may not die, he is afraid that he will be temporarily separated from Nangong again.

These cracks will quickly close as soon as they swallow a living thing, if it is in its heyday, Nangong naturally still hopes to catch up with him, as for now, the result is unknown.

"Alas, life is the same Qiu, death is the same hole. That's all my wish is, and it's not easy to be a human being. Ying Wubao read silently, looking at Nangong Wufang with affection, and slowly fell into the crack.

She opened her eyes and watched the crack slowly close, and saw that Nangong's face showed despair.

Suddenly, from her waist, a slender emerald green chain flew out. With lightning speed, he shot out a spatial crack and quickly wrapped around Nangong Wufang's waist three times.

The grief-stricken Nangong didn't even see what was entangled in him, he only heard a voice that couldn't distinguish between men and women asking himself, "Would you like to live and die with her?"

He subconsciously nodded and said, "Wish!" Then there was a flower in front of him, and he was instantly in the dark, and there was a warm body in his arms. He didn't have to look at it, he didn't need to ask, the person in his arms would not be anyone else except Wu Bao! All he could do at this time was to hold on to this lost treasure.

"Nangong?" asked Ying Wubao a little stupidly.

"Well, it's me!"

"Nangong? Is it really you? Why did you come in? I seem to see the cracks closed?" Ying Wubao's whole body was weak, and every nerve seemed to be twitching, but it still couldn't stop her curiosity.

"You let me hug me quietly for a while, okay? It's not me, who else do you want?" Nangong said angrily, "Let you not act rashly, if you are disobedient, those people will ...... when they die"

He stopped halfway through the count. He suddenly remembered that it was no one else in the "Eight Desolations", not those outsiders who were okay if they died, but the sons of him and Wubao.

He couldn't blame Wu Bao for making an unauthorized move, and he couldn't blame Bi Fang for being loyal to the lord. He can only blame himself for his lack of strength, and blame those cannibalistic clansmen for being too ruthless!

Nangong touched Wubao's head, "Be good, hold on for a while." I can't open the storage space in the space crack, and when I go out in a while, I'll take the pill for you. ”

"Good. Ying Wubao replied in a low voice, slowly closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Nangong Wufang felt her incomparably slow heartbeat, and Qi Yuanying, whose face began to turn blue again in the dantian, sighed silently, and said in his heart that since he and Wu Bao were destined to reunite in the Immortal Mansion, the luck should be pretty good, right? Wu Bao should at least be able to hold out until this damn crack spit them out, right?

Time kept passing, Nangong in the crack sat cross-legged, and Wubao had been sleeping quietly in his arms. From time to time, he reached out to check her dantian, and felt that Yan Yuanying was about to be unable to hold on, so he opened his fingers and forced out a drop of essence blood to feed it to her mouth.

Fortunately, he is a holy beast clan, and his essence and blood are greatly replenished, otherwise the baby will not be able to hold on.

During this long time, he still complained from time to time about the voice that asked him if he wanted to. What the hell is this? The master can't remind him more, so that he can take out some pills first!

Pull yourself in with such a brush, but fortunately you have thick nerves! Change to a timid one, and you can't be scared to death?

Nangong Wufang just silently talked to himself in his heart, and talked to the "master" who didn't know what it was. He can't sleep, he can't sleep if he doesn't have the strength to sleep, and Wubao has to treat him as soon as the crack comes out!

When he was groggily thinking about whether he and Wu Bao were really so unlucky, a light suddenly appeared not far from the two of them. Nangong Wufang, who was not far from the coma, was suddenly shocked, subconsciously hugged the person in his hand, and rolled towards the light, and the two of them broke out together and fell down.

He didn't care where he was falling, so he quickly took out the jade bottle first, poured it into Wu Bao's mouth, and finally poured two into his mouth. Only then did he hold Wubao and staggered up, and at this time he was only a few dozen feet away from the ground.

After the two of them slowly landed, he looked around, and there was no one around. Not far away is a ruined ruin. He walked towards a collapsed hall with Wu Bao, who was still sleeping, and chose a side hall that was still intact, and released a large bed from the holy beast space.

After carefully settling Ubero, he waved his hand and threw out a defensive array, and lay down beside her to fall asleep. Before he fell asleep, he was still thinking in a daze, why is this hall so familiar? Isn't it too far left this time? I hope it is really a place that he knows...... (To be continued.) )