All the way to escape in panic, Gong Changqin kept praying in his heart that nothing would happen again.
However, things went counter to expectations, as when he stepped out of the ice and snow, he had already fallen into another combination formation.
Gong Changqin didn't stop until he thought he had escaped thousands of miles away.
After looking around, Gong Changqin's heart gradually sank, his expression became solemn, and there was a hint of uneasiness in his eyes.
"Illusion array!"
Seeing that he was almost standing still and could even feel the cold wind blowing from the ice and snow behind him, Gong Changqin didn't know that he had stepped into an illusory formation. Moreover, this illusory formation is so real that it has almost escaped his own spiritual perception. Gong Changqin is sure that it must be a level 4 or above illusory formation.
His face fell down, as ugly as a child that had been eaten to death. At the same time, Gong Changqin sent greetings to all the eighteen generations of Zhou Qi's ancestors in his heart.
However, just as he was frowning, a heavy fog suddenly rose from the surrounding area, covering the entire area within a short time.
Even though he was already a strong man in the Yuan Shaping Realm, Gong Changqin was frightened when faced with this situation. He quickly spread his consciousness out, almost reaching the maximum he could achieve.
However, even so, Gong Changqin was horrified to find that the area that his consciousness could cover was less than ten feet!
It was at this time that a beast roar suddenly sounded. Gong Changqin's hair stood on end and he slashed with the long sword in his hand.
Roar!
There was a roar of pain, and the next moment, a monster beast that was more than ten feet tall and wrapped in mist appeared in his consciousness.
"Third-level fog beast!"
Gong Changqin was shocked at first, but then he relaxed a little.
Although the third-level fog beast is strong, if it cannot be defeated, will it still be unable to escape?
With this thought in his mind, Gong Changqin's tense mind relaxed a little.
However, he was only happy for two seconds, and the expression on Gong Changqin's face instantly froze.
Ho ho ho ho!
Several beast roars were heard in succession, and immediately after, a dozen third-order fog beasts suddenly appeared, all charging towards Gong Changqin.
"Fuck!"
Seeing this scene, Gong Changqin screamed subconsciously. His face was extremely ugly, and he felt like crying without tears. If he had known this, he might as well have stayed in the ice and snow.
stunned!
Shui Man looked in disbelief. Is this still the Yuan Shaping Realm powerhouse in her impression? He was knocked down by two blows from the ice phoenix, and was chased by a group of mist beasts until he burst into tears and was desperate.
Looking at Bing Chen, Shui Man's eyes were filled with scrutiny and deep doubts. But at the same time, it was obvious that the worry in his expression was much lessened than before.
Not only Shuiman, but also Zhong Liwei, the uneasiness in her eyes also disappeared a lot. Like Shui Man, Zhong Liwei also looked at Bing Chen at this time, with scrutiny and doubt in her eyes.
"Sister Fox!"
Suddenly, Shen Yiyan shouted proudly, and everyone looked at him, only to see a white shadow flash past and rush into the formation outside the courtyard.
"Bingchen, Sister Fox..." Shen Yiyan said anxiously.
Shaking his head with a wry smile, Bing Chen said softly: "Don't worry, nothing will happen."
Then he turned around and looked at Bingyun, nodding slightly to her.
...
puff!
More than a dozen fog beasts punched and kicked Gong Changqin. Within a moment, Gong Changqin was spitting blood. He no longer dared to resist and just ran for his life frantically.
Feeling so sad and angry, Gong Changqin once again greeted all eighteen generations of Zhou Qi's ancestors. But so what? At this time, he was ready to be beaten to death.
Glancing back in a hurry, he saw a huge claw suddenly approaching. Gong Changqin was so frightened that his hair stood on end. He used all his remaining spiritual power to explode wildly and rushed several miles away in an instant.
However, before he could relax, a white shadow approached instantly. He wanted to escape, but he was no longer in a hurry. The next moment, a scream resounded throughout the sky and the earth.
Swish, swish, swish, several claws in succession, the sharp claws of the three-tailed demon fox frantically greeted Gong Changqin.
