Wu Yan followed behind Wu Yi, secretly glancing at the other party's still calm side face, and his white hair danced in the wind, making his porcelain-like face more vivid. Wu Yi is like this, I rarely see her have any mood swings, and the means she uses come silently.

My people, three words are really domineering. Wu Gen suddenly felt that he could walk sideways in Fuyu Mountain. However, we must not take it for granted and understand the meaning of these three words from the ideas of other continents.

Converts have lived in the snowy mountains for a long time, and their understanding of some things is not the same as that of the world. My person can also be a subordinate of himself, a puppy, and a toy, but no matter what, Wu Gan's heart is much more steady.

Hmph, as long as this big guy is protected, what is it like to be a dog. I won't be like Bao Xiang who is teased as a dog and suffers, no wonder this kid's cultivation realm is improving so slowly, and his cultivation is not enough.

Now in this world, dogs are worth more than people, and if you don't look at the nobles' homes, a small dog with a big palm can buy seven or eight slaves.

Some nobles are quite harsh on their subordinates on weekdays, and they are regarded as ants, trampling to death if they want to, and selling them if they want to. But for their own dogs, it's a tight intimacy. The baby and the lin'er screamed, the brocade clothes and jade food, and the servants served, which was very expensive than human gold. I don't know if the ancestors of these nobles crawled out of the coffin angrily when they learned that the descendants had a bunch of dog fathers and dogs.

In these years, scolding people like dogs, that's a compliment, steal the fun.

"What do you think?" Wu Yi looked sideways at Wu Gan, who was smiling stupidly, "Next time you cultivate, you can call your two friends to come over."

"Okay." Wu Geng replied quickly, taking advantage of the other party's happiness, and hurriedly asked, "Is that Feng'er also ......?"

Wu Yi glanced at him and said indifferently, "No, I'm a little angry with her, I changed my mind, when will she recognize you as the master, she can restore her true body."

"Confess me as Lord?" Wu Yan pointed to his nose in surprise, Feng'er's temperament, this is more uncomfortable than killing her, "Can't you change the other way?"

"I can't." Wu Yi replied very quickly, "If you speak falsely and don't punish one or two, how to make rules."

"Can ......"

"There's nothing to do, otherwise she will stay in Fuyu Mountain, anyway, according to her current age, she won't live for many years." Feng'er stared at Wu Yan coldly, looking sad and angry at his misfortune.

Wu Yan always felt that Wu Yi was always a lot more emotional towards Shang Feng'er, it was difficult to make a mistake between beautiful women, Jiuniang was like this before, and now Wu Yi is like this. I didn't expect Wu Yi to be such an arrogant and cold person, and he would have such a child's mind.

"I see you're recovering well, go cultivate." While thinking wildly, Wu Yi suddenly spoke, and Lingju unexpectedly buckled Wu Gan's head again.

Belch...... Wu Gen arrived at that inexplicable space again, looking at the winding path, and the countless "self" on the path that were also surprised, there was always a feeling of déjà vu.

Along the path to the big lake, he fought with "himself" again, and after a bold speech, Wu Gen returned to the canyon.

This trip to the illusion realm took half an hour less than the first time, and Wu Gan thought about it carefully, and in the end, there seemed to be fewer opponents to fight on the lake, but the strength was much stronger.

Compared with the two, Wu Jian faintly realized in his heart that with the rise of his own strength, every time he entered the illusion, the clone would be less, but correspondingly, the strength of the clone would also rise a lot. It seems that only when there are no more clones can oneself be regarded as truly successful in cultivation.

As the number of entries increased, the more Wu could remember things in reality after each entry. Although life and death in the illusion are not reflected in reality, the pain in it is inevitable, and every time he comes out of the illusion, Wu Gen feels a headache and his body seems to fall apart.

