"I don't know if this thousand-year-old demon pill can play an effective role......" Sui Feng looked at Yuexi with a pale face in front of him, and his heart hurt a little. He couldn't bear it for her, but he knew it was just wishful thinking on his part. Everyone has their own way to go, even if they are loved ones, they still cannot be replaced. Suifeng knew this as early as he was a child.

The reason why he has this idea is purely out of concern. At this moment, Yuexi is in a coma, and he has lost his strength, so it can be said that he can't help at all. He could only watch blankly from the sidelines, and from time to time he stretched out his hand to make a handful of moonlight pulses the only thing he could do.

Fortunately, what reassured him was that although Yuexi let out a few painful snorts halfway, her pulse became stronger and stronger. From the beginning, she could only hear the fluttering sound of her heart, and then she could feel her pulse. zuihou, even breathing was restored. Looking at it with the wind, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He secretly said in his heart: "It seems that this thousand-year-old demon pill is really effective, as long as I can save Yuexi, it's a pity that I have no skills, and I don't know how to rush back to Tianshan......"

"Hey, is it Mo Yihui over there? ...... he is" Sui Feng had spent all his thoughts on Yuexi before, and it was only at this time that he noticed the stiff and motionless Mo Yihui over there.

The purple runes that flashed in the void before, the Pure Jun Sword that drove itself, and the Xuanguang Mirror that he woke up to find shattered. All these doubts poured into Sui Feng's mind, and even made him tremble. I couldn't help muttering, "Just now I passed out in the time. What the hell is going on?" he silently connected them together, his heart trembling again. We don't know exactly what happened, but it's certain that something big is going to happen.

Thinking of this, Sui Feng's heart was even more curious, eager to know everything about it. That Mo Yihui is the so-called Great Elder of the Divine Sect, and his strength is needless to say, when he just faced off with himself, he was able to seriously injure himself like this with a casual shot, and his strength can be seen. Such a figure is rare in the world. I'm afraid I can't find a few people in the world. Who did the person who set it here? What does the person who did it have to do with himself, and how will he help him in this way?

The more I think about it, the more questions I have, and the more I want to find out. Turn your head. I looked at the moonset. The face is steady. It doesn't look like there's anything wrong with it. Sui Feng's heart also settled down a little, and secretly made up his mind, and walked towards the Moyi Club in front of him little by little.

He had just taken a few steps. I got closer, but I realized that something was wrong. As he approached, this Mo Yihui didn't even react at all, even if he was fixed by someone, at least he could move his eyes. Not only that, but the wind couldn't hear the slightest breath of Mo Yi.

Although this innate master can breathe in the inner abdomen after learning to breathe fetal breath. But that doesn't mean there is no breathing. On the contrary, when the fetus breathes, the pores and acupoints of the whole body have to participate in luck, and the breath will flow more violently. Although Suifeng has no internal strength, his spiritual sense is not bad at all, and his perception of this basic breath flow will not deviate.

He continued to walk a few more steps, and it felt more obvious. As if he suddenly thought of something, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Could it be that this Mo Yi will have ......?"

As he spoke, even he was a little frightened by his own thoughts. In order to verify his guess, he limped with the wind and walked a little faster.

At this time, although the external injury to the ribs in the chest was still not healed, every breath would affect the wound. However, his legs and feet were almost better, and although he did not dare to take too big a step for fear of affecting the wound, it was much easier to move than just now.

It didn't take a few steps to reach in front of Mo Yihui, he stretched out his hand and probed under Mo Yihui's nose, and there was really no breath at all. I wanted to check his pulse, only to find that his body was already a little stiff. He was already too dead to die, and his expression was frozen in the moment before he died. I don't know what he saw, his face was full of horror, but there was a dead silence in his eyes, and he couldn't see anything.

In the sky, the sun is almost at the end of the west. A delicate sunset as bright as blood spread over the long sky, and some of it also fell on the shoulders of this Mo Yihui. It seemed that in the middle of the desert sand, there was such a body standing quietly, and when I thought of the mysterious and unreachable identity in front of him. But now it has turned into a corpse, and soon it will rot into white bones, and Zuihou will be mixed with the yellow sand, and it will be difficult to distinguish them anymore. No one will remember his former identity, even when he sees this scene with the wind, he can't help but feel a little emotional.

"All kinds of things before death, isn't it still a piece of loess after death? I don't know what those people are fame and fortune for all their lives, and what Zuihou is for. The long wind howled, and a burst of sadness came from somewhere in my heart with the wind, and I couldn't help but sigh lightly.

