The clouds are bleak.

A dead tree, the moon is on the top.

Fang gradually returned to his senses with his dull eyes, startling a scavenging demon crow.

For a moment, there was a loud noise, echoing in this dead land, like a different kind of ghost crying wolf.

He struggled to raise his rotting arms, the gray flesh on which had been devoured by the raven.

The sky is full of demon crows, like black paper spread out with the wind, bringing gusts of yin wind.

The scene of the final destruction gradually reappeared in his mind, and Fang gradually looked sideways, and saw that not far from him, a group of demon crows were laying on a figure, and the sound of eating seemed to be tearing and grinding among the stones.

A mouthful of blood rushed to his head, and he forcibly stood up with his body, the shredded and rancid flesh swaying like a walking corpse.

Dozens of pairs of dark green eyes stared at the prey in mid-air, waiting for the prey to die.

Fang gradually swayed from left to right, stumbling towards it, his face was difficult at first, and gradually he woke up like the beginning of a dream, and finally his face was cold and solemn, and his feet accelerated.

He almost crashed into it.

"Karma—"

A demon crow flew up, and the green and red demon eyes were full of cruel hostility.

In normal times, this is naturally a ridiculous opponent, and there are dead bodies between the waves.

But now it's different......

Fang gradually slipped down the creaking tree trunk, and beside him was a little girl curled up on her knees.

The vivid look of the past seems to have been washed away by the brush and ink on the painting, leaving only dullness and indifference.

What's even more terrifying is that her original pair of demon eyes have turned into the most ordinary appearance at this moment, looking like an ordinary little girl.

Her flesh and blood were rotting from the pecked open wounds, and her unkempt hair looked even more miserable.

"Hurt ......"

Fang Yanli heard her sobbing, it was really a sight he had never seen before.

He was silent for a long time, actually struggling with whether to say sorry or thank you.

Although he had no choice but to do so, the matter had come to this point, and there was only a deep guilt in his heart.

She has no reason to bear this for herself, who is too willful?

It's just one word, which has made Fang gradually leave his heart trembling, how can people be ruthless?

But when his trembling palm touched the dirty little face, he suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold.

Also, he noticed that the part below the calf of the latter had actually begun to turn gray and stony.

It's still spreading upwards.

Panic flashed.

"Nope. Fang gradually left the palm of his hand and touched her foot, the hard texture was really no different from stone.

"No...... No...... Not !!"

Fang gradually left his eyes with a ray of light, and he didn't know where the strength came from, he sat up abruptly and shook Yao Chi's body.

But she was just glazed over, her knees clenched, and the word was always in her mouth.

As if to fight against the arrival of Fang Yuanli, the speed of petrification increased suddenly, and the clicking sound continued to rise, and soon it crossed Yao Chi's legs and climbed up to his waist.

Immediately, without waiting for Fang to gradually leave the reaction, the rest of the part was completed in an instant, and before Yao Chi's slightly open mouth could spit out the word, the whole person had turned into a whole stone statue.

With a rumbling sound in his mind, Fang gradually looked at the scene in front of him in a daze, and his hands froze there helplessly.

The crow noise sounded again, like an angry roar in the ears, more like an unbearable ridicule.

There was a warm river flowing through his body, and Fang gradually left at this time to notice that there was an extremely special spiritual power running from his meridians.

This spiritual power was so familiar, so familiar that the moment he looked at the stone statue, the guilt in his heart was like the overturning of the heavenly river, endless.

Activating these scarce spiritual powers into the shriveled primeval pill, he put the stone statue into a storage bag, and then swept towards the demon crow in mid-air with a pair of fierce eyes.

Suddenly there was a strange cry, and the crows fled in panic, like corpses crawling out of a grave, and they had not yet turned their eyes to kill their predators.

Fang gradually left no extra spiritual power to control the crows, and the moon was the head, recognized the direction, and staggered into the distance.

I saw a stinking "corpse" walking stiffly in the mountains, and the beasts felt the evil qi and retreated on their own.

His steps were heavy, and every step seemed to carry a thousand burdens, and without saying a word, his black charcoal-like face was covered with blood scabs, which were terrifying to see.

I don't know where I went, and finally fell into a wide river channel with a pop, and the purple-red bubbles gurgled and gurgling.

When the crimson divine light rose from the east, a man covered in wounds crawled out of the waves.

Lying on the pinprick meadow, wow, it was like spitting out a mouthful of jet-black blood.

In the light, the power of the extreme sun sprinkled down, moistening his body, although extremely weak, but it made him feel like he was soaking in warm water.

At three o'clock in the morning, he got up, immediately sat down with his eyes closed, took out a small pill from the storage bag and swallowed it.

The medicinal power was dispersed, and although Fang gradually separated from his injuries in just three hours, there was a condensed evil qi that intersected between his flesh and blood.

This evil qi is strange, it seems that Fang is gradually leaving, and the blood is connected, and it is difficult to cut off.

Fang gradually left to know that this should be the evil result of this anti-ancient situation, and he took Yao Chi, and was entangled by an inexplicable evil aura.

When this evil qi existed, Fang gradually became uneasy, his eyes were chaotic, and his spiritual power became more irritable and disorderly.

It may be okay for a short time, but in the long run, it will shake his foundation, and even fall into rebellion and degradation, and then his cultivation will be greatly damaged.

However, for the time being, it was not the time to take care of this evil qi, Fang gradually picked up a magic trick from his hand, and immediately a bloody person flew out of the black hole.

There is also breath, and the blood bell and mother bell are still maintaining A-Ning's life.

Fang gradually breathed a sigh of relief, knelt down and combed A-Ning's meridian injuries in the gentlest way.

Fortunately, his spiritual power contains the power of extreme yang, although it is violent and masculine, it also has a kind of thriving resurrection power, which makes this repair and combing process much faster.

After a long time, A-Ning woke up, and Fang gradually held her plain hand, which was warm and reached the palm of her hand.

Neither of them spoke, because words were so redundant at this point.

Ah Ning felt Fang Wanli's depressed mood, and although the body pain was unbearable, his other hand still touched Fang Wanli's face.

The muscles in his face were visibly trembling, was this sadness?

"Great......" Fang gradually said almost choked up.

It is said that men don't flick when they have tears, but the love here is not deep.

At this point, it was not easy, after sacrificing so much, A-Ning was finally kept by his side.

But he was by no means saying it to himself and A-Ning, he hoped that Yaochi, who was now a fossilized statue, could also feel this gratitude and guilt.

From the close-fitting garment on his chest, he took out a blood-colored bell, which was now reflected in the red glow.

This symbolizes that A-Ning has awakened, and the mother bell in her body is also full of activity.