Fu Yu comforted herself.

The battle between Shen Yu and Kazama lasted for three days and three nights.

On the eve of dawn, Shen Yu's ruthless killing sword turned into tens of thousands of black and red intertwined spiritual power streams and rushed towards Kazamazuki's heart, beating his realm from the Tribulation Realm to the Distraction Realm, dropping two realms by a full margin.

In the end, Kazama was defeated and used all his strength to abscond.

Genting Heavenly Palace is now a sea of blood.

Shen Yu glanced at the Yellow Emperor's spiritual liquid that had been incorporated into his body, and he sat on the ruins and broken walls tiredly.

He is a spirit that does not bleed, and the soul that has finally condensed is becoming thinner and thinner.

The faint morning light pierced through his body and fell to the ground.

Just as Shen Yu was about to close his eyes, he suddenly saw a slender figure hurrying from a distance.

The girl came to meet the glow, and her picturesque eyebrows were beautiful in this glow, like a fairy who came down to save the world.

She gently reached out to herself, and then injected herself with spiritual power, maintaining the existence of the spirit.

"What a warm embrace." Shen Yu greedily surrounded the girl, "Wen Yi." ”

Wen Yi hurriedly took out the double-core flower and the Ding furnace for refining medicine from the storage bag, "Shen Yu give me your Yellow Emperor spiritual liquid." ”

Without any hesitation, Shen Yu took out the thousand-year-old peach tree that was incorporated into the spirit body from his body, and then the bones were slender, and his right hand grabbed into the air, and a liquid containing pure and brilliant aura appeared in his hand.

The mass of liquid was about the size of a palm.

Shen Yu split him in two.

One is for one's own physical restoration, and the other is reserved for the sunken water.

The temperature meter uses spiritual power to turn into spiritual fire.

She placed the furnace on top of the flame, and then poured the Yellow Emperor's spiritual liquid into the furnace.

After a cup of tea to see it boiling, put the double-core flower in it and let it tumble.

Not much.

The liquid tumbling on the roof of the building exudes an enticing aroma.

Wen Yi glanced down.

A dreamy cloud of colorful slime had condensed in the top furnace, she stretched out her hand to sense it, the temperature of the Ding furnace was not hot, "Shen Yu, do you see this color?" ”

"It worked." Shen Yu took out a white jade cup out of nowhere, then poured the mucus into the cup, and drank the colorful mucus with his head high.

A warm current swept through his body, and Shen Yu only felt as if he was soaking in a warm hot spring, and his mind kept coming up with memories of thousands of years ago and thousands of years later.

There is a weak self, a strong self, a fearful self, and the memories of his past that are courageous, which come to his mind over and over again, from his childhood to his youth.

Shen Yu saw the face of his long-lost mother.

He saw Kazama, who was almost frozen to death by the wind and snow.

saw Yuehua, the son of the prime minister of the dynasty.

He doesn't know the sinking water.

Fufeng followed behind him resignedly, like a small tail.

Years later, they became the intimidating presence in their respective fields.

Immediately after that, the fond memories turned into terrifying nightmares.

Shen Shui went to the relics of the god war to guard the passage of the demons, and finally died tragically.

Yuehua disappeared without a trace.

Kazama's betrayal.

Fufeng's departure.

All the good things are gone.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Yu saw that on the day of his ascension, he held the Qianyuan Immortal Sword and pointed to the sky and questioned the Heavenly Dao, why did he bear such an unbearable and heavy fate?

He was unwilling to be unwilling, let alone become an immortal.

On the other side of Sendai, there was a nun dressed in pale pink with a beautiful face.

Shen Yu glanced at it curiously, he always felt that the back was extremely familiar.

When he saw the person's appearance, he saw that the Heavenly Dao suddenly rained down tens of thousands of thunderstorms to punish and kill the sentient Dao cultivator.

The unwillingness and despair in the female cultivator's eyes kept appearing in Shen Yu's mind.

He couldn't help but unleash the sword aura of a ruthless killing sword, blocking it from the fatal blow.

Then, Shen Yu felt that his body was incomparably light, flying higher and higher, and when he was about to reach the Heavenly Gate, an uncontrollable anger rose in his heart.

Shen Yu held his sword in both hands, ruthlessly slaughtering the surging terrifying power, and rushed towards the Heavenly Gate and split it into pieces with a sword.

Immediately after that, a dazzling white light fell on the top of Shen Yu's head, and he gradually lost consciousness.

The cold, lonely, indescribable breath came to my face.

Shen Yu, who was sleeping, smelled a smell of blood, he slowly opened his eyes, and was reborn from the blood-colored altar, and what greeted him was a delicate and picturesque face.

It's a thermometer.

Memories of the past surfaced little by little, and Shen Yu felt that his soul was wandering outside the world.

He looked at Wen Yi holding him in confusion, and wanted to urgently return to his body, but found that he couldn't go back. When Shen Yu felt that his soul was about to dissipate, he heard the call of Wen Yi, the call of Yuehua, the call of the sinking water in the relics of the divine war, and the call of the people of Qingzhou.

His confused eyes gradually became clear, and Shen Yu found a heavy feeling.

At this moment, the soul also had weight, and Shen Yu gradually returned to his body.

The originally transparent body gradually became real, Shen Yu heard his heartbeat, felt the beating of the pulse, he felt the coolness of the wind, the heat of the sun, the freshness of the air, he smelled the fragrance of flowers, and the person in his arms was extremely real.

Wen Yi's body temperature was transmitted to him through the thin clothes, and he finally rebuilt his physical body and became a human!

At the same time, Shen Yu's cultivation also climbed step by step from the Tribulation Realm to the Mahayana Realm.

His power is back!

"Shen Yu Shen Yu, are you okay?" Wen Yi patted Shen Yu's face worriedly.

Although she had experience in two lifetimes, she had never encountered this kind of situation of cultivating from a spirit body to a physical body, and her heart was very restless.

"It's fine." Shen Yu opened his arms, he looked at the anxious girl steadily, his slender hand held her delicate eyes, and then lowered his head and dropped a kiss on her lips.

Unlike the kiss of the spirit, Shen Yu felt the body temperature of the thermometer, which was extremely real.

Wen Yi's eyes stared at the boss leisurely, she was stunned for a while and felt Shen Yu's body temperature, and then hugged the person she liked with a smile.

Looking at Shen Yu, who had been rebuilt into a human form, Wen Yi's heart was full of joy.

They went through the wind and rain together, lived and died together, experienced endless tribulations, and finally blossomed at this time and got their own fruits of victory, how could she not be happy?

At this time, the sky is full of colorful clouds.

Xie Qian, Fu Yu, Gu Yanting and Feng Ya, who had finally returned to the team, looked at the sky together, and they felt a great figure who had successfully recovered.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince should have cultivated into the flesh." The happiest thing is that Feng Ya, which represents the curse of his people, can be lifted soon, of course, this requires Shen Yu to give them this grace.