The Endless Void, the Temple of the Terrans.

"But I know why the powerhouse of the Dead Land Saint Realm took Wushan?"

A majestic existence, bathed in the tide of luck like waves, ups and downs but suppressing the major surging waves.

"I don't know!!"

It was the god Zhong Kui who replied, and after he delivered Wushan to the base camp of the Great Wall Guards, he returned to the temple.

The words spoken by the god Zhong Kui silenced the atmosphere.

The god Zhong Kui concealed the secret that Wushan possessed the Taiyin Qi, and he believed that Wushan himself should inform everyone about these things.

Of course, whether Wushan is willing to say it or not is another matter.

In a short time, the most powerful majestic man in the temple opened his mouth and settled the matter.

"No matter what the reason for that Saint Realm powerhouse to capture Wushan, Wushan is no longer suitable to appear on the wasteland."

"Tell them that Wushan is not in the seventh realm, and they must no longer be involved in the war between the two clans."

"Now, the construction of the passage between the two communities has been completed and has been initially stabilized.

"During this time, the barbarians will also stop and concentrate on dealing with their enemies in the north, which is a critical time for us to recuperate and prepare for war."

"Mingsheng, be cautious!!"

Hearing this, Ming Sheng frowned, he was a saint guarding the passage between the two clans, the first line of defense when danger came, and it was also a cordon.

Mingsheng seemed to have thought of something, his gaze fell to the north, and his face was solemn.

At this moment, another majestic presence spoke, mentioning Wushan.

"That Wushan, the whole body qi and blood have been sucked clean, is there any possibility of recovery?"

This majestic existence is a martial god, that is, a powerful existence with the power of qi and blood to reach the eighth realm.

Wushan is a genius who cultivates qi and blood, and this majestic existence is a pity for Wushan.

Because the martial artist of the human race who has truly cultivated to the eighth realm is only one person who exists in this majestic shore.

"His Majesty's qi and blood were weakened, and he almost died, and the commander of the guard army has fed the elixir to alleviate his injuries, and he doesn't know how long it will take to recover his previous qi and blood realm."

Speaking of which, the god Zhong Kui was a little depressed.

Zhong Kui's clone, as one of Wushan's last hole cards, did not protect Wushan, and he felt a little guilty.

When the martial god heard this, his eyes lit up, and he said in a slightly excited voice.

"Since the foundation is still there, then it won't get in the way."

"I have a peerless skill for cultivating qi and blood, which can be given to Wushan Xiaoyou!"

Just after the martial myth fell, a woman's voice came from the luck tide.

"A few days ago, I have spread the word to the Holy Land, and I have my own saintess candidate to pass on the merits!!"

Hearing this, the martial god looked at the slender figure in the trend of luck, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

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The Great Wall, the garrison camp.

With a squeak, Yun Mengli pushed open the door and walked in.

The room was quiet, and Wushan's faint breathing could be heard clearly.

Yun Mengli came to the bedside, looking at Wushan, who was weak in qi and blood, skinny and not like ordinary people, and a pair of fox eyes were full of worry.

After checking and sensing the state of Wushan, Yun Mengli's fox eyes slowly gained a trace of brilliance.

Fortunately, Wushan's Wendao cultivation is still there, but the qi and blood are weak to the extreme.

"Mengli, can't Wushan wake up?"

"Fleur is so sad and sad!"

In Yun Mengli's eyebrows, the goddess Furong had recovered a lot, but when she saw Wushan lying on the bed without any reaction, she was very depressed.

Yun Mengli shook her head and didn't reply, but reached into her arms and took out an azure jade bottle.

Yun Mengli stared at Wushan for a while, came to the head of the bed, reached out to help Wushan up, and leaned his upper body into his arms.

After that, he handed the jade bottle to Wushan's mouth, and Yun Mengli fed the magic medicine in the jade bottle to Wushan little by little.

The magic medicine enters the body, and the half-dead Wushan is like a new life, like a dead tree in spring, the earth is glorious, the whole body is full of vitality, and the withered skin and hair gradually become moist and full.

The fly in the ointment is that Wushan's flesh and blood are gone forever, and he is still skinny.

However, Wushan's spirit finally recovered with the help of the magic medicine.

Therefore, Wushan woke up as a matter of course and opened his eyes.

As far as the eye can see, there is a snow-white skin and a delicate chin, and when you look up, you can see a high nose bridge and a pair of familiar and charming fox eyes.

From the eyes of those foxes, Wu Shan saw concern and worry, as well as a trace of unspeakable melancholy.

In Wushan's eyes, Yun Mengli at this moment is very beautiful, like a fairy who has stepped into the mortal world, and has a concern for Wushan.

"It's you!"

Wu Shan sighed lightly, inexplicably happy in his heart.

"It's me!"

Yun Mengli's gentle voice came, holding Wushan's body with his right hand, without the slightest intention of putting Wushan down immediately.

"What's that?"

Wu Shan saw the jade bottle in Yun Mengli's hand, and asked weakly.

"Miracle medicine!"

After Yun Mengli solved his puzzle, Wu Shan did not speak, and raised his eyes to meet the pair of fox eyes like water.

"Why choose me?"

Yun Mengli looked at Wushan and did not answer Wushan's question.

"Childe, you can still make another song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix", Mengli also likes that song very much!"

At this moment, Wushan was a little confused, and some wanted to pretend to be unconscious, wanting to avoid those fox eyes.

"Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" was left by Wushan to Chu Qingyi in Chu Garden, and now that Yun Mengli knows about it and mentions it, Wushan is a little overwhelmed.

Just when Wu Shan didn't know how to answer Yun Mengli, Yun Mengli, who had a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, suddenly turned straight, and a dense scroll in the shape of a holy decree flew out of Yun Mengli's cuffs and landed on the side of Wushan's bed.

"Childe, this is the Qi and Blood Cultivation Method hidden in the Qinglian Holy Land, and it is also the best Qi and Blood Cultivation Method of the Human Race, called 'Thirteen Demon Skills'."

"Childe's qi and blood have been cut, and fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and it is destined that Childe should practice this exercise!"

Wu Shan raised his eyes and looked at the fox eyes again.

Those eyes are moving, and the smile is even more charming!

Wushan is a little stupid!

Yun Mengli did not avoid Wushan, her eyes were full of gentleness, and her smile was like a flower.

Just when the two of them were in love, and it was as hot as fire, an untimely tiger roar came, interrupting this rare atmosphere.

Roar!

The black tiger that turned into a paperweight flew out of Yun Mengli's cuffs, turned into a small black tiger and landed on the bed of Wushan, raised the tiger's head and whined to Wushan to ask for merit, signaling that it would protect Yun Mengli well.

After Wu Shan glanced at the black tiger, he glanced at Yun Mengli, whose cheeks were slightly red, and said angrily.

"Mengli, this little kitten has given you away!"

Whew!

The black tiger felt that he had been abandoned, and roared at Wushan again and again, expressing his dissatisfaction.

Seeing this, Wu Shan used his mind to communicate with the Black Tiger slightly, and the latter climbed to Yun Mengli's side dissatisfied.

Yun Mengli gently put Wushan down, picked up the black tiger, and said with a hint of shame in her eyes.

"Tomorrow, I'll come to see you again!"

"Good!"

After the words fell, Yun Mengli turned around, moved lightly, gently closed the door under Wushan's gaze, and left.