1528 Eleven’s life and death unknown

The white rope flickered.

Straight towards the blue vortex.

The blue vortex seemed motionless at this time, as if it had been immobilized.

"Xiao Kong!"

Fu Shiyi felt the panic coming from the blue vortex for the first time.

A thought.

It is necessary to take the blue vortex into the sea of ​​consciousness space.

But.

At this moment, the blue vortex was actually imprisoned, and even her consciousness couldn't move it.

Soon the white rope was in front of me.

"amnesty!"

Fu Shiyi had a thought.

The pure bottle placed in the exquisite tree with seven orifices appeared in her hand instantly.

She threw it in the air.

Chant the spell quickly.

Five colors of rays of light suddenly appeared in the pure vase.

The five-color glow instantly enveloped the white rope. The white rope struggled fiercely, and the glow was about to disappear. Fu Shiyi quickly made a seal, and sprayed a stream of essence and blood into the pure bottle. The five-color glow in the pure bottle suddenly flourished, covering the white rope. Confined tightly!

"Roar!"

The freed blue vortex roared.

A terrifying suction force burst out directly and landed on the white vortex. The white vortex let out a strange scream of unwillingness and slowly became smaller. Then it turned into a bunch and was dragged into the vortex by the blue vortex. At the same time, the white rope turned into pure spiritual energy and was absorbed by the purification bottle!

"Xiao Kong, hurry up!"

at this time.

There was a loud rumble in the void in front of them.

That terrifying pressure is right in front of you.

Fu Shiyi was frightened!

A thought.

The blue vortex and the pure bottle are taken into the sea of ​​consciousness space.

"Boom!"

The moment she wanted to escape into the sea of ​​consciousness.

A palm print suddenly landed on the mountain from the void.

The mountains and the land with a radius of ten miles were suddenly crushed into dust by this powerful force. An abyss of tens of thousands of feet appeared on the spot. If there are any cultivators here, they will definitely be able to sense that this palm print obviously contains some kind of law of heaven and earth. flavor.

"eleven!"

"Sister Eleven!"

"Aunt Eleven!!"

far away.

Mr. Fu, who had a premonition of something bad, took Fu Yimu and Fu Sitian to escape halfway. At this time, he turned around and happened to see this scene. He couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

Everything seems to take a long time, but in fact a series of actions are completed in an instant.

Dust falls to the ground.

The palm print then disappeared.

It was as if nothing had happened.

but.

The abyss standing there clearly showed this bloody fact.

"Ancestor, will Aunt Eleven be okay?"

Fu Yimu's eyes turned red.

Mr. Fu's head was also buzzing at this time, because just now, he felt a strong feeling of distress. He steeled himself and said quickly:

"Quick, go back quickly!"

But.

His own steps are a little unable to move!

He was sent to the Qingxu Sect when he was young, and fought alone in the Qingxu Sect. He struggled all the way to the foundation-building stage. To be honest, for the Fu family, at that time, for him, this was just a mutual cooperation partner. When he was about to lose hope of promotion and his life span was exhausted, Fu Shiyi's appearance changed his perspective.

Fu Shiyi allowed him to recover from his injuries. Not only that, he also got the opportunity to advance to Danjie. In his later experiences, he was like a secular grandfather, treating Fu Shiyi as his biological granddaughter.

Fu Shiyi made him feel family affection in the cold world of cultivation.

But.

He thinks that he still puts the path of cultivation first.

At this moment, he felt at a loss. If Fu Shiyi died, if all his relatives and friends around him died, then even if he had achieved greatness, who would he share it with?