Fortunately, under the huge spiritual dwelling of the canyon, it was relatively easy to sense the innate qi, and it was not difficult to recover. Moreover, Wu Gen found that the red and blue colors in his soul fire were more abundant, and there was a faint tendency to squeeze that trace of gold to the top of the flame, like a golden crown.

However, the original soul fire was a piece of blue, and the gold was a benefit

Yu Zhihai, where does this red come from, as if it is supporting the blue soul fire.

Forget it, if you can't figure it out, you don't want to, Wu Gen never struggles with things he doesn't understand. And on the second day he brought water from the moon and the elephant.

Wu Yi didn't have so many words in the face of the two, stretched out his index finger, and a white bubble appeared on his fingertips, and the bubble expanded rapidly, flying out of his fingertips and covering the water from the moon.

Sitting in the bubbles, the water slowly floats from the moon, and the eyes are slightly closed, and it has entered the deep seat. Looking at his frowning brows, Wu Yan knew that he was in a lot of trouble. After a while, a thin bloody arrow erupted from its body. Soon, blood arrows were shot one after another.

The water clenched from the crescent moon, and a wisp of blood slowly left from the corner of its mouth, falling on its white clothes, like plum blossoms.

Wu Yan couldn't help but be a little worried when he looked at Shui Congyue's somewhat evil face due to the bloodstains. Shui Congyue's temperament has always been that he would rather die than retreat, that is, he is a donkey, and if he loses both sides in the illusion and hurts his soul, it will definitely be detrimental to his future cultivation.

Turning his head to look at Wu Yi, he asked cautiously, "Is that okay?"

Wu Yi sighed, looking at Wu Gan with a strange look in his eyes, "Although this person has not cultivated soul arts, he has a tenacious temperament and is indomitable, so there is no need to worry. It's you......" Wu Yi shook her head helplessly.

Wu Yan was still a little unconvinced, and muttered, "I'm not bad, don't always think that outsiders are good."

Wu Yi choked, but saw the treasure elephant sneaking out of the canyon. Witnessing the tragic situation of Shui Congyue, Baoxiang had already retreated in his heart, this kind of life-threatening thing should be left to Shui Congyue to do.

Wu Yi's face was cold, his thumb pinched his middle finger, and with a flick of it, another bubble flew out, wrapping the treasure elephant tightly, and with a wave of his hand, the bubble hit the ice wall on one side.

Wu Yan shrank his neck in fright, sat under the Lingju in a proper manner, and let Wu Yi detain the Lingju.

Half a month later, Wu Gen had become accustomed to this kind of cultivation in the illusion realm. There are fewer and fewer doppelgangers in the illusion realm, and there are only a dozen people at the last time, seeing that his cultivation is about to be completed, Wu Gen is naturally more diligent, and rarely returns to the igloo.

As for the conditions for Feng'er's recovery, he has already told Qi He, whether he wants it or not is a matter for the two of them.

On this day, Wu Gen was meditating under the Spirit Dwelling, and Qi He and Feng'er went to the canyon under the leadership of the Snow Boy. It is said that except for Wu Gan, no one else can even enter this canyon. This time, the two of them solemnly came here, Wu Yan had a guess, and couldn't help but be a little proud.

Feng'er is getting older and older, almost unsteady on her feet, and her withered hair is scattered behind her head, shivering like artemisia grass in late autumn.

"Wu Gan, I would like to serve you as the Lord." Feng'er looked at Wu Yan and spoke calmly, completely devoid of her previous domineering.

Wu Yan sighed, "Just make a show, you also know that this is not my intention, it is just the punishment of the Converts for your careless words at the beginning." Rest assured, when we leave this place, we will continue to be the same."

Feng'er bit her lip stubbornly, her face was a little suffocated, she didn't agree, and she didn't object.

"Giggles." The snow boy who led the two of them here jumped up in front of Feng'er, holding a crystal-like ice plate with a few lines written on it.

Feng'er's hands trembled, her face was pale, and the tips of her white hair couldn't stop shaking.

