At this moment, the scene outside the thunder circle has changed magically. ——The skin and flesh on Shaobai's back began to heal gradually, and the cultivation in his body was slowly recovering. He was already able to convey cultivation to Shurou with his hands.

Su Rou sighed: "Shaobai, it's useless." I was beaten back to square one. She felt that Shaobai's input of cultivation seemed to have entered a bottomless pit, unable to accumulate in her body, and had no effect at all.

"Don't give up!" Shaobai said.

Under the thunder of the five thunders, Shaobai felt that the recovery of his internal cultivation was quite slow, and there were even signs of being condensed and blocked, but overall, his cultivation was recovering.

In this way, the fifth and sixth five thunderbolts lasted for a quarter of an hour. A couple who love each other also endured a quarter of an hour of cruel suffering.

Surou has turned into a piece of paper, and all parts of her body are red except for the face which is half red and half blue, and it is really ugly to the point of horror.

But

Crispy was not killed. She still breathes. Her hand and Shaobai's hand were held tightly.

After the last two thunderbolts, the sky gradually brightened. The gray hair is slowly turning black, and the face is slowly recovering. The soft paper-thin body gradually plumped up like an inflatable ball, and the red and blue colors on the face gradually faded.

Moments later, the sky cleared. At this time, Shaobai's hair was already completely black, and his internal cultivation was slowly gathering. And Su Rou regained her figure, and one of her cheeks became fair and delicate.

It's providential!

Shenjun's thick eyebrows were furrowed, and his face was full of suspicion. He had a question in his heart - why he had experienced the curse of six thunders and five thunders, and Shurou was not killed, and she also recovered her figure and appearance.

A group of immortals and demon beast leaders stared at Su Rou with surprised eyes.

Biyue, who was laughing at Crispy Rou just now, was also stunned and looked at Crispy Rou in disbelief.

The soft body turned in a circle, the skirt fluttered in the wind, and the two pairs of show hands that exposed the skirt sleeves were still white and slender, and couldn't help but say happily: "Shaobai, am I becoming beautiful again?"

Shaobai frowned, and looked at her in surprise, "You are not simple." ”

Six thunders and five thunderbolts can't kill Crisp Soft, Crisp Soft is indeed not simple.

It's a moment. The sun was shining high in the sky, and the earth was bathed in a bright sun.

The flowers on the altar are gone, and the invisible blockade force has been withdrawn.

Flying White Tiger, Miao Yi, Bai Tian, Long Da, and Long Er were the first to break into the Fengshen Platform.

Under the leadership of the Divine Monarch, a group of gods and demon beast leaders flew to the vicinity of the Fengshen Platform.

"Martial God!" the Divine Monarch shouted respectfully as he bowed his hand to Shaobai in the void.

"The Divine Monarch doesn't have to be so polite. Shaobai hurriedly replied with a bow.

"Martial God!" The leaders of the gods and demon beasts looked at Shaobai's eyes full of awe, and while they shouted, they bowed down one after another!

Shaobai also bowed his hand!

"Martial God, you rest more. After the Divine Monarch told Shaobai, he would take Fairy Muyun and Aoxue away. At this time, Ao Xue said: "Martial God, can I still call you Shaobai?" Ao Xue's injury had not recovered, her face was still a little pale, and her voice was very weak at the moment.

"Hmm. Shaobai nodded.

If before, the lively and lovely Ao Xue would definitely smile happily when she saw Shaobai answer her so simply, but at this moment, her eyes were slightly red, and she said lightly: "Shaobai, you rest more." She regretted it, and she reluctantly flew away with the Divine Monarch. Before leaving, Fairy Muyun turned her head and glanced at Shaobai sadly, and sighed deeply.

The reason why Fairy Muyun sighed was so soft that Shaobai understood it now, she was sighing for her daughter Aoxue, and her complaining eyes had the meaning of reproaching Shaobai for not loving Aoxue.

A group of immortals and demon beast leaders left one after another. On the Fengshen platform, only Miaoyi, Bai Tian, Feitian White Tiger, Long Da, Long Er, Daha, and Erha accompanied Shaobai and Surou.

Da Ha and Er Ha deeply felt the grace of Shaobai's gift of mana, and kept asking Shaobai and Shurou about their physical condition, and only when they heard them say that their bodies were fine, they left with confidence.

"Third sister, you scared us to death just now. Miao Yi and Bai Tian told Shurou their sad feelings.

"Master, are you alright?"

"Master, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. In the face of the concern of the Flying White Tiger, Long Da and Long Er, Shaobai was very relieved. He stroked the head of the Flying White Tiger with his right hand and sighed, "I didn't expect you to be so loyal to me, from today onwards, you can see me in human form." ”

The Flying White Tiger did not show his human form, but said innocently: "Master, I have sinned a lot in the past, but you have accepted me as a mount regardless of your past suspicions." Such a great kindness, I cannot forget, I want to be your mount forever. In front of you, I will not appear in human form unless I have to. ”

Shaobai sighed: "Crazy Tiger!" He stroked the head of the Flying White Tiger deeply.

The flying white tiger knelt on his stomach, and a pair of tiger eyes looked at him meekly.

Miao Yi gave a thumbs up and said, "Uncle White Tiger, praise for you." ”

"You come with me to live in the Martial God Mansion. Shaobai looked at Crisp Rou.

"Shaobai, are you asking me to go to live in the Martial God Mansion?"

"Don't you want to go?"

"I'll go! I'll go!"

Miao Yi smiled: "Martial God, the third sister is handed over to you." ”

"Third sister, congratulations!" Bai Tian smiled and cast a blessed look at Surou.

