After Shadow Weaver sealed the sixteenth piece of Yin Rock, the scene in front of him was somewhat blurred, his ears were buzzing, and he could stand unsteadily if his feet were weak.

She knelt down on one knee, closed her eyes and paused for two breaths before opening them again. She shook her head tiredly, reached out and took out a bottle of fairy dew from her sleeve and drank it in one gulp. The spiritual power in her body was immediately filled.

Fortunately, during the year of recuperation, she learned the lessons she learned in the Starfall Forest, consulted many ancient books, and found a way to refine the fairy dew into gaseous spiritual power, which could be quickly absorbed through her meridians.

Otherwise, I would have to make the same mistake in Xingluo Forest today and have to rest for another year, or even longer.

After recovering her spiritual power, she continued to seal the Yinyan Rock.

Because Zhiying spared no effort to use up his own cloud seal, Meng's power was also gradually weakening. The three people who fought with him, Earth Mother Yuanjun and Feilian Wangshu, were keenly aware of this.

The three of them immediately looked at each other and nodded in tacit agreement.

Fei Lian stepped forward to deal with Gu Meng's offensive. Wang Shu, who was always with him, stepped in when he changed his moves. Dimu Yuanjun was behind the two of them, holding up the scroll with both hands, his fingertips moving as fast as lightning.

Several characters lit up with strong black and white lights, forming a chain of characters. Like a python, it wrapped around the Yuyang Pestle in the hand of Gu Meng who was fighting fiercely with Fei Lian.

Under the shackles, Yuyang Pestle was like a bound fugitive struggling desperately. The golden light mixed with red light flashed violently for several times like a burned-out light bulb. Under the eyes of Gu Meng who had seen a ghost, it fell like a rotten tree.

On the ground.

The sound of the sun-controlling pestle falling to the ground clearly hit Gu Meng's eardrums. The magic weapon that his mother spent tens of thousands of years working on was broken. His dazed expression perfectly explained how deeply he felt about this matter.

Erli can't accept it.

Wangshu's figure opposite him was graceful, his sleeves were graceful, and he drew a graceful arc. He raised the Fuyao bow in his hand and stood it upright in front of him. Feilian next to him raised his hand and formed a Zhuxiao arrow, which was firmly placed on the Fuyao bow string.

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In the situation where the old Meng Ru was mourning his heir, he loosened the string neatly.

The Zhuxiao arrow is like a dragon breaking out of the sea, reflecting the magnificent light of the golden wheel and rushing towards the sky like a broken bamboo.

Ye Tu, who was paralyzed on the ground, saw this scene and hit the wall with his palm, and then jumped in front of Gu Meng with this momentum.

"puff!"

Ye Tu was shot between the eyebrows by an arrow from Zhuxiao. The arrow stopped one centimeter from Gu Meng's eye. The sea of ​​consciousness burst and a mouthful of blood suddenly sprayed on Gu Meng's face.

Normally, he would have kicked this ignorant thing into the Evernight Swamp, but at this moment, his mind went blank, and everything in front of him was soaked in blood, making him feel like he was being soaked in a sea of ​​blood.

Next, Ye Tu fell down helplessly.

The sharp arrow cut a straight bloody gash on Gu Meng's pale face as he fell. The bright red blood gurgled out and mixed with the blood sprayed out by Ye Tu. It was impossible to tell whether it was his or the blood.

Night tea.

Looking at it from the outside, it is really eye-catching.

When Zhiying saw this scene, he felt relieved. The spiritual power in his hands was exhausted again, and he fell down weakly.

Guichen, who was beside him, quickly lifted her arm with one hand, put his other hand around her waist, and supported her. Zhiying's head rested lazily on his generous shoulder.

All the demon clan members were shocked by what happened on Gu Meng's side, and they involuntarily stopped the magic weapons they were using for offense and defense, and rushed towards Gu Meng's direction.

Ju Lue was free, and in the blink of an eye he saw Zhiying, who was extremely tired and dizzy in Guichen's arms. His brows were dry and his lips were white. It was obvious that both his spiritual power and cloud energy had been exhausted.

He raised his hand and waved away Guichen, hugged the soft and boneless Zhiying into his arms, and held her hand to lose his spiritual power.

