Fuyi slowly closed her eyes, her divine sense spread out in a radius of fifteen miles, she longed to turn every inch of land over, she knew that she couldn't find her sleeves, but the depression and anger in her heart couldn't be vented.

"Get out!"

The roar with aura and murderous intent echoed in the dense forest, and every time I watched her disappear, the powerlessness and resentment in my heart would increase a little, and these two souls living in my sister's body were like two jokes, only when they disappeared cleanly, the hatred in my heart could dissipate.

It's not that she can't coexist peacefully with hatred, she has long learned to live in friendship with any kind of negative emotions, and even occasionally uses these emotions to explode with amazing strength, but this time, she still can't suppress the strong regret in her heart.

It was only a hair's length away that she could stir up the sea of people's senses......

The complex emotions spread to the whole body, igniting the anger of the clothes, and the Qiankun Sword clanged in the air, erupting one after another dazzling white light. The sword qi slammed into the surrounding aura, and the whistling sound resounded through the dense forest, but it made the forest even more silent.

"Dao, Daoyou......" A weak female voice came from below, waking up the Fu Yi who was immersed in anger. "Can you raise your hand ......?"

As soon as his clothes were relieved, the Qiankun sword brushed back to the dantian, trembling gently across the black and white pisces, as if he was still reminiscing about the battle just now.

"I'm sorry. Whisk clothes jumped into the mist, put the flying sword back into the storage bag, took out a healing pill and handed it to the green-clothed female monk, "I was entrusted by your Taoist companion to come to help, since the Taoist friend has nothing to do......

The nun thought that she was going to leave in style, and was about to ask her to stay, so she could thank her sincerely, but she suddenly grinned when she saw Fuyi.

As the saying goes, the grace of a drop of water is reciprocated, and I don't need to pay too much, as long as the unintentional fragment is given to me. ”

The female cultivator had a ghostly expression on her pale face, thinking that she was meeting a righteous sword cultivator who had done good things and waved away, but she didn't expect that the other party was much more than she imagined. The nun was slightly stunned for a moment, then shook her head with a wry smile after reacting. "It's not that I don't give it, it's that the fragment is not on me in the first place. ”

Flicking his clothes and holding his forehead, he was annoyed by his mistake. That male cultivator is not a selfless person at first glance, how can he put the gains from his experience on the Taoist couple?

"Then would you like to help me contact your fellow Daoists?" Fu Yi smiled calmly, as if she couldn't see the estrangement between the two at all. "You summon him to come over, if it's inconvenient for him, I'll go to him personally." ”

"I ......" The nun wanted to leave and no longer want to abandon the person who fled for her life, but considering that the grace of saving her life must be repaid, she still took out the messenger and sent it out. "If he ignores him, I will take my fellow Daoists to the cave to find him, if he is not there, I have no other way. ”

Fu Yi nodded in agreement, this so-called life-saving grace is actually far-fetched, if it weren't for the fact that she tried a new sword by the way to kill Fu Sleeve, she wouldn't have cared about this nosy trip at all. In this case, the other party was willing to help her contact the male cultivator, most likely because she was already enduring disgust and resentment, and she didn't want to ask for more.

After the summons were sent, the two of them left the center of the fighting method and went to a safe place to recover and heal. In the occasional small talk, Fu Yi learned that the female cultivator's name was Song Sihua, and the male cultivator named Tian Haoran was originally a childhood sweetheart, growing up together and cultivating together, and they have been together for nearly 30 years.

"Alas, I thought that Taoist couples like us, who had gone through ups and downs, would not have any disagreement because of anything, but it turned out to be so disappointing. Song Sihua recovered nearly half of his injuries, his face was still not very good-looking, and he was obviously still saddened by this betrayal.

It's hard to persuade her to do so, after all, in her opinion, this is a great thing, and if she suffers a little injury, she will see through and get rid of a person, isn't it a happy event?

Song Sihua doesn't look like a brainless girl, and if she can't see through it, it's only temporary, and sooner or later she will figure it out.

"It looks like he's not going to reply. After waiting for about half an hour, the message came out like a drop of water, and it didn't cause any reaction. Song Sihua got up slowly, pointed to the road out of the dense forest, and said softly, "The cave where we temporarily live is over there, and Daoist friends come with me." ”

Fu Yi nodded, and flew after her in the mist, and when the sun set, the two of them came to the foot of a low mountain, and at a glance they saw the messenger suspended outside the formation barrier.

"Why don't people collect talismans in the cave?" Song Sihua frowned, took out a token to close the formation, and in the cave that was revealed, there was a corpse of a male cultivator with dry skin and flesh, and the corpse of a female cultivator with revealing clothes.

The two of them stood in place for a long time before they reacted, this male correction was Tian Haoran, a Taoist painter painted by Song Si.

Fu Yi has seen more strange scenes than Song Sihua ate Bigu Dan, and at a glance he could see that this was Tian Haoran's attempt to snatch people's spiritual power, help him recover from his injuries and improve his cultivation, but he didn't expect to be eaten by someone when he encountered hard stubble, and finally died together.

"Song Daoyou mourns. Fuyi turned his head to look at Song Sihua, who was still calm, and with a move of his senses, he pulled Tian Haoran's storage bag into his hand, found fragments from a pile of broken copper and iron, and returned the storage bag to Song Sihua in its entirety. "If you don't mind, I'll take the things away first. ”

Fu Yi thought very clearly, in fact, it was useless for Song Sihua to mind, if there was a move to snatch it back, she wouldn't mind letting Qiankun come out to fight again.

Fortunately, Song Sihua just nodded stunned, sighed and said: "Helping Daoyou save my life, I should have given it as a heavy gift, but my net worth is limited and I am really powerless, if this thing can satisfy Daoyou, I don't have to be obsessed with paying off the cause and effect." ”

Seeing that she still wanted to stay here to clean up, Fuyi said a few polite words and left the place with a deep mist. Flying in the night sky, the depression in my heart finally dissipated a lot.

"If these two fragments can't be recovered, the machine spirit will never be restored, and as for the original soul of the sleeve, hmph, sooner or later it will be destroyed in my hands. "The clothes are not conceited, but calmly analyzed, as long as there is no help from the spirits, and the arrogant and arrogant brushing of the sleeves that have no understanding of the Immortal Cultivation Domain, it is not a threat at all.

What's more, after this battle, the body of the sleeves, the sea and the dantian were seriously injured, and it was impossible to come out and jump if they didn't find a place where birds didn't lay eggs for a year and a half. Thinking about it like this, Fu Yi felt a lot more relaxed, and the speed of Edgeworth involuntarily accelerated, and it disappeared into the sky without leaving a trace.

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