Once the attack was successful, the three-tailed demon fox showed no signs of fighting and disappeared into the mist in a blink of an eye.
"Ahhhh..."
Screaming miserably, Gong Changqin covered his face with one hand and his crotch with the other. But his face was covered with scratches and his bones were visible. The span was broken and blood flowed like a profuse stream.
In the courtyard, Bing Chen's face turned dark. Seeing this, the girls quickly looked away.
Seeing the mist beasts swarming up, Bingchen quickly said to Bingyun: "Save him a life."
There was another shrill scream, and more than a dozen fog beasts kicked out at the same time. Following a dull thud, Gong Changqin rolled his eyes and was beaten until he fainted.
...
In the courtyard, there is an "ice sculpture" and a pool of "mud".
Licking his tongue, the three-tailed demon fox approached Gong Changqin and sniffed his nose.
"Still so stinky, stinky man, it smells so bad." The three-tailed demon fox said with a look of disgust.
But having said that, the sharp fangs were already close to Gong Changqin's neck.
However, just as his mouth was approaching, someone suddenly grabbed him around his neck.
With hair all over his body, the three-tailed demon fox suddenly turned its head and looked fiercely at Bing Chen, who was holding her "neck of destiny".
Holding the three-tailed demon fox in his arms, Bingchen stroked the bristling hair and said, "You can't eat him now. It will be useful later."
He wanted to smooth the hair, but the more Bing Chen touched it, the more the three-tailed demon fox's hair became stiffer. His whole body trembled slightly, he bared his teeth and looked at Bing Chen with a look of disgust.
After briefly communicating with Lan Youmeng, Bingchen pointed at the center of Zhou Qi's eyebrows.
...
Nearly an hour later, Bing Chen finally stopped with a tired look on his face. Looking at the three-flower mark between Zhou Qi and Gong Changqin's eyebrows, Bingchen showed a trace of satisfaction on his face, but at the same time, there was also a fierce killing intent in his eyes.
After throwing Zhou and Gong into the maze, Bingchen and his party returned to the training room.
The lingering fragrance makes people feel at ease when they smell it.
But at this time, everyone looked sad.
Looking at Qi Yao lying in the formation, Yu Jingyan shed tears again. Touching his space ring, he seemed to be caressing Yu Chuxia who was lying inside it.
Pointing at the Tribulation Sustaining Flower from afar, as Zhong Liwei's spiritual power circulated, the thousands of filaments at the stamens seemed to come alive and began to flutter slightly.
Tribulation continues, calamity continues; calamity is broken and calamity continues.
The Jie Xuhua slowly flew up, floated on Qi Yao's chest, and then took root on it.
The flower stamens fluttered and turned into bright red veins, slowly sinking into Qi Yao's body.
As if feeling something, as soon as Bingchen thought, a ray of light flew out from between his eyebrows.
The figure was blurry, almost transparent, and the look was haggard. I felt pity for him, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind. As soon as Qi Yao's soul appeared, it was slightly distorted.
Seeing this, Bingchen quickly supported him gently and let him nestle in his arms.
"Why did you come out?" Bing Chen asked softly.
His face was pale and he looked at Bing Chen, but his eyes were gentle and affectionate.
With a slight smile, Qi Yao said: "I can't help but want to come out and have a look if I am lucky enough to be the master's natal puppet."
With soft eyes and gentle tone, Bingchen said: "Got it?"
Nodding slightly, Qi Yao hummed slightly, and then said, "The adults have told me."
Nestling in Bing Chen's arms with peace of mind, Qi Yao looked at his body with complicated eyes.
There is sadness, sadness, bitterness, and joy.
Seemingly feeling something, Qi Yao looked to the side, only to see Shen Yiyan quickly looking away.
With a hint of shame in his eyes, Qi Yao looked at Bing Chen and said softly: "Master, can you take me to Yi Yan's place?"
When Shen Yiyan was mentioned, Bingchen was also filled with guilt and looked embarrassed. At this time, he had not yet thought about how to explain to her.