Guichen was staggered by him. Fortunately, his soul body was as light as clouds and smoke, so he didn't bump into it. He just spun around and stopped. When he raised his face, he saw Ju Lue's cold, scarlet eyes, as if seeing an enemy.

Staring at himself.

He was so stunned by this look that his hair stood on end, but he had no idea of ​​retreating.

This situation lasted for a few breaths, until Guichen's straight eyebrows couldn't help but draw together: "What do you mean by looking at me like this?"

Ju slightly pursed his lips, and his eyebrows were much deeper than the wrinkles between Gui Chen's eyebrows, as if someone had maliciously cut him back and forth with a dagger.

His eyes fell on the intertwined hands of Ju Lue and Zhi Ying. Guichen mechanically twitched the corner of his mouth and said softly: "It's over here, I'll say goodbye now."

After saying that, he turned around and swayed out lightly.

Ju slightly withdrew his gaze coldly, but the ice in his eyes did not melt for a long time.

Over there, Guichen had just floated ten feet away from the two of them. He continued to move forward, but his face hit an invisible wall, and his feet seemed to have roots and couldn't be pulled up. I tried many times, but it couldn't be the case.

This feeling was all too familiar to him.

He wandered within a one-foot radius of the Sansheng Stone for nearly a thousand years, including the flowers on the other side, the Wangxiang Terrace, the Naihe Bridge that could not be crossed, and the Wangchuan River that could not be crossed.

He was tired of seeing these scenes that had not changed over the years.

He thought that the curse of the Three Life Stones had been lifted today, but to his surprise, he just changed his walking center and transformed from the Three Life Stones into a human being.

Guichen turned around and looked back, with an unpredictable expression on the girl whose face looked a little confused because she had just woken up.

who is she?

At this moment, Zhi Ying, who was full of doubts in his heart, didn't notice him at all.

Zhiying rubbed the center of his eyebrows and instinctively circulated the spiritual energy in his body. He found that the spiritual energy flowing in his meridians was abundant and thick, which was completely different from the gentle spiritual energy he had obtained through Xuanzu Yuanjun's practice method before.

She caught a glimpse of the blood-stained whiteness and instantly realized where she was.

Sure enough, as soon as he raised his head, he saw Ju Lue's smooth lower jaw, which was also stained with a few drops of dirty blood. Zhi Ying raised his sleeve and gently wiped it off for him.

Ju Lue, who was once again troubled by the scene he saw in the viewing mirror thousands of years ago, was pulled back by her actions, clasping the hand that was rubbing his chin with her sleeve, and there was a moment of relaxation between his brows: "You're awake.

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Weaver Ying blinked his clear and clear eyes in reply.

Ju slightly turned over her sleeve, which was stained with blood from his chin, and he couldn't help but frowned again: "Dirty."

Then his palm lightly caressed it, and Ying Zhi's sleeves returned to the clean and elegant pearl white color they had before coming to the underworld.

Zhiying smiled and said, "Senior brother, how can you get such a mysophobia on the battlefield?" He rolled his eyes, waved his sleeves and teased, "Then wave your sleeves and don't take away a single cloud!"

A faint smile flashed across Ju Wei's indifferent eyes, but he pushed her a step away and said with a straight face: "I asked you to leave, why didn't you listen?"

"Senior brother looks down on me, so I won't do it!" Zhi Ying's eyes rolled around when she said this, and anyone could tell that she meant something different.

At this moment, Zhi Ying saw the blood dripping from his fingertips drawing a double plum blossom on the dark floor without skill. She was angry and distressed, and her words were rare and harsh: "You bleed yourself."

There is so much blood, but you still have the energy to talk to me without worrying about stopping the bleeding first!"

As he said that, he put his hand into his sleeve and took it out for a long time.

But it seemed that she didn't find what she wanted. Her face turned red with anxiety and she finally had to give up the search. She spread her exquisite white palms in front of Ju Lue and said, "I came out in a hurry and didn't bring any medicine. Give me Zi Zi."

Bai San!"

She was reading the Pharmacopoeia to learn how to prepare the upgraded version of Bigu Pill, when she was sent to deliver a congratulatory gift to Earth Mother Yuanjun by the Secretary Zhi, and she didn't even have time to change her clothes.

