Lang Chenyan fell to the ground, looking very weak. Fu Yunge felt his pulse, and it was extremely light. It seemed that the senior's efforts to hold on had exhausted the Qi Sea's true energy.
He was not unconscious yet, but his face was extremely pale.
Fu Yunge understood that his senior had not recovered from his previous injuries, and his current condition was undoubtedly incapable of fighting. He carefully helped Lang Chenyan up, and the two of them staggered to the blanket not far away to rest.
The blanket was fluffy and they had just walked on it during the day. This place has not been affected by the battle, the protruding down is hanging low, and the three animal skin seats not far away are still majestic.
When Fu Yunge saw those fine animal skins, he went over and pulled off one and dragged it to his senior.
Lang Chenyan panted and lay flat on the animal skin cushion with Fu Yunge's support. His wounds were bleeding profusely and soon stained the clean animal hide red, as if it was the blood of prey seeping from the tiger's mouth.
Fu Yunge gathered his true energy and slowly entered Lang Chenyan's body.
Lang Chenyan opened his eyes and raised his hands to stop him, but because he was exhausted, he did not refuse in the end.
Wisps of true energy flowed in. Although it was no more than a trickle to Lang Chenyan's huge sea of energy, it was enough to last for a while.
Fu Yunge had just fought one against six, and was risking his life to fight with Suiyouhun. There was not much vitality left. After almost draining out the remaining energy, he lay down tiredly and looked up at the dark ceiling.
The two lay down to rest for a while, but neither of them fell asleep. After a long time, Fu Yunge heard Lang Chenyan's voice:
"Next, how to smooth things over?"
Fu Yunge shrugged and glanced sideways at the bleeding corpse not far away.
Now that they have achieved this step, they can simply use the trick and simply simplify the steps. He closed his eyes and thought quietly.
"These people are difficult to deal with." The senior's voice came from next to him again. He was furious, but he was obviously more stable than before.
Fu Yunge nodded and whispered, "There's no need to deal with it."
Lang Chenyan's face flashed with doubt, but he didn't ask. As long as Fu Yunge has his own ideas, it's enough. He just needs to cooperate.
"Senior, do you feel how well your body can recover during the day?" Fu Yunge thought for a while, tilted his head and asked.
Hearing Fu Yunge ask this question, Lang Chenyan closed his eyes, felt it and said: "The sea of qi is lacking, and it will not be able to return to its original state within five days. The external injury is not much serious, I can hold on."
Fu Yunge then asked: "Then during the day... I won't take any action and just act in a literary show, okay?"
Lang Chenyan didn't think much and said calmly: "Okay."
After receiving a positive reply, Fu Yunge silently ticked the box in his heart. In this case, there are only two steps left before the collapse of Zhaosui Mingbang.
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But in the remote gorges, after a night of earth-shaking changes, the place was in ruins.
The mountains collapsed and the water collapsed, and the bones were buried. The dark clouds in the sky persisted, and at this time, there was also a bloody light that could not be ignored that filled the entire area.
The original dead silence in the air was gone, replaced by sharp cries one after another. The voice was distorted and endless. It was not the voice of a living person, but the neighing of ghosts that had accumulated here and could not live in peace.
Gloomy ghosts hovered in the hills where the red light gathered, but they could never break through. Lines of leaden gray shadows were moving, with hideous and blurred faces, and bursts of terrifying ghostly howls.
The red light fluctuates like ripples. The light that symbolizes death invades the dark clouds, carrying a sticky hurricane and swimming over the bones under the ruins, showing no emotion.
A scream that pierced the clouds and cracked the rocks simultaneously made the person behind everything get ready to take action.
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In the pure sky, there is a deserted land of snow, and the strong wind in the canyon blows the cold snow.
Inside the cave, the man named Shadow Master sat alone in silence. The corners of the long animal skin curtain were fluttering, and he could vaguely see the painful mural outside that stretched throughout the cave.
Each eye-catching bone, together with the corpse still dripping blood, was thrown into a bottomless cauldron. The densely packed broken limbs all over the place were shocking. Only the top seemed to have a sun hanging high, but it was still covered in black paint with ugly mouths painted on it.
The scrolls are extremely spacious, some seem to be a series of connected stories, and some seem to be just to describe a tragic scene.
The only thing that remains unchanged is the chaos that turns the world upside down, the inhumane blood, and the bizarre sights that make people's heads swell and make them nauseous. They are always the same.
Gui Xiao Changyuan glanced coldly at the mural outside, his expression indifferent. He was so angry that he was like a silent devil, quietly looking at the world as a toy for him to play chess with.
Suddenly, at this moment, a man with a respectful expression slowly walked in from outside.
Connecting the half of the cave outside is a broken suspension bridge. The hemp rope was on the verge of falling apart, and the wooden planks were also showing signs of breaking. The man walked carefully, and as soon as he stepped on the ground, he knelt down and climbed to the long roll of animal skin.
"Shadow Master, it's the Holy Envoy who has woken up and is requesting to see you." The man said with a trembling voice, trying his best to remain calm.
The faint purple will-o'-the-wisp swayed, which was the air-conditioning outside the cave brought in by that person. Gui Xiao Zhangyuan raised his hand gently, and the man's palm felt a stinging pain. When he looked down, he saw that the word "Yun" was stabbed with blood.
After receiving permission, the man immediately knelt down and ran back. Gui Xiao Changyuan looked at his tiny figure, his eyes finally showing some interest other than boredom.
Soon, the familiar rhythm of footsteps came in slowly, from far to near, not urgent nor slow.
A familiar face, but still a little haggard. As he passed the will-o'-the-wisp, the flames trembled slightly, shaking his shadow.
"...See the Shadow Master."
Xi Zishi walked up to the long scroll of animal skins, flicked his robe, and knelt down respectfully as before.
The voice was calm, not as fearful as the person just now. The animal skin acting as a curtain suddenly shook, the hem lifted up, and a corner of the back was lifted.
Xi Zishi's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't show it. He still lowered his head, not looking at the film owner's face.
Perched on a high seat, Gui Xiao Changyuan looked down at Xi Zishi not far away, with unclear meaning in his eyes.
After a long time, his voice, as low as the muffled wind, echoed:
"How are you...recovering?"
Without thinking, Xi Zishi cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Shadow Master, for your concern. I was in coma for a few days and rested for a few days, but now I have recovered as before."
The film owner glanced at his pale face, then looked away sideways: "...Really?"
At that time, Xi Zishi made a big fuss in the Qiongtian Palace. Although his Yuan Gong increased greatly after swallowing the Skeleton Pill, he also caused considerable damage to himself. At that time, he fled to Shengpingtian overnight, where he almost fell into coma. In order to protect the safety of the meteorite, he first buried it in a dark place, while dragging his seriously injured body, he tried his best to return to the snowy desert canyon.