Seeing that Bingchen was in trouble, Qi Yao whispered in her ear: "I am sorry for Yi Yan, let me explain to her."
With a slight nod, the two came to Shen Yiyan.
"Fourth sister!"
"Little sister!"
The two spoke almost at the same time.
Seeing that Shen Yiyan looked a little embarrassed, Qi Yao quickly said: "I'm sorry, little sister!"
Shen Yiyan was stunned for a moment, but then shook her head and said softly: "Fourth sister should worry too much. If Bingchen just watches fourth sister leave us like this, not only will it make me feel guilty, but I will also feel guilty. He was filled with reproach.”
Speaking of this, Shen Yiyan suddenly pursed his lips and smiled, and continued: "Besides, if Bingchen really refuses to save the fourth sister, then he himself will feel guilty, and that is not his style of dealing with things."
Hearing this, Qi Yao felt even more guilty!
"Yi Yan, I..."
Bing Chen wanted to say something, but Qi Yao pinched him lightly and shook his head slightly.
Then, Qi Yao flew out, came to Shen Yiyan, and gently held her in his arms. Her red lips moved slightly and she whispered softly in his ear.
Shen Yiyan was stunned for a moment, and then she looked panicked, her pretty face turned red, and she quickly opened her red lips. But just when she was about to speak, Qi Yao touched her red lips with her jade finger and shook her head slightly.
After a moment, Qi Yao flew backwards and returned to Bing Chen.
"It's done, Master." Qi Yao said softly, leaning on Bing Chen's chest.
Bingchen was slightly stunned and looked at Qi Yao, only to see her wink at him and smile slyly.
...
A faint blood light emanated from the stamens of the Jie Xu flower, and strands of tiny bright red filaments sank into Qi Yao's body one after another, replacing her broken tendons. Nourished by vitality again, Qi Yao's physical complexion showed signs of improvement in just this moment.
After wiping the sweat from her forehead, Zhong Liwei said: "Fortunately, Yaoyao has wood spirit roots and practices techniques similar to longevity. Otherwise, let alone whether Yaoyao could have lasted until we came back when we were in the hospital, right now In fact, I was not sure whether Yaoyao's physical body could make the Jie Xuhua work in this state."
"Thank you, Sister Liwei!" Qi Yao bowed and said.
Shaking her head slightly, Zhong Liwei said softly: "We are all sisters, what should we thank you for? This is the only thing I can do. The rest can only be up to the master."
Zhong Liwei never stopped moving her hands, and her spiritual power was continuously used to refine the Tribulation Continuation Flower. If there was any trouble, she would immediately swallow a Concentrating Pill to recover.
Visible to the naked eye, Qi Yao's physical face gradually regained some rosiness. It was not until the past three days, when the Tribulation Continued Flower was completely refined into Qi Yao's body, that Zhong Liwei stopped her work with a tired look on her face.
At this time, Qi Yao's physical body, if you don't observe it carefully, you will just think that it has fallen into a deep sleep. The vitality in the body is stable and the face is slightly rosy. Except for the lack of heartbeat and soul fluctuation, he looked no different from a normal person.
Seeing this, not only Qi Yao himself, but also everyone else looked happy.
Zhong Liwei wanted to stand up, but before she could fully straighten her body, she felt dizzy and then fell to the side.
"Sister Liwei!"
"Liwei!"
Everyone was shocked and rushed out. Before he fell to the ground, he was supported by several people, and then Lu Wei carried him back to her boudoir.
Another two days later.
Two slightly tired figures entered the courtyard's formation.
The white dress was stained with blood and her face was pale.
His temperament is cold and his eyes are deep.
At this time, Ling Xuan and Qiu Yunzhu, both in breath and cold temperament, seemed to be connected with the same spirit. If an unfamiliar person saw the cold and murderous eyes of the two, many people would shudder to think about it.
Although the beauty is beautiful, how many people dare to have the courage to stop and look at her?
However, when the two of them saw the misty courtyard from a distance, Ling Xuan's originally cold gaze suddenly gained a touch of softness.
His expression changed quickly, and before he approached the courtyard, he was already gentle.
