The heat wave came to his face, and Wen Yi flew to Fu Yun's side, "Are you still alive?"

The power of the spell containing the golden pill is really unusual, although the power of the spell of the phoenix destroying the world is less than one ten-thousandth of the previous life, it is enough to deal with a seriously injured Yuan Infant Realm.

Fu Yun sat on the dead tree, glanced at Wen Yi with dark eyes, and then drooped down.

When he lowered his eyes, he did not seem gentle and obedient, but was deeply suspicious and puzzled.

Where did Wen Yi get such a powerful spell?

The lightning talisman is in front, and those monstrous flame charms are behind, no matter how you look at it, it is not a small Pengmen family, it is not a big sect or a hidden sect.

"Ahem." Pulling a hair and moving his whole body, Fu Yun coughed, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he took a deep breath, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

Fu Yun was in a cold sweat in pain, his face was pale from the loss of blood, and he said weakly: "Why save me?" Because of Fu Yu? ”

"Not exactly." Wen Yi took out the elixir for treating external injuries and handed it to him, "As the saying goes, those who hold salaries for everyone should not let them freeze to death in the wind and snow; He who opens the way for liberty must not let him be trapped in thorns. ”

"During this time in Qingzhou, I have seen everything Ziwei Pavilion has done, and I admire you guardians very much."

"Since I did, it's only natural to help." Wen Yi was also tired and sat beside him, "Fu Yu depends on you, he is my friend, helping you is helping him." ”

Fu Yu's simple character is obviously pampered and protected and brought up.

Fu Yun's head was leaning against the tree, and after he took a pill to stop bleeding and heal his wounds, he looked at Wen Yi's face again, and suddenly laughed.

Wen Yi tilted his head, "What are you laughing at?" ”

"The camouflage on your face is gone." Fu Yun saw the disguise on Wen Yi's face that couldn't be removed, and as soon as his hand stretched out, he saw Wen Yi turn around.

Wen Yi took out a small mirror from the storage bag to touch up her makeup.

If you come in disguise, you will disguise and leave, regardless of whether he Fu Yun people don't recognize him.

After tidying up her makeup, Wen Yi smoothed out her messy hair, but she didn't move the crooked hairpin, not to respond to Fu Yun, she purely thought it looked better.

"I haven't seen you for a few months, you have changed a lot, and you have changed your ruthless way, which is impressive." Fu Yun took out a few charms and hit them on his body, looking at the little healing wound, "Wen Yi, thank you." ”

Thank you to her for her help in this critical moment.

Thank you also for always pretending and not causing trouble.

Fu Yun was very glad that the junior brother insisted on protecting Wen Yi at the beginning, if she died in Ziwei Pavilion and the two major forces of the Ethereal Illusion Mansion and the Fu Sect were suppressed, he really couldn't bear it.

"No thanks." She looked sideways at Fu Yun, whose hair was not messy, her face was clean, and she was still sorting out the corners of her rolled clothes, "Eh, I really don't feel for you anymore, really." ”

Fu Yun paused, and his lowered eyes flashed with a light of unknown meaning.

With Ling Yujun here, he has never been affectionate.

It's just that when I hear this, I can't help but feel a little uncomfortable, just like a person who chases you with a dead face suddenly says that he doesn't love it anymore, it's very empty and unprepared.

"Hmm." Fu Yun responded lightly.

"You can ask the Ethereal Mansion for help." Wen Yi said in a deep voice: "Qingzhou's predicament cannot be walked out of by Ziwei Pavilion alone, and the Ethereal Fantasy Mansion may not help directly, but it will definitely help secretly."

In order to prevent Fu Yun from having some unnecessary thoughts and becoming vigilant, Wen Yi added:

"Don't worry, the Ethereal Fantasy Mansion will not interfere in the affairs of Qingzhou, it is too dangerous here, just like a thunder that will explode at any time, after you control Qingzhou, you can inform the Immortal Cultivation Realm of this matter and let them assist."

It's not that Fu Yun hasn't thought about this matter, it's too difficult, very difficult and unrealistic.

Not to mention whether his sect will take this opportunity to participate in the affairs of Qingzhou, infiltrate Qingzhou and come to the secret realm to die, if any important person dies here, there will only be a lot more troubles in Ziwei Pavilion.

Even if Ziwei Pavilion was really willing to ask for help, those people might not dare to come.

People who didn't dare to come a thousand years ago, can they do it a thousand years later?

"Thank you for your kindness." Fu Yun shook his head slowly, and said in a heavy voice: "The matter of Qingzhou still has to be solved by us Qingzhou people, if we really can't hold on, then ask the Seventh Elder to help." ”

He was talking about the Seven Elders, not the Ethereal Illusion Mansion.

Fu Yun felt that Wen Yi had grown up a lot, she had grown up, and she could understand the pain of the people of Li when she stepped down from the altar.

This is very good for her who practices the Ruthless Dao.

How extreme the ruthless Daoist is, when she cultivates to the ultimate realm, these beautiful memories are to hold her, not to let her get lost in the line of madness and despair, and let her regain her senses.

Wen Yi nodded, "Okay, I'll do my best." ”

For a while, the two looked at each other without saying a word, except for the sound of the wind, the whole world was quiet.

Thermometer cross-legged pranayama.

"Fu Yu disappeared after bringing his spirit pet Fan Fan into the secret realm." Fu Yun seemed to be speechless, "Can you help me find it?" ”

Wen Yi slowly opened her eyes, "I'm sorry, no, I have to find a friend who is as important as my life before looking for Fu Yu." ”

She and Shen Yu are now grasshoppers tied to a rope, and his life is Wen Yi's life.

"Is it a man?" Fu Yun asked, "When did you come in?" ”

Wen Yi: "Yes, it's a man, as for when he came in, I can't say it directly." ”

Shen Yu and her are inseparable, but this situation is difficult to explain.

Fu Yun was silent for a while, "Jiang Huaiyu's eyes are above the top, it's better for you to keep some distance from him." ”

Seeing that he had misunderstood, Wen Yi explained: "It's not him. ”

Jiang Huaiyu's life or death has nothing to do with her.

"You're injured like this, get out of the secret realm early." Wen Yi got up, "I'm leaving, take care." ”

Fu Yun got up, "Okay, stay safe." ”

His slender figure sank into the blood-colored fog again, his eyes were very complicated, as if he had encountered some problem, and his brows were deeply locked.

I don't know how long it took, Fu Yun took out a book from his arms.

In the upper right corner of the book cover are a few small words printed with a small seal: Book of Seals.

The Book of Seals is the heirloom treasure of Ziwei Pavilion, which records ancient formations, spells, etc., and is the treasure on which it stands.

This book records the lost Surabaya language, so it was difficult to practice and stagnant, and gradually it was put on the shelf.

It has been sent to the Fu Sect for many years, and the power of the Fu Seal has not been able to understand a thing or two, but in the hands of Fu Yun, it can undergo earth-shaking changes, and he knows what it means without a teacher.

It was as if he had been born for this book.

Recite a mantra in his mouth and seal his hands.

The golden light was imprinted on his angular face, outlining a deep outline, "Resist the wind, hurry!" ”

A gust of wind surged under Fu Yun's feet, and the whole person disappeared.

At the same time, where he passed, the thick fog of blood gradually faded, as if it had been washed by something.

The ghost who touched the purified blood mist screamed and turned into a pool of blood.