He sighed, and suddenly there was a trembling sound behind him.

When he turned around, the voice emanated from the half-cut long sword stuck behind him. The body of that sword has a touch of pine wood, and it looks ordinary, isn't it his pure sword?

Seeing this, Sui Feng also smiled, "I didn't expect you to be so psychic, is this responding to me?" he asked, and the trembling voice was even louder, as if it brought a little joy. Looking at it with the wind, his face was also full of joy, and he walked over slowly and lifted it out of the sand. said with some emotion: "But it's bitter for you, buried in this kind of place." ”

As he said this, the Pure Jun Sword in his hand trembled even more violently. It was only at this moment that he finally had the opportunity to take a closer look at the fracture on the sword's body. Only after he looked at it like this did he realize that the fracture happened to coincide with the crack left on the sword body after the previous duel between the immortal and the demon god Chiyou. With the wind, he suddenly realized, and sighed: "I just said that this Pure Jun Sword is such a divine weapon, how could it be broken so easily by this Mo Yihui, it turns out that this is the case." ”

Then, he slowly put the Chunjun Sword back into its scabbard, and then turned his head to look at the corpse of the Mo Yihui.

Suddenly, the wind seemed to see something. His eyes moved, and there was another soft sound. In three steps and two steps, he came closer, bent down and carefully picked up a palm-sized gazebo from the sand beside him. There was a flash of light in his eyes, and he exclaimed: "Isn't this the Qiankun Yin Yang Pavilion that Mo Yi will deprive the past from me? Hey, what's over there?"

He glanced around with the wind, but found that there was something left on the other side of this Mo Yi Society. He picked it up, only to find a black cloth bag. There is not too much decoration on this cloth bag, but it is simply embroidered with a little pattern, and with the eyes of the wind, it is impossible to see what age it is. It still looks like brand new, but since it is such a master thing of this Moyi, how can the years be short?

I just watched it back and forth a few times with the wind, but I didn't find anything special about it. The only thing that was special was that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break the knot on such an inconspicuous cloth bag.

You can guess it, I'm afraid there is some magic in it. I tried it a few times, but it didn't work, so I stopped trying. It's just that I vaguely felt that this thing was extraordinary, so I hung it on my belt casually.

Next, he walked around Mo Yihui's stiff body twice. A lot of things were also found, but most of them were fragments, and nothing was intact. Each of these fragments looked extremely extraordinary, and if it was intact, it would definitely be a rare spiritual object in the world, but somehow, all of them were shattered.

"Looks like there must have been some kind of fierce fighting here. I just don't know who he is facing, even these spiritual weapons can be shattered, what kind of strength should that person have?" The more he looked at it, the more shocked he became, and just as he wanted to study it carefully, suddenly there was a muffled sound in his ears, like the sound made by someone when he was in extreme pain.

"It's not good, Yuexi!" Sui Feng reacted suddenly, turned around, and ran towards Yuexi.

It didn't take a few steps to get in front of him, and at this time, Yuexi's breath, which was somehow easy enough to calm down a little, suddenly fluctuated again. At the moment, he was blushing and gasping violently. There were beads of sweat on his forehead, and when he saw this with the wind, he felt a bad feeling in his heart.

"What's going on?" was startled by the wind, but he couldn't tell what was going on this month. pulled Yuexi's hand, but it was hot. Before, he completely lost his breath, but now it is stronger than a while. zuihou, every pant is like wind and thunder, where is it still like a woman's breathing?

Sui Feng's brows were furrowed, and before he knew it, a cold sweat flowed down his forehead. He didn't know what was going on at all, he had no strength at the moment, but he couldn't do anything, and without the support of his true qi, even his spiritual sense couldn't leave his body. It can be said that at this moment, he can't even do anything to probe the situation in Yuexi's body.

I can only watch Yuexi's face with a distorted look of pain, and I don't know how long it has been. The look of pain on Yuexi's face slowly dissipated. It's just that, along with it, there is also her breathing that has just recovered. Everything fell silent again, as if she had returned to the time before she had not taken the thousand-year-old demon pill. It's just that the only thing that makes Sui Feng breathe a little relief is that this Yuexi's heart pulse is a little stronger than before.

"It seems that we can't stay here any longer, it's only right to go back to Tianshan Mountain as soon as possible, Yuexi is like this, and we can only rely on Elder Bai and them. It's a pity that I'm ...... now" looked at the endless mountains in the distance with the wind, and sighed again. (To be continued......)