After another burst of dizziness, Mo Chen slowly opened his eyes, and his consciousness was still a little trance.

I vaguely remember that before entering the demon spirit position karma map, the sky and the earth were still full of sunshine, but now the surroundings are pitch black, and I can't see my fingers.

I felt it carefully, but I felt a sharp pain all over my body, and the internal organs in my body seemed to be churning constantly.

He took a slow breath, trying to calm his breath, but was surprised to find that the air around him seemed to be getting less and less, and the feeling of suffocation was getting stronger and stronger.

Feeling that something was wrong, he just wanted to look up, but with a "bang", his head hit a hard place.

I wanted to reach out and cover my forehead, but found that my limbs were also bound by the weight and couldn't move.

Unable to think of a way for a while, Mo Chen could only close his eyes again and adjust his qi and blood, relieve the pain and concentrate again.

After a few breaths, I opened my eyes again, and the tips of my fingers condensed a little thunder light, illuminating my body, only to find that I was buried in the mound.

He was thinking hard about how to withdraw, when suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, condensed the aura in his palm, and suddenly the thunder in the sky shone, and a thick lightning bolt followed the guidance, and slashed down towards the mound of ink dust.

The next moment, Mochen regretted it,

The thunder roared, the sand and dust filled the air, and in an instant the mound of earth had disappeared, leaving only a large crater of blazing heat.

The ink dust was full of dust, and he spit out the sand in his mouth in embarrassment, wiped his face embarrassedly, wiped off the sand that blocked his vision, and shook his hand to disperse the sand and dust in front of him, before he sat up in the pit, opened his eyes and looked around, the sun was shining, and there was still a little unmelted snow on the ground.

But he looked behind him for a long time, but he didn't find any trace of the emperor wind chime.

He was so anxious that his heart couldn't stop pounding, he hurriedly got up and ran forward, and kept chanting in his heart: "Sister Wind Chime, you can't have an accident!"

Fortunately, just after he ran a few steps with all his might, he found that Emperor Fengchi was lying next to a huge rock in front of him at the moment, breathing steadily, and the colorful barrier was still protecting her.

Mo Chen thought about it for a while, and then he understood, it turned out that it was the torrent of mountains and rocks that carried him before, and flowed a distance of dozens of zhang to the rear.

Relieved, he stroked his chest, he stretched out his hand to the front, and suddenly the multicolored barrier turned into a long spiritual light, dissipating between heaven and earth.

He squatted down, touched the pulse of the emperor wind chime, and checked her pale complexion, feeling that there was no big problem, mainly because of the forced martial arts before.

He thought about it again, it was too dangerous to stay here, and no one could guarantee that there would be a second torrent of rocks.

Seeing this, he stretched out his hand to pick up the emperor wind chime and ran towards the mountains and forests again.

But after running for a distance, Mochen felt that this was never an option.

First, if there was a sneak attack by a demon beast on the way, he was holding the emperor wind chime in both hands, and he couldn't react immediately.

Second, Emperor Fengchi's bones are shattered at this time, and for her, lying flat is the best posture for recuperation.

He glanced around and saw that he was now in a verdant bamboo forest.

The giant bamboos on both sides are towering, and the branches and foliage seem to reach straight into the sky, and the bright sunlight penetrates through the gaps in the branches and leaves, leaving shadows on the ground.

He slowed down, looked around, and found a boulder.

Put down the emperor wind chime first and lean against a large rock.

Then he walked slowly to a giant bamboo, touched the bamboo body, green and slender, smooth and tough, but a good material.

Seeing this, he took a few steps forward, made some selections, walked to a bamboo with a high degree of flexibility, slowly adjusted his position, and carefully condensed his palm, for fear of hurting the emperor wind chime.

When he found the right angle, he slapped the root of the bamboo in front of him violently, and there was a click, and the giant bamboo broke and fell to the ground.

Then, Mochen leaned down and reached out to take out several hemp ropes and a sharp scimitar from the ring.

