A faint voice came in, and Shen Qingyi's advancing sword stopped.

This voice was somewhat familiar, and Shen Qingyi looked down.

In the ocean, a few tenacious ancient trees are crumbling.

And the place where the sound came out just now was on the branch of an ancient tree.

That ancient tree is almost unable to hold on.

Song Mian was a little desperate, this area originally belonged to the periphery, the terrain was complex, there were cliffs and mountain walls, and there were few monks and mortals who came and went on weekdays.

After the long flood, it is even more dangerous.

Therefore, this is not the focus of this rescue, and there are no low-level monks passing by.

The first few times, there were a few Zhuji monks passing by, but Song Mian was in a coma, and she finally woke up at this moment, and she had been screaming for nearly three hours.

At this moment, the big tree is about to fall, and if it falls, there is a turbulent waterfall not far behind it.

Once she is washed away, with the complexity of the nearby terrain, the danger, and her own cultivation, she will definitely die in a life.

Song Mian's vision was a little blurry, but the will to survive made her subconsciously ask for help.

The hand that grabbed the trunk of the tree had already been blurred by the flesh and blood, and after being soaked in the flood, it became even more terrifying.

The red is white, and some wounds can even see the bones inside.

The strength of his whole body became smaller and smaller, and he was almost swept away by the flood several times.

Seeing that he couldn't hold on, he suddenly felt lighter.

Song Mian's originally somewhat chaotic consciousness suddenly became a spirit.

I subconsciously wanted to grab the life-saving tree, but I missed it.

Song Mian couldn't help but cry out in horror.

In the next second, the body that was in the air suddenly fell to the ground.

Putting Song Mian on his small flying boat, Shen Qingyi took out a healing pill from the storage bag.

"For healing, let's eat it."

Shen Qingyi had already recognized who the person in front of him was.

It was the female cultivator who had warned her in Cloud Scattered City.

If she hadn't remembered her voice and paused when she heard the faint sound, she might not have paused for a moment in the tumultuous river.

Song Mian grabbed the armrests with both hands, and the sound of the wind whistling in her ears, as well as Shen Qingyi's voice, made her gradually come back to her senses.

Seeing the pill handed to him, Song Mian gritted his teeth, took the pill, and put it in his mouth.

Her cultivation was too weak, and she was unfortunately affected by the battle, and then she was swept away by the flood, and finally managed to pick up a life, but at this moment she was also seriously injured.

The money on his body has long since disappeared in the flood.

And even if she has the money, at most she will hire a mortal doctor.

At the entrance of the elixir, it suddenly turned into a stream of spiritual power, and the spiritual power followed her meridians, down little by little.

The warmth that I hadn't felt for a long time soothed my brows that were originally frowning because of the pain.

Song Mian hadn't felt this feeling of spiritual nourishment for too long, and the big low was after she went from family pride to a waste that everyone could spur.

Later, he was expelled by the Song family, and after wandering around, he didn't feel it anymore.

The nun in front of her saved her.

For Shen Qingyi's eyes, Song Mian was very impressed.

"Thank you, thank you, senior."

"You're welcome, thanks to your reminder."

Shen Qingyi's words were like this, but Song Mian knew that even if he didn't have his own reminder, the senior cultivator in front of him had a great chance of protecting himself.

After all, the one who can fly with the sword and the imperial treasure is not a Qi cultivator.

Chapter 211: Save Song Mian