Because Si Dao fainted, everyone could not board the Hehuan stone boat. They want to turn Huanzong, so they can only go back on their own.

Jianshan is located in the center of Mofu. If they were to fly west, they would need to pass through "wild" countries. The Wild Kingdom Imperial Spirit Sect recognizes the existence of the demon clan, and its concept is not in line with that of the Hehuan Sect. Therefore, they chose to fly to the east.

The trip was slow, and Homulo was weak and needed time to recover.

In Sword Mountain, Si Dao was nothing more than a lowly monk at the second level of Qi refining, but he separated his will from his shell. Such an act comes at a great cost. Only when the cultivation has reached the extreme and the spiritual power is strong enough can the consciousness be completely separated from the physical body and placed on the spirit.

Si Dao obviously does not have this condition. He had just begun to cultivate, and the accumulation of spiritual power had not yet been completed, so how could he talk about the extreme? Si Dao did not know how he could separate his will from the exorcism. All he remembered was a strange white light. Under the guidance of the white light, he inexplicably became a state of will.

His spiritual power is not enough to maintain the state of will, so he constantly consumes vitality and mental power to maintain the will immortal. When the vitality is exhausted and the spirit withers, Si Dao falls into death. In order to save him, He Muluo gave him a hundred years of life to save his life.

He Muluo paid such a price, and it was not easy to recover. She rested all the way, and the trip was naturally delayed. The girl beside her cultivated profoundly, using a red silk as a carrier to support everyone to fly. Cheng Yang and Ye Mu finally reacted, this girl was the Holy Maiden of Hehuan. It was very unexpected. Since more than ten years ago, after the Holy Maiden of Hehuan was assassinated by a mysterious organization, she has rarely left the sect.

No one would have thought that the Holy Maiden would come to Shang Zhengguo. Because, everyone knows that the Holy Maiden of Hehuan is a Hehuan out-of-school school, and she will not participate in Mowen. Prior to this, Ye Mu and Cheng Yang had not received any news of the saint's travel.

Along the way, everyone could feel the strange relationship between Si Dao and He Milo. He Muluo is Si Dao's life-saving benefactor. But the relationship between the two is cold.

What's even more strange is that Si Dao is the object of love robbery chosen by He Muluo. At the same time, Si Dao is also the fiancé of the saint. And the saint and Homulo are good friends. The relationship between the three is intricate and incomprehensible.

The most calm and comfortable person is Liu Yuanjin. He is always smiling, and even has time to enjoy the scenery along the way. When he paused, he would take the booklet out of his bosom and study. The booklet records the advanced technology of Shang Zhengguo.

In Liu Yuanjin's eyes, the embarrassment of the road does not exist at all. He didn't try to persuade Si Dao like before, he just smiled and didn't say a word, as if he saw through everything.

When night fell, the crowd did not continue on their way. They couldn't catch up with the Hehuan Stone Boat anyway, and their itinerary was naturally not urgent.

The Hehuan Stone Ship was a warship and could not stay in Shangzhengguo for a long time. If the Hehuan stone boat stays too long, it will arouse the suspicion of others. The saint did not return, and the Hehuan stone boat could only return to the Spring Country as planned.

After a few days of flying, the crowd was able to get close to the shoreline. They chose a dilapidated temple to settle in. Tomorrow, they will start their long sea flight.

This time the break was very long, and Si Dao found an opportunity to meet with He Muluo alone.

He Muluo sat on the white cloth, his face was pale, and there was no blood. Si Dao never thought that the predecessor of Jiedan would be just like mortals, full of pathology.

He Muluo was reluctant to see Si Dao. She was indifferent and covered her face with a white veil.

"Division...... Sister, thank you. Si Dao said. He didn't know what to say, so he could only thank him again.

"I'm bad for your Dao heart. Saving your life is compensation. In this way, we are both clear. From now on, the agreement between us is broken, and you don't need to be my love calamity. He Muluo said in a cold tone.

On that day, the conversation between the priest and the saint. She actually heard it. But she did not correct the way the Tao addressed her as "senior sister".

"It's my fault sister, I'm sorry. My life was saved by my sister. In the future, no matter what, but according to the orders of my senior sister. "Si Dao's attitude is sincere.

"I took you into Sword Mountain, so naturally I have to take care of your safety. You don't need to thank me. ”

At the beginning, He Miaoluo had good intentions and hoped that Si Dao could feel the sword intent in the Sword Mountain. This is a great opportunity.

Although Si Dao is a human being in two lives, he doesn't know how to respond. He saw that He Miluo still had a straight face, so he had no choice but to bow and leave.

When he retired, He Muluo couldn't help but slap the white cloth under him angrily. She looked angry, as if Si Dao had done something very wrong again. Seeing this, Si Dao had no choice but to stand aside, and he didn't dare to retreat again.

"You can do anything for me, is it true?" said Homulus hatefully.

Si Dao nodded affirmatively.

"I want you to be my love calamity immortal. I hope you can fall in love with me. Is that okay?"

He Miaoluo had just terminated Si Dao's immortal agreement, but now he had made this request again.

Si Dao actually wanted to agree to the other party. But where is love, you can love. He subconsciously hesitated, not knowing how to answer. He was reluctant to make a promise if there was no guarantee of completion. This hesitation was seen by He Muluo.

Seeing this, He Muluo changed his face again: "Sure enough, what the Mojing said is right, you don't care about me at all." I'm not too strong to be difficult, you just go. ”

"Why didn't I care about my senior sister?"

"You see that my eyes are so clear, where do you like the way I look?"

Saying that, He Miluo felt very wronged, and couldn't help crying.

She is Si Dao's uncle, who is over 100 years old, but at the moment she looks like a wronged girl, crying Si Dao at a loss.

Out of instinct, Si Dao walked up and hugged He Muluo.

He hugged her for the first time. She instinctively shuddered and tried to push him away, but couldn't. In the end, she hugged him too.

The misunderstanding between the two disappeared at this moment.

Just as the two were embracing, a violent explosion suddenly came from outside.

In the next moment, the temple shattered, and a huge fireball as dazzling as the sun fell from above, rushing towards it. It was night, but everything on the earth was brightened by the light of fire.

The fireball was so big that it covered the sky and completely occupied the vision of the priest. He felt the endless energy contained in the fireball, but not a trace of heat. On the contrary, it was as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and he only felt that it was extremely cold. This is the bitter cold of death.

In the face of absolute power, Si Dao couldn't resist, and he couldn't afford to resist at all. He just stood stupidly and watched the fireball keep approaching.

A shadow appeared in front of him, and it was Homulo.