The hemp rope is tied to the prey, the scimitar is used for deboning, and the previous life of hunting in the secret territory has made Mo Chen have always been accustomed to putting some small tools and scattered sundries necessary for hunting in the ring in case of emergency.

There is plenty of space in the Nahuan, and Mo Chen originally thought that it would be a waste to keep it alone, but who would have thought that it would come in handy at this time.

He carefully cut the whole bamboo into equal lengths, arranged them horizontally, and then connected them with hemp rope at both ends and in the middle, tying them together, and finally tying a dead knot at the end.

At the same time, a large number of bamboo leaves are cut with a knife and spread on small bamboo rows.

It didn't take long for a simple bamboo bed to be made.

Mo Chen carefully brushed the bamboo body with the blade of the knife, lest the barb stab the emperor wind chime and affect the healing of the injury.

After everything was done, he slowly picked up the emperor wind chime, put it on a simple bamboo bed, and then fixed his body with hemp rope.

After that, I walked around the bamboo bed from top to bottom with hemp rope a few times to make two hemp rope straps.

At this time, Mochen was already sweating profusely, not how complicated and laborious it was to make a bamboo bed.

Rather, he had been injured before, and when making the bamboo bed, every movement was slow and careful, so that the effort spent was several times that of usual.

He wiped his sweat, leaned down, carefully put the bamboo bed on his back, walked a few steps, and then slowly lowered the bamboo bed to check the state of the wind chimes of the lower emperor.

Seeing that she was not unusual, he picked up the bamboo bed again and walked slowly forward.

At the same time, he was also carefully observing the movements around him, after all, the mountains were full of dangers, and monsters lurked in them, so he must be extremely careful.

He took out the rune disc from the Nahuan, but remembered that the last Xuanling Feather had been used to block the torrent of mountains and rocks and protect the emperor's wind chime, and at this time, it was impossible to trace Yan Hao's traces.

There was a sense of melancholy in his heart, but this also happened to stop him from looking for Yan Hao.

For a while, my mind recalled what Yan Hao said when he left, and his resolute face.

"I hope that by the next time we meet, I will already be a strong person. ”

In his heart, he smiled slightly, he firmly believed in his brother.

He believed that the next time he met Yan Hao, Yan Hao would definitely be able to do this, and he would be in a big situation.

After thinking this through, he shook his head, shook off these thoughts, and looked at the two stone beads of the rune disc and fixed the four directions.

I vaguely remember that before entering the Qingcang Mountain Range, Yan Hao said at the bonfire that he would go north along the periphery of the mountain range, and after leaving the mountain range, it would be Qingcang City.

But now I don't know where I am, so I can only go north first, and wait until I get out of the mountain range to discuss other things.

"I hope I don't run into chaos during this time. He sighed in his heart, lowered his head to determine the direction again, put away the rune disc, and began to walk slowly towards the north.

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All the way forward, although carrying the emperor wind chimes on his back, the speed is slow, but the ink dust has reached the spiritual light realm, sucking wind and drinking dew, not eating grains, a few days, uninterrupted forward, has walked hundreds of miles.

The surrounding scenery has also changed from dense bamboo forests to rivers and streams, and then to today's towering giant trees.

On the way, he rested a few times, put down the bamboo bed and checked the situation of the wind chimes of the lower emperor.

When he arrived at the lake, he dipped some clear lake water and sent it into the mouth of the emperor's wind chime.

When it rained heavily, he picked up the emperor's wind chimes, sat under the tree, and turned over to shelter her from the wind and rain.

At this time, seeing that her face was already a little bloody and breathing was steady, he finally put his mind at ease.

He understood that Emperor Fengchi's body was gradually improving, and the powerful vitality in his body was constantly repairing the five internal organs, connecting the bones and continuing the veins.

It's a pity that the Blood Creation Pill in Nahuan has already been eaten during the battle with the Skeleton Ghost King, otherwise the injury of the Emperor Wind Chime can heal faster.

But what he didn't know was that Emperor Fengchi's divine consciousness had already awakened, but his body was seriously injured and he couldn't move, and he couldn't even open his eyes, but Mo Chen's careful care for her, she really felt it......