1529 Thoughts are clear

Mr. Fu fell into a daze for a moment, and then a cool feeling came from the center of his eyebrows. But at the critical moment, Fu Yimu realized something was wrong and gave him a drop of Qinyu liquid:

"Ancestor, are you okay?"

Fu Yimu's eyes showed concern.

Fu Sitian on the side looked puzzled, wondering why Mr. Fu suddenly became so confused.

Fortunately, Fu Yimu discovered it in time, otherwise he would have gone crazy.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Mr. Fu looked at the abyss in front of him and smiled bitterly. He felt that he was really ridiculous. If he wanted to protect the people he cared about, he would have to become stronger and keep getting stronger. He would not just It allows close clan members to sacrifice themselves to save everyone from danger!

strength!

This is exactly what he needs!

There is no conflict between family affection and the path of cultivation he pursued in the first place. On the contrary, it gives him an extra motivation!

Mr. Fu suddenly had a clear idea!

The aura on his body instantly became much stronger, and he was vaguely close to the cultivation level of the fake infant!

Having personally experienced this calamity, it was obviously of great help to Mr. Fu when he broke through the Nascent Soul and faced the inner demons. After all, half of the monks who attacked the Nascent Soul ended up dying from the calamity of the inner demons!

"eleven!"

"Aunt Eleven!!"

"Sister Eleven!!!"

The three people came to the abyss and divided into three directions, looking for Fu Shiyi.

After half a cup of tea.

"Ancestor!"

Fu Yimu suddenly shouted.

Mr. Fu turned around.

But he saw Fu Yimu holding a crushed ring finger in his hand.

This thumb ring is a symbol of Fu Shiyi's status as the head of the fifth-grade family of Qilin County.

It was blessed by the luck of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and even the fifth-level magic weapon could not damage it at all. However, it was broken into more than a dozen pieces at this moment, which is enough to show how powerful the palm in the void is!

"Ancestor, Aunt Eleven won't...will something really happen, right?"

Fu Yimu's face instantly turned pale.

If it weren't for Fu Shiyi.

There was no way he could come to this world safely, let alone cultivate the golden elixir.

For Fu Shiyi.

Fu Yimu regarded her as the two most important people in his life.

at this time.

His eyes couldn't help but turn red.

Fu Sitian on the side also felt sad when he saw his appearance.

"Don't worry, your Eleven Guji has your own destiny, she will be fine!" Mr. Fu took the ring with his right hand trembling slightly, and then continued to fall down into the abyss.

Ten days later.

They have searched dozens of times in the abyss.

No clues about Fu Shiyi were found at all.

Fu Yimu was already heartbroken. Fu Sitian on the side was clumsy and didn't know how to comfort him. Seeing Fu Yimu's devastated appearance, he could only cry anxiously. At the same time, he vaguely felt that he could no longer continue searching. After all, there was a teleportation from the Cold Demon Palace. Once the formation appears, if they do not appear for a month, the teleportation formation will dissipate on its own, and they will never be able to go out again. The next time the Demon Wormhole opens, but a hundred years later, there will be no spiritual energy in the Cold Demon Palace. They will not wait at all. Not at that time.

"Old ancestor, otherwise..."

Fu Sitian was about to speak but stopped.

He wanted to persuade Mr. Fu to leave, but as he spoke, he looked at Mr. Fu's face, looking like a dying old man. He couldn't bear it for a while, and could only sigh in his heart:

"In five more days, no matter what, I will persuade the old man to leave here."

The dead are dead, and the living will continue to live!