Fang He, who sat up, looked at everything in front of him, except for the strangeness and weirdness, there seemed to be no danger, so he also put his mind at ease, and then slowly crawled downstream along the stream, after all, the stream can only replenish the body's water, and it can't satisfy hunger at all, and since falling into the whirlpool, his body has been unable to absorb the slightest bit of spiritual energy for some reason, if he can't eat in time, even if he doesn't die of thirst, he will be starved to death.

It's also funny to say, but the dignified Yin Yang Realm monk still has to rely on food to sustain his life, and if others know, I'm afraid they will have to laugh off their big teeth.

Descending the stream, Fang He finally found a gentle area, just in time to see a few unknown wild fruits floating on the water.

Out of the desire to live, Fang He struggled to stand up, and then a fierce man threw himself into the water, pressing the wild fruit floating on the water under him.

Fortunately, the water here is not deep, otherwise, with his current weak body, he may not be able to get out after jumping in.

Holding the wild fruit and struggling back to the shore, Fang He also lost his strength again, he couldn't pick up the wild fruit in his hand, so he had no choice but to put it on the ground, and his body fell down, so he gnawed it up.

He was so hungry and too weak that he didn't care about his image at all, and as long as he could fill his stomach, he was already satisfied.

I don't know what kind of wild fruit it is, it melts in the mouth, making it effortless for Fang He to eat, and it also contains a huge amount of energy, although it is not comparable to the Void Spirit Fruit he has eaten before, but it is enough for him at this moment.

After eating, Fang He lay on the ground for another half an hour, and his physical strength barely recovered.

This time, he was finally able to really stand up, although there was still no aura in his body, although he was withdrawn from the power contained in it, his body was a Dao body, even if he only recovered a little physical strength, it was enough for him to move freely.

After regaining his mobility, Fang He saw this place clearly.

Looking up, in addition to the blue sky and white clouds, meadows, and streams, there are endless fruit trees, which fruit trees bear the same fruit as he just ate.

From the time he saw it to the time he ate it, he always thought it was a wild fruit, but now what catches his eye does not seem to be the case, such a large-scale fruit grove seems to have been planted by man.

Because of the loss of strength, he is now like a mortal, except that his eyes still have a glint of essence, and he has completely lost the appearance and ability that a monk should have.

This is also something that can't be helped, that suction is too strong, if it were someone else, maybe he would have died on the spot as early as the moment he fell into the whirlpool, he was still very lucky, at least his life was still there, and, as long as his life was still there, then he would have the confidence to return to the original realm again.

However, his life was saved, but now he was unfamiliar with life, and Fang He didn't know where to go for a while.

After some careful consideration, he decided to stay here for the time being, to take a closer look at his body, and only by knowing what was wrong with his body could he prescribe the right medicine; Of course, he also had to take a good inventory of the items on his body to see if they were missing.

However, after losing his strength, he was no longer able to look at his own body, and even the ability of his divine soul seemed to be sealed, that is to say, he was really no different from a mortal now, Fang He suddenly felt very depressed.

In this case, if he wanted to return to his original cultivation, it was already equivalent to recultivation, and this recultivation was not to sort out the realm as he had done when he was in Fengcheng before, but to really start from scratch.

At this point, Fang He didn't have anything to do, since the established facts couldn't be changed, then let's count the items first.

Looking at his hand, the Ethereal Spirit Ring was still on his hand, but it had also lost its brilliance, like a dead branch, and it could not be opened; Not only that, but when he touched his waist, the sword scabbard that hung on his waist before and the Spirit Void Ancient Sword in the scabbard were also gone!

This can be said to be worse for Fang He, you must know that since the beginning of cultivation, his strength has almost been based on the Lingxu Ancient Sword, and now that the Ancient Sword has been lost, his heart has inexplicably begun to panic.

Moreover, this ancient sword is not exactly a medium for him to reflect his strength, but also has a deeper meaning, which is one of the few items left to him by his parents.

So, he went up the stream and came to the place where he first appeared, trying to find the ancient sword.

But even if he searched all the places around him, he still didn't find it, and he had no choice but to accept the fact that the Spirit Void Ancient Sword had been lost.

Looking at his hands that were covered with mud because of rummaging, Fang He suddenly felt a tearing pain in his heart.

I saw that a red rope was wrapped around his wrist at the moment, circle after circle, so that his memory also returned with these rope loops.

This red rope was the one that had been on Nan Liyue's wrist before.

The moment he was sucked into the whirlpool, he didn't have time to react, and instinctively tried to grab Nan Liyue's hand, but only grabbed the red rope on her wrist.

And this red rope itself is a magic weapon, when he dragged the red rope into the whirlpool, this red rope actually automatically wrapped around his wrist, and then he fell into a coma, and only now did he recall all this.

Looking at the red rope on his wrist, Fang He's heart couldn't help but feel like a fairy in Nan Liyue, and thinking that they had just formally established a relationship but suddenly suffered such a change, he couldn't suppress the blood in his heart anymore, and slowly squeezed out the corners of his mouth.

However, he was not as sad as Nan Liyue, not because he was ruthless, but because he had successfully saved Nan Liyue, which made the guilt in his heart much lighter than that of Nan Liyue.

Of course, if Fang He knew Nan Liyue's state at this moment, he wouldn't have thought so.

Despite his low mood and the great calamity, Fang He never gave up; No matter how difficult it is, he must also try his best to recover his cultivation as soon as possible, only in this way can he get out of this fruit forest, return to a familiar place, meet familiar people, and find Feng Xiaoren and the military department for revenge.

However, to do this, it was by no means an overnight thing, and after trying to calm down, Fang He's eyes became firm again.

"Since you can't leave for the time being, let's find yourself a good place to live first."

After muttering to himself, Fang He set off again, continuing to walk forward, upstream towards the stream, step by step.

If someone was behind him at this time, he would find that as he walked, an invisible momentum and oppression slowly emanated from him, erasing all the footprints behind him.

However, what appeared behind him at this time was not a person, but a python that was watching his back and slowly spitting out letters!