Long Da and Long Er looked at Su Rou in surprise, they didn't expect that a painted fox would also get their master's love.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Shaobai said lightly to Miao Yi and Bai Tian: "I'm just doing this to keep an eye on her physical state." When she is well, I will let her come to live with you. ”

Miao Yi smiled: "Martial God, we all saw the performance of you and the third sister just now. Since you love each other deeply, I think you will live together. ”

Shaobai's face was straight, and he said in a deep voice: "I was here to save her just now." ”

The invincible martial god, but so shy. Shaobai still didn't admit that he loved Surou. But Su Rou no longer needed him to admit it, and her heart gradually became less and less strongly asked Shaobai to love her, because she had understood that Fang Cai's curse was directed at her, and it also affected Shaobai because of this. For Shaobai's safety, she began to prefer Shaobai not to love her, so she obediently said: "I listen to Shaobai." ”

Su Rou said: "Shaobai, the Martial God Mansion is so big, can the eldest sister and second sister come over to accompany me?"

"Hmm. ”

The group returned to Shaobai's Martial God Mansion. That night, Shaobai slept in the main hall, and the three sisters slept in the side hall.

In the early morning of the next day, Shao Baimao got up at the beginning of the year and spit out on his knees. When he arrived, he suddenly saw Bai Tian hurriedly come in and call him: "Martial God, go and see the third sister, she, she ......" with a panicked face, and the words couldn't be smooth.

Shaobai walked out of the palace gate quickly, turned around and entered the side hall where the three sisters lived in Surou. After entering the door, I found that the crisp soft breathing leaning on Miaoyi's arms was short, and her mouth kept vomiting and coughing dryly, and her figure was distorted and deformed, and her face was red, blue, and white for a while, and her painful appearance was like suffering from the punishment of five thunders.

Withdrawing Miao Yi and Bai Tian, Shao Bai's right arm held Shu Rou in front of her chest, and the palm of her left hand was close to the palm of her left hand, and a stream of cultivation passed in.

"Let it go, Shaobai. Crispy sighed. After a while, her body turned into a piece of paper again, and Shaobai was so busy that she was sweating, and she didn't see any improvement.

"Bear with me, I'll come when I go. After saying that, he covered his mouth and turned around and went out of the temple gate.

Within a few steps of leaving the temple gate, he spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground with a "wow!"

Summoning the Flying White Tiger, Shaobai rode it to a nearby bamboo forest, breaking a few long bamboos and flying back the same way. On the way back, Shaobai quickly made a few bamboo flutes with a knife transformed by spells.

Back at Suro, all you could hear was Surou's faint breathing and painful gasps. He sighed in his heart, picked up a bamboo flute and blew it, wanting to follow the method of transmitting the sound of the flute that day, and pass the cultivation into the body of Shurou to heal his injuries.

However, he tried several bamboo flutes, but found that he could only blow the paper-thin crisp soft and tremble, but it could not relieve her pain.

Crispy endured the severe pain and teased, "Do you want me to dance?" Her erect body swayed, and she could fall down at any moment.

Crisp Rou's breathing seemed to be a little smoother, and she could still laugh, so Shaobai tried harder to heal Crispy Rou's, but soon found out that his judgment was wrong. The higher the cultivation he sent out through Xiao Yin, the more her hands and feet shook violently, and she was in danger of tearing her paper-thin body at any time.

"Puff!Puff~~~"

Shaobai stopped the, but as soon as the flute left his mouth, he spit out several mouthfuls of blood in a row. At the same time, he was shocked in his heart—the cultivation that had recovered from yesterday's body showed signs of diarrhea. Fortunately, he immediately adjusted the breath in his body, and found that the cultivation in his body was still being repaired, so he was a little more settled.

"Shaobai, please leave me alone. ”

Shaobai didn't give up, he gently put Shurou on the bed, picked up a bamboo flute, and blew it slowly. This time, the cultivation of Xiao Yin was very gentle, although she couldn't blow back her delicate figure, and her face was still extremely ugly, but it relieved some of the pain of Crisp Rou, her breathing was no longer rapid, and her wheezing sound was less.

After blowing for a quarter of an hour, Shaobai finally couldn't bear the blood that was rushing out of his chest, moved the flute away from his lips, spit out a mouthful of blood with "wow", and continued to put the flute between his lips and continue to blow.

"Shaobai ......" Shusoft cried, but her eyes were flattened, and she couldn't squeeze out a single tear.

It's time to go. Crisp and miraculously restored her figure and appearance. She couldn't wait to rush up, hugged Shaobai tightly, and pressed her delicate left cheek to Shaobai's miserable right cheek, tears pouring down from her eyes like a waterfall.

At this moment, Su Rou was speechless, only sobbing. ——In the past hour, Shaobai has vomited blood for her more than ten times. Every time he vomited blood, there was an extra pale on his pale face.

"Cough!" Shaobai coughed loudly with his hands, pushed away Shurou, and asked, "I gave a slow just now, will you still be uncomfortable?"

"It's not uncomfortable......" Shurou burst into tears again.

"That's good. After speaking, Shaobai walked into the main hall and fell asleep on the bed. Crisp Rou followed, and took care of him with the Flying White Tiger. In the evening, Shaobai woke up, his face had recovered, he adjusted his breath slightly, and found that his cultivation had also recovered, but it seemed to be only a little stronger than yesterday, with such a recovery speed, he estimated that it would take at least a year to recover the original 100,000-year-old cultivation, and he was worried that the Demon Emperor would lead his troops to take advantage of the weakness, and he couldn't help frowning, and it was difficult to let go.