The boy smiled, took the ice plate away, and turned to leave. "Wait, I swear." Feng'er suddenly spoke. The boy gave her a strange look, but still held the ice plate in front of her.

"I, Feng'er, am willing to recognize Wu Gen as the master, and I will not betray him for the rest of my life. If you break this oath, you will die." Feng'er stared at the ice board and read word by word. After finishing reading, Feng'er seemed to be deflated, her body softened, and Qihe hurriedly stepped forward to support her, so as not to collapse to the ground.

Wu Yan was stunned, he didn't expect Wu Yi to be so well prepared, and it seemed that he was indeed very dissatisfied with Feng'er.

Snow Tong laughed, and the ice plate in his hand turned into countless pieces of debris, flying into the air and disappearing. Of course, Wu Jian wouldn't think that this was just a child's play, and the Guizhen clan wouldn't joke about such things as oaths.

There was a burst of inexplicability in my heart

The feeling, this feeling is very mysterious, but there is nothing after careful experience, but in the dark, Wu Jian feels that he has established a connection with Feng'er. This kind of causal entanglement engraved on the soul of the god is definitely not so simple.

Feng'er also seemed to be aware of this change, her face was pale, and she looked at Wu Jian with a complicated expression. Suddenly, the wrinkles on Feng'er's face faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, her white hair tended to be jet black, her rickety body gradually straightened up, and her originally somewhat shriveled body became plump again.

This kind of rejuvenating method of creation is really miraculous, which makes Wu Yi's weight in everyone's hearts a little heavier.

Seeing that her body had recovered, Feng'er glanced at Wu Gan, turned around and left without saying a word. Qi He glanced at Wu Gan, but he sighed and hurriedly chased after Feng'er.

Wu Yan shrugged his shoulders and continued his cultivation, how Qi He thought in his heart was not something he could guess, anyway, Feng'er was forced to admit the master.

The cultivation of entering the illusion realm has lasted for nearly a month, and Wu Gen is familiar with standing on the hills, looking around, only to find that there is only one doppelganger standing on the path next to him.

I was stunned for a moment, but I didn't expect that my cultivation had reached the last moment. Looking at the lonely figure in the distance, I felt a little relieved and a little afraid. In the past few days, I don't know how I don't know, the more I get to the end, the stronger the opponent becomes. This time, the opponent looked a little different than before, and he was much more silent.

The "Wu Gan" on the opposite side slowly turned around, holding the knife in both arms, with a hint of sneer on the corner of his mouth, and looked at Wu Jian coldly. The other party's knife was also rusty, but it was much wider than the broken knife in Wu Gan's hand, and the tip of the knife was hooked back like an eagle's beak. The strangest thing is that the other party's pupils turned white, and black eyes were wrapped around him.

"We finally met." "Wu Gan" said loudly, "Today is the battle of life and death between you and me, and the one who survives is Wu Gan."

Wu Gen shook his head helplessly, "I don't agree with this, Wu Gen can only have one, no matter whether he wins or loses, that is me." As for you, you're just a wretched creature trying to get famous."

"Really?" "Wu Gan" looked up to the sky and laughed, "The winner is king, the loser is the villain, and the dead will not compete with the living for fame."

Wu Yan smiled and said, "This is reasonable, then please die for a while."

"Wu Gan" couldn't help but sigh when he heard this, "If it weren't for the protection that Wu Yi put on you, how could you have won so many games in a row. Today, with the knife in my hand, I will defeat you, a dog slave who can only hide behind a woman and be coquettish, thinking that Wu Gan is right."

Wu Yan smiled and applauded, "I like to eat soft rice, at first glance, since it is separated from me, it is better to be honest and small, and it will not be your turn to take the position."

"Wu Gan" became a little impatient, "Say so much nonsense, let's see the truth under your hands, the affairs of the world will eventually be solved with fists."

"Okay, let's go to the lake and have a fight, please."

"Please."