Wang Yan and Wang Luomei finally left the territory belonging to Dasheng after a long journey of eight thousand miles, which was originally a happy thing, but Wang Yan couldn't be happy, he saw Mu Sirong drowning in the thunder sea for the last time. The concern for Mousse Rong's safety has never stopped.

His titular master, Mu Yun Sword Immortal, died in the Immortal Tribulation, although he had seen a few times that the people who had crossed the Immortal Tribulation were in danger, it didn't mean that the power of the Immortal Tribulation was not strong.

The Ascending Immortal Tribulation is called the Heavenly Trench, and countless cultivators have been blocked from pursuing the Immortal Realm by this calamity, not to mention that Mu Sirong was believed to have someone to help her prevent the calamity during this calamity.

If the owner of the Beijian Villa for two consecutive sessions died because of the Immortal Tribulation, then the Beijian Villa would truly become a joke in the cultivation world.

The sword carried the two of them and continued to fly forward, the vast snowfield was white, and the sun shone blindly.

Wang Yanyu remembered that at that time, Nan Yujian rode his horse and galloped for three hundred miles to reach Beiyuan City, as long as he flew a hundred miles further, he could come to the place where he first woke up in this world.

"Sister is not far in front of us and we are about to arrive, then we can go home, we are not allowed to live quietly in this world, we still have a hometown to go to, we can live a dull life there. Although Wang Yan was still worried about Mu Sirong, the distance from home was getting closer and closer, and his emotions began to become nervous. He hadn't been back for a long time.

Wang Luomei didn't answer Wang Yan for a while, and a bad warning appeared in Wang Yan's heart.

"Sister"

"Sister"

Wang Yan shouted twice in a row, but no one responded. Suddenly, he felt the sword under his feet lighten, as if something had fallen.

It was Wang Luomei's body.

Wang Yan immediately reversed the direction of the Upper Evil Sword and rushed straight down, finally hugging Wang Luomei's body when she was about to fall to the ground.

Wang Luomei's eyelashes blinked slightly, and there was no trace of blood on her face, whiter than the snow on the ground.

The weak eyelids seem to be able to sleep at any time.

"Brother, I'm so cold, I'm so tired. Wang Luomei's voice was as small as an insect's groan.

"What the hell is going on, it was okay just now. Wang Yan panicked and grabbed Wang Luomei's vein.

After a while, his face was gloomy.

Wang Luomei's pulse was extremely unstable, countless true qi were scurrying in her meridians, and the three true qi that should have been stable began to be chaotic again, among which Wang Yan felt a familiar aura, which was King Chu Yun's exclusive move, the Void Palm Seal.

Wang Yan finally knew why King Chu Yun wanted to let them go, it turned out that he didn't want Wang Luomei to live at all.

Wang Luomei was actually hit by King Chuyun's palm under Wang Yan's unknowable circumstances, this palm directly disrupted the peace in Wang Luomei's body before, it can be said that the current Wang Luomei is more dangerous than when she was lying unconscious on the hospital bed before, before she only had a demonic qi in her body, and now the Buddha Qi at the level of Master Delu's ascension to the Immortal Realm also exists in her body, plus after she broke through the Ascending Immortal Realm, a large amount of True Yuan was poured in, and now her body is like a battlefield, and the three true qi are constantly fighting all the time.

"Sister, don't sleep, I'll take you home. "After a lot of hard work, I finally invited Master Delu to treat Wang Luomei.

Master Delu used his life to stabilize Wang Luomei's condition, and he was destroyed under the void palm print of King Chu Yun.

Previously, Wang Luomei only had demonic qi in her body and could go to the demon clan to find a way to crack it, but now Wang Luomei's three true qi are chaotic, and there is no point in going to the demon clan again, and they also solve such a problem. Unless Wang Yan has the ability to gather the masters of the Demon Race, the Buddhism Sect, and the Terran Race, and then use their Origin True Qi to dissolve the power in Wang Luomei's body.

There is no other way but to do this.

Wang Yan and the Demon Clan are already hostile, how can they invite the Demon Clan masters, just now they parted ways with the Human Race for Wang Luomei, and the death of Master Delu made him and Lingyun Temple have a deep blood feud, it is already a good thing not to kill him, how can he come to help him again.

In this way, Wang Yan can't even invite anyone, so there is no way at all.

Wang Yan carried Wang Luomei forward on his back, only a hundred miles away from where he woke up, if anything happened to Wang Luomei, then he would also take Wang Luomei's body back to his hometown.

The leaves fall back to the roots, and the body and soul return to their hometown.

If Wang Luomei is really dead, then after he buries Wang Luomei in his hometown, he will definitely come back to take revenge, and his goal in this life is to kill King Chuyun.

Time flies, Wang Yan has come to the place where he once woke up, and Wang Luomei breathed faintly behind him.

The cold air, everything is cold, but Wang Yan's back feels unusually hot, like a furnace behind Wang Yan, Wang Luomei has been having a high fever since she fell from the sky, Wang Yan fed Wang Luomei the only remaining healing pills, but it still didn't get better.

Wang Yan sighed: "I can finally go home." ”

But when he searched around, he found that there was nowhere to get home.

Where are the mountains? Where are the caves? Where are the formations?

Nothing.

Just plains, endless plains.

"It can't be, it can't be like this, it must be that I'm in the wrong place, or that the position where I woke up is different from the position I crossed. ”

Wang Yan walked around like a headless fly, sometimes to the east, sometimes to the west.

After two hours, Wang Yan ran around the twenty-mile radius in the middle of the position where he woke up, and did not find anything abnormal.

A deep despair shrouded Wang Yan's heart.

He knelt in the snow and covered his face with his hands and cried: "Why can't I find it? I just want to go home, is it so difficult? I just go home such a small wish, God will not grant it?"

No one could answer his question, and his voice kept echoing around him, and there was no one here except for the wind and snow, and there was endless loneliness.

"Brother" Wang Luomei called softly behind Wang Yan's back.

"Hey, brother, we'll be home soon. Wang Yan stood up and wiped his eyes indiscriminately, revealing an ugly smile, and then coaxed Wang Luomei in the way of coaxing a child.

"Brother, kill me, I hurt so much. ”

The three strands of true qi in her body kept hurting her meridians, how could she not be in pain, she was enjoying the punishment of thousands of knives all the time, she had already held on all the way, she couldn't hold on anymore, she had no ability to commit suicide, she just wanted Wang Yan to kill her and completely end this pain.

Wang Yan was stunned for a moment, his spirit was like a thunderbolt from the sky, how could he not know how much pain Wang Luomei had endured, he just wanted Wang Luomei to live, and he wanted to take her home.

His voice couldn't help but tremble and said, "What are you talking nonsense, Huoyun Kingdom is waiting for us to go back, and the revenge of our parents is still waiting for us to avenge it?

"Hmm" Wang Luomei hummed softly, and her mind fell into chaos, but she didn't fall asleep, there was still a flame burning in her mind, which was her last hope.

Wang Yan strengthened his confidence, he must find his way home, and if he can't find him, he will keep going north.