Fortunately, she thought about it and went to ask Qu Mi for advice after she finished matching it. For convenience, she wore the clothes she wore when going out, otherwise she would have been embarrassed.

Ju glanced at his right hand briefly, and said softly, "The minor injury is fine," but under Zhiying's burning eyes, he swallowed the words silently, tapped Qingzhong with his left hand, and

He held a hibiscus purple bottle in his hand.

Just as he was about to lift up his sleeves and pour the medicine onto his wrist, Shadow Weaver immediately snatched it away.

She raised her eyebrows arrogantly: "Now that the dragon has lost its water, you must listen to me, the Nine Heavenly Dragon!"

Two months of friendship gave Zhiying a deeper understanding of this cold-faced senior brother. Being cold-faced and warm-hearted is undoubtedly the most appropriate label for this senior brother.

So she was no longer afraid of him as she was afraid of Iwakawa before, and would tease him with jokes from time to time. Although he always didn't respond, Oriying still enjoyed it.

For example, at the moment, Ju Lue just let her carefully roll up the narrow arrow sleeves with an expressionless face, then called for water and gently wiped it clean, then held the bottle steady with his thumb and back three fingers, and tapped it regularly with his index finger.

The bottleneck allows the purple and white powder inside to be evenly spread on the wound.

After a layer of purple and white powder was spread densely on top, Weaver Ying took out another strip of snow-white cloth and wrapped it around it. Finally, he held up a wisp of playful smile, flipped it with his fingers, and tied a beautiful bow at the end.

It can be said to be “well-intentioned”!

Ju Lue's eyelids twitched, he looked away, and then asked the question that Zhiying had not answered before: "I asked you to leave then, why did you come back?"

It’s the problem again!

Weaver Ying corked the bottle and threw the Zibai Powder into his sleeve. Anyway, the God of War had the most wounds.

She replied shamelessly: "You asked me to leave the hall, but you didn't ask me to leave Youdu and leave the underworld!"

When it comes to finding loopholes in words, Zhi Ying was no match for Ju Lue in those two moments. Ju Lue then said, "But you still returned to the main hall."

"...I can't find the way back." Zhiying muttered for a long time before uttering this sentence.

But Ju Lui stopped her in an understatement: "Po Haizhu can take you out of the underworld."

Zhi Ying could no longer think of any reason to argue, so he simply broke the jar and said, "I don't want to leave anyway!"

Ju Lue faced her, a scoundrel, and had no choice but to turn on the poisonous tongue mode: "The demons are coming suddenly, you are too weak, so taking action is the best option."

Thirty-six strategies?!

Zhiying felt like she was being stabbed hard in the heart. Her eyebrows twitched twice unconsciously, and then she raised her chin unwilling to be outdone: "Senior brother, don't forget, I sealed the Yinyan Rock!"

Ju turned his face slightly.

Gu Meng, who saw Ye Tu dying in front of his eyes, knelt on the spot stupidly as if he had lost his mind. He was escorted by several demon generals and evacuated the hall. Several kings of hell from the underworld and the gods who came to congratulate him from the heaven were either light or heavy.

They were all injured, so they didn't pursue them.

As for the Xianyin Rock as a gift, the black air outside has been sealed by the shadow-weaving clouds, and all the black stones have turned white, scattering on the ground like icebergs smashed by a hammer.

Undoubtedly, these are directly and indirectly the masterpieces of Weaver Shadow.

She has already achieved such great achievements before she has reached the level of Immortal. What will happen if she takes charge of the entire Yun Clan?

If the Emperor of Heaven saw her shining so brightly at such a young age, would he take any unfavorable measures against her and her Yun Clan, just like he did to Luo Xia back then?

Ju thought for a while and then said to her: "Your sealing of the Yinyan Rock is of great importance and should not be made public. In addition, for anyone who knows about this matter, I will inform Earth Mother Yuanjun and let her handle it."

After a pause, he was afraid that Zhi Ying would be haunted by this, so he added: "This is good for you and the Yun clan. If you are upset, you can go to Si Zhi to clarify your doubts."

Zhi Ying held up a small piece of Yin Yin Rock and played with it in his hand. He murmured in frustration: "I didn't come back just to make so-and-so appreciate me... I am a physical education teacher and an ideological and political teacher. I didn't expect to experience this again."
Chapter completed!