Wolf Dust Smoke fell to the ground, looking very weak. Fu Yunge touched his pulse, his qi pulse was extremely frivolous, it seemed that the seniors had barely supported it, and they had exhausted the true qi of the sea of qi.

He wasn't unconscious, but his face was pale.

Fu Yunge knew that his predecessor's previous injuries had not healed, and the current situation was undoubtedly no longer able to fight. He carefully lifted the wolf dust and smoke up, and the two of them staggered to the blanket not far away to rest.

The blankets were fluffy, and they had just stepped on them during the day. It was unaffected by the battle, the fluff that poked out hung low, and the three animal skin seats not far away were still majestic.

Fu Yunge saw those good animal skins, and went over to drag the next one hard, dragging it to bring to his seniors.

Wolf Chenyan gasped for breath and lay flat on the cushion of the animal skin with the support of Fu Yunge. His wounds were gushing and bleeding, and soon stained the clean hide, which seemed to seep from the tiger's mouth.

Fu Yunge gathered his true qi and slowly crossed into the body of the wolf dust.

Wolf Chenyan opened his eyes and raised his hand to stop it, but because of his fatigue, he didn't refuse in the end.

Traces of true qi flowed in, although it was only a trickle for the huge sea of qi of wolf dust, but it was enough to survive for a while.

Fu Yunge had just fought with one enemy and six, and he was fighting with the Wandering Soul with his life, and there was not much true qi left. After almost finishing the rest of his true qi, he also lay down tiredly, looking up at the pitch-black sky.

The two of them lay down and rested for a while, but neither of them fell asleep. After a long time, the sound of wolf dust and smoke came from Fu Yunge's ears:

"Next, how do you round the field?"

Fu Yunge shrugged his shoulders and glanced sideways at the bleeding corpse not far away.

Now that they have done this, they will simply take the plan and simplify the steps directly. He closed his eyes and thought quietly.

"These people are not easy to deal with." The voice of the senior came from the side again, he was angry, but obviously more stable than just now.

Fu Yunge nodded, and he said in a low voice, "There's no need to deal with it. ”

Wolf Chenyan's face flashed with a little doubt, but he didn't ask. As long as Fu Yunge has his ideas, it is enough, he just needs to cooperate.

"Senior, how do you feel your body can recover during the day?" Fu Yunge thought for a moment and tilted his head and asked.

Hearing Fu Yunge ask like this, Wolf Chenyan closed his eyes, sensed it and said, "The sea of qi is scarce, and it won't be able to recover in five days." The trauma is not much of a problem, and it can hold on. ”

Fu Yunge then asked: "What day...... If you don't make a move, you're just acting in a literary drama, okay? ”

Wolf Chenyan didn't think much about it, and said lightly: "Okay." ”

received a positive reply, Fu Yunge silently ticked in his heart. In this case, it is only two steps away from the collapse of the Trillion Sin Ming Bang.

…………

And in the distant gorges, after a night of earth-shaking changes, this place is in ruins.

The mountain collapsed and the water collapsed, and the bones were buried. The dark clouds in the sky did not disperse, and at this time, there was more blood light that could not be ignored throughout the territory.

The dead silence of the air was gone, replaced by shrill cries one after another. The voice was distorted, not the voice of a living person, but the neighing of a ghost that had accumulated here and could not live in peace.

The shadowy ghost hovered in the hills where the red light converged, but it was never able to break through. Lead-ash shadows flickered, hideous and blurred faces, and let out a terrifying ghostly roar.

The red light fluctuated like ripples. The light of death, which symbolized death, invaded the black clouds and swam through the white bones under the ruins with a sticky chiff, without emotion.

A scream pierced through the clouds and cracked stones, and at the same time made the people behind the scenes who controlled everything start to move.

…………

In the pure world, the snow desert is poor, the canyon is full of strong winds, and the snow is blowing in the cold.

Inside the cave, the man known as the shadow lord sat silently, the horns of the long roller shutters of animal skin fluttering, and he could vaguely see the painful mural that stretched throughout the cave outside.

Striking bones, along with corpses still dripping with blood, were thrown into a bottomless cauldron. The dense severing limbs were shocking, and only the top seemed to have a round of sun hanging high, but it was still covered in black paint, and the corners of the mouth were painted ugly.

The scroll is incomparably spacious, some of them seem to be a series of stories, and some of them seem to be just to describe a tragic scene.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the kind of chaos that turns the world upside down, the inhumane blood, and the bizarre scenes, which make people's minds swell, almost sickening, and consistent.

Ghost Xiao Changyuan glanced coldly at the mural outside, his face indifferent. He was like a silent devil, quietly looking at the world, as a toy for him to play.

Suddenly, at this moment, a respectful-looking person slowly walked from outside.

Connecting the outer half of the cave is a ruined suspension bridge. The hemp rope was on the verge of falling apart, and the wooden planks were showing signs of breakage. The man walked cautiously, and as soon as he stepped on the ground, he fell to his knees until he reached the long scroll of hides.

"Shadow Lord, it's the Holy Envoy who has woken up and asked to see you." The man's voice trembled, and he tried to keep his composure.

The faint purple ghost fire flickered, and it was the cold air outside the cave that the man brought in. As soon as Ghost Xiao Changyuan raised his hand slightly, the man's palm stinged, and when he looked down, it turned out to be a blood-soaked word "Yun".

Permission was granted, and the man immediately bowed down and ran back. Ghost Xiao Changyuan looked at his small figure, and his eyes finally showed a little interest beyond boring.

Soon, the footsteps of the familiar rhythm slowly stepped in, from far to near, not in a hurry.

Familiar face, but still a little haggard. As he passed the ghost fire, the flames trembled slightly, shaking his shadow.

“…… See Shadow Master. ”

Xi Zishi walked to the long scroll of animal skin, flicked his robe, and knelt down respectfully as before.

The voice was calm, not as fearful as the man just now. The animal skin that served as a curtain shook suddenly, and the hem was cocked, and the corner behind it was lifted.

Xi Zishi's heart jumped, but it was not revealed. He still kept his head down, not looking at the face of the actor.

Entrenched on a high seat, the ghost roaring abyss looked down at the purple stone of the stream not far away, and the meaning of his eyes was unclear.

It was a long time before his voice, low as the wind, echoed:

"You...... How's the recovery? ”

Xi Zishi didn't think about it, and arched his hand: "Thank you for your care." After a few days in a coma and a few days of recuperation, he has now recovered. ”

The Shadow Lord glanced at his pale face, then looked sideways away: "...... Is it. ”

At that time, Xi Zishi made a big fuss in the Qiongtian Temple, and although his Yuan Gong rose greatly after devouring the Corpse Pill, it also caused a lot of damage to itself. At that time, he fled overnight to Sheng Pingtian, where he was almost unconscious. In order to ensure the safety of the meteorite, he first found a dark place to bury it, and dragged his seriously injured body to return to this snowy desert canyon by all means.